That sounds like the title of one of Matt’s posts. But this appears to be real. How does stuff like this just surface? Somebody scanned and posted a 125-page transcript of the original Raiders spitballing session between George Lucas, Steven Spielberg and Lawrence Kasdan in 1978. Because they a) just have this kind of stuff lying around, …
Last week, I guess because of Watchmen, the editors of Time.com asked me to make a list of the top 10 graphic novels of all time. (The headline — “Not Just for Kids” — should be helpful to the like 6 people left on Earth who still think graphic novels are for kids.)
Here’s what I came up with. Note that this list is non-ordered:
So apparently did every other journalist in this mighty nation of ours. And I thought I was special. It seems like Twitter sort of poked its head into mainstream consciousness this week. My only point is that Twitter is kind of addictive but maybe not all that good for you. Or at least for …
What is this, like number eight or something? They’re getting better, anyway:
OK, I’m not actually liveblogging the Watchmen movie. I saw it like three weeks ago. But I’ve held off writing about it till now, ensuring that by the time I did there would be so many reviews already out there that the whole idea of reviewing Watchmen is totally passé. (Time‘s review is here. My official musings on the adaptation, from …
An Alfred E. Newman-faced Rorschach (or is it a Rorschach-bodied Alfred E. Newman?) graces the cover of MAD Magazine this month, and, having somehow not yet reached full Watchmen saturation, I eagerly gave it a read. And, while MAD-tastically silly, the magazine’s movie parody (“Botchmen”) committed a crime I now realize is …
I’m in Los Angeles to take part in a public conversation about anger on the Internet. I’m not sure if this is because I know a lot about anger on the Internet or because I just am frequently angry on the Internet. Sort of a form-content dealio there, I guess.
Anyway I can tell I’m in L.A. because Google Maps is telling …
Finally, at long last, an electronic cigarette. Unclear if it’s still carcinogenic for the user, but the website contends that there’s no second-hand danger to innocent bystanders. Also, dig the blue “gem” that glows at the cig’s tip.
I’ve been watching Dollhouse. I’ve also been reading the critical reception for it, which has basically been like a mass public wake. There is a sense of mourning. It’s not just that Dollhouse isn’t that good, but that its very not-goodness seems to prove something more sinister about the universe — the very fact that Joss Whedon can …
Power (In The Name Of Responsibility)
J. Jonah James-One
Swinging To Stand Still
The Unforgettable Death of Uncle Ben
In Goblin’s Country
Where Ock Arms Have No Self-Awareness Chip
Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me Rhino Me
Zooropa (Aunt May’s …
I was going to blog about the new series of D&D podcasts featuring the Penny Arcade guys, Scott Kurtz (PvP) and Wil Wheaton. They’re here. Check out Wheaton when he casts Radiant Vengeance at about 16:00. Dude gets agitated. (Then he rolls a 5.)
Then I noticed this post on io9: Philip Jose Farmer died. He was 91.
You don’t hear him …
Look, Diablo Cody is making a zombie movie! That tears it. (Takes off hat and stomps on it.)
At first I thought it was a sequel to Juno, where Dwight Schrute eats that chick’s brain … my hopes are dashed. It’s an adaption of a novel called Breathers: A Zombie’s Lament: