I’m afraid that’s all I’ve got for you this week. But hey, if we’re going to follow their exploits, I think that it is important to know why the Pete and Jeremy don’t do texting. So now it is settled.
Oh well. I can’t let that be all there is for the first post of the New Year, so here’s some nonsense image I had on Contains2. I have no idea what it is all about and I don’t think I did when I put it there either:
Also, I’ve just finished making a list of the books which I have read and own to compliment the list of my DVDs which was already here.
Today saw Kiiip and I joining forces for the first time in months to watch the movie True Grit. It was a solid flick. Somewhat less quirky and ambiguous than typical your Coen Brothers affair, but not without its charms. I am underselling it, I think. It’s really good. Certainly I liked last year’s A Serious Man better, but those brothers have yet to disappoint me. If anybody out there is thinking “I want to see a good Western” they have one they can go to. I’ve not seen the original attempt at making a movie of True Grit, so I can’t compare, but I’ll give this one like Four and a Half Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake.
Haiku!
Powerful hamster,
why do you do this to me?
Please just let me go.
And finally, the spammers are hitting my site harder than ever this week. Over 600 comments over the last two days alone and it still seems like any time I check there are more to go. Probably even as I write this very sentence the spam robots are hard at work creating bizarre compliments that they think will trick me into going to their sites. I will not be fooled! But I will have to delete a bunch of spams.
Haha! I just checked and here is the comment the robots have just added to this Monday’s comics post:
“I want to thank you for the efforts you have put in writing this post. I am hoping the same top-quality article from you in the upcoming as well. In fact your creative writing abilities has inspired me to start my own blog now. Truly the blogging is spreading its wings rapidly. Your write up is a fine example of it. “
Could they lay it on thicker? Geez.
So, today we hit the Hal-Con I mentioned a few posts back. I’d be lying if I didn’t say we were a touch disappointed. As hard as it is for me just to be in a place with that many people, the location seemed rather small and crowded. And while I’m sure there must have been stuff there that would have interested me, none of it was going on while we were there. I suspect that plenty of people did enjoy it more, though. It seemed like it anyway. I’m hoping that the event was successful and that we’ve got the thing poised to become an annual event. Especially if they can get a bigger venue next year.
Frankly, I had more fun while we were sitting at the Dairy Queen across the street and identifying what costumes people walking past were wearing. I can now say I’ve seen a man in a Cookie Monster costume on a motorcycle. Another plus of the day: I saw a guy in a Dr. McNinja costume. Dear guy in a Dr. McNinja costume: You made me happy.
It is currently not decided if we will be trying again tomorrow. If we do, I’ll let you know. If we don’t I might also let you know. Thus, these last few sentences are pretty unnecessary.
Also, I’d like to take a moment to complain about something I’ve seen on the Internet but today was the first time I heard about it in person: Using the term “genre” to refer to things like fantasy and science fiction. Like a website will say it has the latest news on “genre fiction” and it means it covers comics and sci-fi shows and just in general nerdy stuff. It’s downright stupid to me. Fantasy and sci-fi are genres, certainly, but to refer to them as “genre” first of all doesn’t specify what genre they are and secondly doesn’t acknowledge all the genres that those things aren’t. I am sure I have absolutely no chance of stopping this from continuing, but I can swear right here that I’m never going to play along! NEVA SURRENDA!!!
Why did nobody tell me that there was a movie made about Hypatia last year? Everyone knows that she was my favorite personality from the Library of Alexandria. What am I paying you people for?
I have recently learned that there are things called Drabbles which are stories exactly 100 words in length. The Internet tells me that they are typically done for fanfiction, but I have decided that I am going to do a whole bunch of them using the superhero world I’ve built up in my head since childhood. It’s like fanfiction of my own creation. Or something. Anyway, I’m going to try to do fifty of them and then put it all up as one page here, but in the meantime, to fill out a post, here is one of them:
In the Grand Canyon there is a secret facility built on a rift in the universe called the Nexoid Portal. Dave works security in the Nexoid building. One night the sensors blinked to indicate that something was trying to come through. When Dave checked on the rift he saw his daughter who had died two years before.
“Daddy,” she said. “I found my way back. Let me in.”
“I can’t do that,” Dave replied.
“But why?”
“Because you’re actually the demon Zeozal in disguise. You tried this same thing last week.”
“Crap, I did. Man, I need new ideas.”
“Yeah.”
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In other news, if anyone out there has been reading the X-Men comics for the last couple years and thinks that reading a parody of them would be quite nice, there is a new Micro Adventure by my good friend G:DR right in the section of this website where those are kept. They’re the only comic parodies you can trust.
Fact: I don’t think it is biologically possible for sideburns to be even. I bet there is some sort of follicle distribution discrepancy that makes it just impossible. This is one of several reasons why I only shave occasionally. (It seems like this topic has come up recently…)
So….
Do you suppose if someday we learn how to speak the language of dogs that we’ll go back and see movies that had dog actors and it’ll turn out that we can tell what they were saying?
I can see two possibilities springing from that:
A) We end up with the dogs completely ruining the movies by shouting things like “Hey look! A camera!” or “I’m barking on command!” when they are supposed to be saying “Timmy is trapped in the sarcophagus in the haunted grain silo!”
B) The dogs actually say “Timmy is trapped in the sarcophagus in the haunted grain silo!” or whatever line they were meant to say and we all have to really learn to respect dog actors a lot more.
