Sunday, March 27, 2005

Titles are difficult sometimes.

Just wanted to let you know, by way of example, why I read Penny Arcade.

It's a shame that so much of my brain's energy is devoted to procrastination like this. I don't know why this is so, but if I weren't constantly thinking of irrelevant things like this, I would have finished this paper YESTERDAY.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

So much for being Mr. Cynical

You know, here I was, playing myself off as such a cynical character, and then I make a shattering discovery about myself.

In the course of a discussion, I realized that I still believe in the basic goodness of human nature.

CRAP! I think people try to do the right thing, by themselves, by their family, by their country, by some crazy idea that helps them make sense of the world. I think most people are just trying to DO RIGHT! WHAT? NO! I'm reading World War II history! I'm taking a class in postcolonial literature! People repeatedly, consistently, over and over and over again, dick each other over and brutalize each other for senseless reasons! And yet I'm still an idealist. Still I maintain some shred of optimism about the basic drive and nature of humanity.

I don't know whether to laugh and sing a song or to say to myself "You. Make. Me. SICK."

Sigh. I was so close to pessimism and the cozy bliss of indifference. Oh well.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Superheroes and Dieselsweeties

JLA: Year One was a good book. It made me feel good about superhero comics. It made me feel good about superhero team comics. Hell, it made me want to found a superhero team and start busting some villainous ass. Maybe if I go stand in a radioactive pool and try to get struck by lightning I'll develop super powers instead of falling down dead.

I'm not too keen on spandex, but perhaps I could work with some leather pants, a la John Crichton from Farscape.

I'd say some clever things about the clickin' dialogue, the smooth writing and pacing, and the silly but well-played supervillain plotholes ("Why did you give them the alien device, Vandal Savage? 50,000 years of life and still the best plan you can come up with is 'trick them into compromising their heroic principles'?") but I'm not very good at writing reviews. Otherwise I'd actually critique webcomics, instead of just linking to them and saying "Dieselsweeties is awesome."

Man, R. Stevens. One thousand, one hundred and eighty-five comics involving poop jokes, gratuitous farting, and robot sex. And I still can't get enough. Plus you have pretty much the best shirts in the world. You deserve a present. Unfortunately, I am poor, so all you get from me are words. You can pretend they are beer, if that is what you are into.

Okay, reader(s). That is all. Go back to work.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

It is the subject line of a spam email obliquely referring to penis enlargement

Spamusement! makes me laugh. It doesn't make everybody laugh. But it makes me laugh. I just wanted you to know that.

The mighty cucumber lives again!

*Snrk* heheheh. Ah...

I have to agree. Dora is indeed a sexy place.

I just started to get back into the groovin' romantic tension of Questionable Content by J. Jacques. The story kind of lost me for a while, I just wasn't diggin' it as much, but now I'm good. We're down now, J. We's cool.

I was thinking of titling this entry "Indie Rock Romance", but all that did was remind me of this Country Song called "Third Rate Romance." Googling it reveals that it is a song by Sammy Kershaw. I have retrospectively developed an affection for it, in particular because of the music video that used to be attatched to it. There was a time, my friends, when I watched Country Music Television.

Shut up! You don't know me!

Trashy is truer than classy; you know this is true.


Oh Shelley, why do you always have to die?