BET Shoots For The Geek Audience

July 26, 2008

Ugh. Really? This is what you want to promote, Marvel?


I’m Still Not At Comic-Con II

July 26, 2008

To make matters worse, the majority of Twitter updates I’m getting are from people in San Diego.  It’s horribly depressing.


Nerd Prom

July 24, 2008

Even CNN is rubbing SDCC in my face.


R.I.P. Estelle Getty

July 22, 2008

Estelle Getty died this morning.

Yes, I realize that I’m twenty six years old and writing about one of the Golden Girls.

It’s probably silly, but she always reminded me of my grandmother, who died of cancer years ago.


“I hold a PhD in horribleness.”

July 19, 2008

If you haven’t been watching Dr. Horrible, get on it.

Like now.

It’s funny and bizarre and romantic.  It’s also one of the few musicals I enjoy.  (The others that I can think of are Monty Python’s Spam-A-Lot and Joss Whedon‘s previous musical venture, Once More With Feeling, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer‘s infamous sixth season.)

Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog was born out of Whedon’s frustration with the WGA strike earlier this year.  The goal of the project was to create something inexpensive and enjoyable that circumvented the Guild rules.

I’d say he succeeded.

All three acts are up right now.  Take a bit (the entire thing is only forty five minutes) and watch them all.  They’ll only be up through tomorrow (the twentieth of July) and if you don’t catch them by then, you’ll have to wait for the DVD.

The DVD, by the way, will contain “amazing extras.”  Dr. Horrible is also available on iTunes, probably only through tomorrow as well, but I’m not certain.


Believe

July 18, 2008

“I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen — I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”
-Samantha Black Crow, American Gods

Bouncing around on-line, I somehow got to a page on American Gods. American Gods, in case you weren’t aware, is one of my favorite novels. Written by the oh-so-talented Neil Gaiman, the book is an interesting blend of mythology, religion, fantasy and Americana. Dark and sad and magical and clever and funny. The book succeeds on almost every level. I never get tired of reading it.


Let’s Put A Smile On That Face.

July 8, 2008

I got a large envelope in the mail the other day.

Inside were a poster for The Dark Knight and two passes to an advance screening.

Sometimes, the world smiles upon me.