Even CNN is rubbing SDCC in my face.
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.
If you haven’t been watching Dr. Horrible, get on it.
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.
“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.
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.
That’s really needed?
A few excerpts:
Unlike most martial arts involving a weapon, lightsaber combat is an art that is utilized before the weapon is ever drawn and ignited. This is due to the philosophy that a Jedi must draw his weapon only as a final recourse. A Jedi must decide on what situations require the application of deadly force, since the lightsaber is one of the deadliest weapons ever constructed.
[…] each Jedi chooses the style of lightsaber combat that best suits him or her. For example, the shorter Master Yoda uses the Ataru form to compensate for his lack of reach and height, as well as to take advantage of his nearly limitless amount of Force power; Mace Windu uses Vaapad to tap into his anger and employ it constructively (without giving himself over to the dark side); Count Dooku’s practice of the Makashi form fits his intention to engage frequently in lightsaber-to-lightsaber combat as well as his emphasis on class, elegance, and precision. The Jedi Exile from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II was an expert in many of these forms but never relied on just one. Lightsaber styles are generally taught to the students by the Jedi Battlemasters, though not always.