Online version of Warren Ellis’ last John Constantine story, Shoot, canned by DC after the Columbine shootings.
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OSC to write Iron Man
Orson Scott Card is going to write six issue’s of Marvel comics’ Ultimate Iron Man(Press Release).
Marc Singer uses this as an excuse for Matt Rossi baiting.
John Jakala from Fanboy Rampage offers a sampling of the wit and wisdom of one Mr. Nick Locking, and concludes with Why is it whenever Locking starts to discuss Batman’s greatness I feel as though I’m back in my Medieval Philosophy class being subjected to arguments about the perfect nature of God?
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The stuff he’s referring to comes from a forum called V on Delphi, which requires (free) registration.
Yes! After a while of no blog content, it’s pointless linkage time again!
- A horrible quality trailer for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Never has Johnny Depp looked more gay. Or make that Gay. G-A-Y, even. My instinctive, deep-seated hatred for that story, which I have never actually read, perhaps innoculated into me by my saintly mother, remains unabated.
- Yadda yadda boingboing links to deleted sex scene from Team America (link round-up here). No sound, but marvel at how acrobatic those puppets can be. The only people degraded in the making of this were the puppetters and the members of the MPAA, who had to rate the movie.
- Amendments to the Pub Crawl by Jason Roeder is a bit of a laugh:
This might be a good time to mention the disco bus. As it turns out, the company doesn’t run it on Sundays. But I’ve got my Hyundai Accent. And my sister says she’ll try to lend me the strobe light her daughter had left over from last year’s Drama Club haunted house. I’m not sure if that’s the kind of thing I can plug into the cigarette lighter, though.
We have a pro-vs.-con situation. On one hand, the Accent, unlike the bus, is equipped with side-impact airbags. But on the other hand, since I can’t fit more than five people in my car, the rest of you maniacs will have to cruise with my grandfather. He’s agreed to drive provided that you comport yourselves like ladies and gentlemen, and that you not go on and on about his snoring. He also has several meteorological phobias, one of which is good weather, the ominous atmospheric state that always immediately precedes bad weather.
- A site devoted to the 1966 Batman TV show and movie, for all your Shark-Repellent Bat-Spray needs. From the movie synopsis:
As Robin pulls the Batcopter back up, he sees Batman has a giant shark grasping onto his leg! Batman yells to his assistant for the Shark Repellent Bat-Spray over his Batradio, so Robin sets the copter on autopilot and brings it down the ladder to Batman. As the shark is sprayed with the repellent, it drops off his leg, back into the ocean, exploding on impact. They can’t believe what just occurred, so they go back to the Batcave to analyze a photo they had taken while flying over the “fake vessel.”
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Odd things you learn from Charles Addams
Going through My Crowd, a delightful collection of Charles Addams’ cartoons, I stumble across one where Morticia and Granny Addams are sitting for tea on the porch, and Morticia is knitting something as she says … and if it’s a boy, we’re going to give him a biblical name, like Cain or Ananias.
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Now, we all know who Cain was, but who was Ananias? The name is a latinized form of the jewish “Hananiah”, and the reference is to a particular figure in the New Testament, who lied to his fellows in an early Christian group and was struck dead as he talked. Apparently, the name is used in English to mean a habitual liar. It’s a term that would be familiar to Addams’ audience, whom I assume would belong mostly to the same American middle-class milieu that is the target of most of his humor.
Realizing this, I suddenly wish that each cartoon had a date attached, telling me when it was first drawn and printed. Because this book is a historical document. It images of computers – huge, room-filling boxes, of chinese labourers smoking Opium, of people playing golf and attending the Opera and gardening in the suburbs, of anthropologists interacting with head-shrinkers and natives armed with blowpipes… when was this taking place, exactly? Knowing that the New Yorker started publishing Addams’ cartoons in in 1935 and that he continued creating work for five decades
(as the back cover explains) really doesn’t help pinpoint a reference…