| Shiny new Firefly comic coming |
[Dec. 8th, 2007|11:04 pm] |
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| | Drone Zone: Atmospheric ambient space music. Serve Best Chilled. Safe with most medications. [SomaFM] | ] |
"...the new Serenity comics series that is due out in March. This three-issue series, Serenity: Better Days, is a step back in time to the early years of the Firefly crew, and the fledgling gang's turbulent attempts to cope with success after they pull off their first successful heist. It features the same creative team as Those Left Behind, with the story by Joss Whedon and Brett Matthews, art by Will Conrad, and Adam Hughes providing all three covers this time."
And... Fruity Oaty Bars lunchboxes! 'cos they go so well with a brown coat and all... |
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| Remember, remember... |
[Nov. 5th, 2007|06:04 pm] |
Tonight seems apt for a couple of quotes from Alan Moore's V For Vendetta... no, not the movie.
' I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he’d say, "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say, "Isn't she pretty."
Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal. That was a long time ago. I'm afraid there's someone else now...
"What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!"
I, madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms! Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.
"Uniform? Why, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one..."
Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots! Well? Cat got your tongue?
Very well. So you stand revealed at last. You are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another. Well, two can play at that game.
"Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?"
Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did. She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know.
So goodbye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman that I once loved. '
And...
' Anarchy wears two faces, both creator and destroyer. Thus destroyers topple empires, make a canvas of clean rubble where creators can build a better world. Rubble, once achieved, makes further ruin’s means irrelevant.
Away with our explosives, then! Away with our destroyers! They have no place within our better world.
But let us raise a toast to all our bombers, all our bastards, most unlovely and most unforgivable.
Let us drink to their health… then meet with them no more.' |
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| Redux |
[Oct. 13th, 2007|02:07 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | comics, magic | ] |
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| | post-illumination drop | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Doomed: Dark music for tortured souls [SomaFM] | ] |
I read Promethea again the last two days. Never fails to make me laugh, cry and get that distinct all-over ch'i glow associated with reading The Real Shit.
I swear, between Promethea and The Invisibles, (plus doing the actual work and yeah, maybe cracking a couple of the oother books mentioned along the way) an imaginative and wilful person could go from unschooled to magician by reading them. I'd certainly suggest they'd be at least a bit smarter having done so. And, I hope, more compassionate. |
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| Everything I Know About Diversity, I Learned from Superhero Comics |
[Aug. 23rd, 2007|02:43 am] |
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| | Space Station Soma: Tune in, turn on, space out. Ambient and mid-tempo electronica. [SomaFM] | ] |
Great piece. Excerpt:
"Everyone in Japan comes from a Yakuza family, is a master of martial arts, and fiercely distrusts foreigners, to whom they refer exclusively as “Gaijin.” They wear traditional apparel at all opportunities. Each baby is issued a magic-endowed Ancestral Sword at birth.
Irish people are quaint and friendly, and they all believe in (and in fact have generally seen or befriended) fairies and leprechauns, which they call “the wee folk.” They all drink constantly but are gentle, comical, and wise when intoxicated. They wear green whenever possible.
Scots are temperamental but fiercely loyal. Due to a production surplus, their speech is littered with excess Rs.
Neither Ireland nor Scotland is industrialized, and neither’s quaintly charming culture has been tainted by the tourist industry.
Wales does not exist." |
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| Cossacks and Prairie Muffins (and the Endless) |
[Aug. 13th, 2007|09:36 pm] |
Just back from the road trip and bloody knackered.
But I had to share this one...
The great Fred Clark aka Slacktivist discusses an important question:
"If you believe that every human being has the right to self determination, then how do you cope with people who claim not to want that right?"
He makes especial note of the 'Concerned Women of America'. This bunch of pitiful conditioned Stepford wives, in the earlier/related form of 'Concerned Mothers of America', led to one of my favourite stories:
Long ago, when I was living in Edinburgh and Neil Gaiman was still writing Sandman, we had occasional chats - at conventions, pub meets and eventually by phone. Neil was quizzing everyone connected with magic in fandom he could find as background for the book, and we got along OK. He'd occasionally phone me at 4am my time, 'cos he knew I'd be up.
One night he rang with a note of pure joy and pride in his voice... because the Concerned Mothers of America had written him a letter of complaint and he just had to tell someone. (Specifically the complaint was that he had 'positive images' of transexuals in his comic. Bad boy.)
He framed the letter. So much for their power.
Namedropping over... and so to bed! |
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| The Unprecedented will turn to Drugs! |
[Aug. 4th, 2007|12:13 am] |
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| | tired, bitter, grimly amused... | ] |
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| | Limbik Frequencies - Radio Elektro[u]nique | ] |
Cynical Sage unearths Hal Lindsay's comic version of Armageddon, in a piece with the delightful title;
"Things I Learned From Christian Comics: There's a New World Coming - or - It's the End of the World as We Know It, and I Feel Nauseous"
The blog title comes from the 2 page spread of the Signs and Portents that will herald... ah, you know! Interestingly, one of them is "The Increase of Pollution!" Another, my personal favourite, is "The Revival of the Dark Occultic Practices of Ancient Babylon!"
Again I suggest - maybe the Xtianfuckwits are almost right about the End Times and the coming Apocalypse. The only detail they got wrong is to think they're the good guys... |
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| Worst. Superhero. Origins. Evar. |
[Aug. 1st, 2007|12:18 am] |
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| | Drone Zone: [SomaFM] | ] |
'Cracked' takes the oxyacetylene torch of science to the candyfloss structure of superhero origins.
Excerpt (what should have happened to the Fantastic Four):
" Reed Richards wisely decides to keep quiet about his goal to beat the Communists to Mars after noticing the horrified looks on his colleagues' faces, and so manages to get into outer space without tipping off the authorities. Once there, the four are bombarded with cosmic rays and, as advances in radiation can attest, nothing much happens initially. Since it takes the better part of a year to reach far-off Mars, Reed and co. settle in for the voyage, playing charades and watching Ben Grimm's astonishingly comprehensive collection of amateur pornography.
After a month of lethal radiation, Johnny develops a cataract in his left eye and Ben Grimm becomes sterile. After two months, Susan's hair begins to fall out in clumps and Richards starts pooping blood. By the time they reach Mars, every one of them has cancer. Luckily, due to the heavy nuclei in cosmic radiation all are profoundly brain damaged at this point, and nobody even notices. Now piloting a spacecraft while legally retarded, Reed suggests they abandon their Mars mission and fly off in the direction of a distant galaxy instead, on the grounds that it looks like ice cream. They are never heard from again."
Ta to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sclerotic_rings for the link. |
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