Grant Morrison, Supergods
I've had a terrible and stressful day. I have to move in a few days and I detest moving. This year's excursion back to Austin was a catastrophic failure. I am ruined. Thank Buddha for my Mistress. She called me and I was able to loose myself in our intellectual conversation of secret origins, missing histories and youthful romances. It added some levity to my agitated state. We are both age-gap inclined so I made her laugh by saying that my future wife is probably 15 at the moment and doing homework, she'll find me in a few years when she's 18. I was trying to emulate the same age difference between my mistress and her very lucky future husband. Making her laugh is the best. Even though all you read is my depressive side here, I think she would attest to how funny I am on the phone. Today I realized just how much truth there is to my principal personal maxim: "I like Smart Girls in Short Skirts", being that two of my closest girlfriends are a doctor in training and a lawyer. I should have been a professor. Teaching and introducing "Lolita" to a new class every semester. Annotating "The Dark Knight Returns" for fun as an extra credit project (I tried to do this in High School and I convinced my English teacher into reading the book and appreciating it). Making fun of Dave Eggers and a long list of elitist literary twats. Elevating the prose issue of Detective Comics by Grant Morrison into the curriculum. Obviously Batman would be my hero with a 1000 faces of choice for discussion. Visiting all the places in Canada portrait in Beautiful Loosers for summer classes on the one book that blew my mind open when I was 18. I would be a peculiar professor no? Affairs with students: optional. This is making me want to watch "Wonder Boys". It's the middle of the night and the silence dictates I put the kind of movie that feels like a safety blanket. Something to make me feel better. "Lost In Translation" it is.
On this picture Elle reminds me of a young Emma Frost. If X-men: First Class had been kept completely young all around , she would of been a great White Queen. In the begining of Ultimate X-men, Profesor X was aged 24, which was a good age to give him in relation to him being in Love with Jean aged around 17. Anyways, in that series Emma was his ex-girlfriend which I found interesting.
It's a rare day, when it all sort of comes together like this. This morning I decided my best course of action would be to move back home. Later on I saw this panel in Dr Manhattan #1, and it all made me think of this song:
From Before Watchmen: Rorscach #1. The writer for this series is hit and miss with me. Loved his series "100 Bullets" (why it hasn't been made into a show on HBO is beyond me), hated his work on Superman a few years back. My issues with it: Rorscach's voice over writings are typed instead of handwritten. eh, he's homeless ok, where and when does he have time to sit down and type this shit? such a lame oversight. Also he gets a batman type of villan to deal with. YAWN.
I like about this issue: A FEMALE ARTIST! on an issue of BATMAN. When was the last time that happened? NEVER! I don't like about this issue: She didn't draw all of it! ( like the above panel)
Catwoman. I loved every scene with her. When I saw this in the movie:
it felt like a homage to this Adam Hughes cover...
+ The New York Times, July 04, 1989: 'Batman' Sets Sales Record: $100 Million in 10 Days : " In just 10 days, the movie, from Warner Brothers, has sold $100.2 million worth of tickets, breaking the record of ''Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade,'' which reached $100 million on its 19th day. "
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If you only knew with hos much glee I welcomed an animated SAINT WALKER showing up on the Green Lantern animated show. He's one of my favorites.
I've seen "THE AVENGERS" twice in 24 hours. It is fanfuckingtastic. The second time I watched it there were a bunch of kids and they were having su much fun, this was their Star Wars, I could tell. Not only did I stay through the credits for the scene after them but also to look for two names: Bryan Hitch and Mark Millar.
Instead of writing a whole diatribe about how much their Avengers re-imagination "The Ultimates" influenced certain aspects of this movie, I'll just illustrate. For fun.
And so on and so on it goes for other characters.
Considering Joss Whendon wrote an introduction for an art book by Bryan HItch, I'm sure I just missed his name in the credits somewhere.
My Great Art Book Acquisitions of 2012 continues with the arrival of this book. If you're a fan of Scarlett Johansson1 or Thora Birch2 you may have seen Ghost World (2001). If you don't know, it is based on a comic by the Brilliant [DANEIL CLOWES].
1 I wonder how many Posts with Scarlett Johanson I have. I wish I had created a category for her way back when.
2 Seriously, What In The Actual Fuck happened to this girl's career?
Watchmen is a staggering piece of work; every time I pull it off the shelf--usually when I’m trying to fact-check some detail while writing an iconoclastic take-down of its legacy--I end up getting sucked back in, twelve years old and mindblown again. It belongs in the pantheon based on Dave Gibbons’ artwork alone. It’s the Easy Rider of superhero comics, the Rites of Spring of superhero comics, the "Birth of the Cool" of superhero comics. It manages to be both inevitably-overrated and impossible to overrate, like the Beatles or Citizen Kane. But it’s not exactly a barrel of laughs. It’s kind of a barrel of tears and razors and Rubik’s Cubes. It’s Citizen Kane, but it’s also Xanadu, all shadows and puzzles and bad vibes. It’s Easy Rider in the sense that it demonstrated that a youthsploitation medium could produce art that punched its weight alongside anything else, but it’s also Easy Rider in the sense that it has a super-buzzkill ending and is kind of nailed to its historical moment (which is why Snyder’s insistence on keeping all the Nixon/Reagan stuff felt so nonsensical in 2007.) And it’s fun, in spite of all that, but a lot of the fun is complicated fun, rarefied fun, specialist fun. Academic fun, too—all those symbols, symmetries, callbacks, ironic juxtapositions, and citations from Nietzsche/Blake/Shelley/Jung gave geeks accustomed to subjecting far less ambitious works to scholarly close-reading a chance to use that intellectual toolbox on something actually designed to reward it.