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Wonder Woman on TV.

Adrianne Palicki as Wonder Woman

You gave up this smile because of the pants.

I don’t know if this is enough for a thousand words, but dammit, I’ll try my hardest. I’m not going to lie, I wasn’t entirely invested in Wonder Woman being back on television–I’m with her as much as I’m with DC Comics, I’m okay with David E. Kelley–but I was at least looking forward to a fun, breezy series starring a woman who ran around in a hard plastic corset. But thanks to focus group members at NBC, I am now no longer looking forward to a fun, light series about a woman who has bondage gear/fem-dom related superpowers, and am instead awaiting the next season of Hawaii Five-0. Don’t get me wrong, I love me some snarky Scott Caan as much as the next fella, but you know what I would’ve liked more? A series about crime, punishment, superpowers, tight pants, “little shorts” and breasts heaving in high definition. I’m talking 1080p televised heaving as she chased down criminals. And apparently, I’m going to be the only person commenting on this specific missed opportunity. For shame.

I have no real knowledge of Adrianne Palicki, having never watched Friday Night Lights. I suffer this ailment that the significant majority of people in North America suffer in that I couldn’t give two damns about high school football if you paid me. Or university football, or whatever. Wherever the hell those kids were playing, I didn’t care, cos I don’t care about football. Newsflash: I still don’t care about football. Wanna know some other things I don’t care about? What Diana is wearing when she’s passing herself off as Wonder Woman. I really could not care enough to wish a show canceled over whether her boots are red or blue or how bright her blue tights/leggings/whatever-fashion-term-I’m-misusing are. Couldn’t care less when it came to the scope of a series, cos–let’s face it here–that can be changed by the time the show reaches production and if you’re changing it just to satisfy fans, you need to re-evaluate your relationship with the existing comics fandom. Read more…

So here’s the deal.

I’m currently working on assembling my second impressions of TCAF into a proper post. Might even turn into one of those epic posts and take two and a half posts to get through all the awesome stuff that happened, but as I’m basically working from memory, I’ll try to get my girlfriend to upload those photos as fast as possible tomorrow morning. In the mean time, my buddy Chad offered to review his other favourite game of last year, Final Fantasy Tactics to take the load off of today (Sunday). Mostly because of my last post, I think–anyway. So, he was supposed to be writing that today, and I was supposed to be taking a day off. It’s around eleven thirty at night on Sunday night, and Chad has no idea how many words he’s at on FFT–he’d rather write a good article than be on time. Apparently, he hasn’t read most of my articles from volume 2!

So right now, I’m just posting this so that you subscribers know that there was something planned today. There really was, and it wasn’t my responsibility to get it posted. Cos Chad was all “Take a day off, I can do it!” And I said sure. Which isn’t my fault. In any case, do you want me to keep rambling on for 1000 words or just let stuff get stuffed? I could talk about a couple things I’ve been reading up on. Would that satiate you all? Let’s give’r the ole’ college try! Read more…

Legitimately assorted thoughts.

I have nothing to write about today. I went to Toronto for the Toronto Comic Arts Festival, and I planned to review the event, but that never ended up happening. Mostly because while I was there, I was too intimidated by the teeming masses of hippies and freaks to actually experience the event. This depressed me further by the time I got to the bus home and realized I had wasted twenty dollars in getting to Toronto and back on GO transit just to buy a copy of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Vol. II and Century: 1910 at Chapters. I mean, did a lot of good stuff happen today? No… I sorta saw Danielle Corsetto… from a distance… as well as David Malki !… from the same distance… I’m not exactly the world’s most outgoing guy, okay? I don’t like bothering people, and that includes people who are literally there for me to bother at a fan convention. I just feel like an entitled douchebag.

And not helping matters in that regard is that for the large majority of artists there, I could not care less about their work. I hate saying this in a place where people can see, but I gotta be honest with you, blog. I just don’t care about the medium the way these artists and these fans do. I don’t care about graphic novels, I don’t care about comic books and I don’t care about webcomics. I care about high quality work. That’s it. And all these people there are discussing the new Invincible trades, and talking to all these artists about how cool their book about cats doing things people do is, and for god’s sake, it is not cool if it’s the eightieth one I’ve seen. And what kills me is the exhibitor with the most people cramming to get to his booth chokes the bottleneck around the only two artists I want to see whom no one else can recognize on sight. And even saying that is an insult to their dear friend–so what the hell am I supposed to do if I don’t like the majority of stuff? Read more…

Categories: Comics, Not-A-Reviews

Assorted thoughts.

People tell me quite often that Twitter has no purpose, is stupid and is only for people with the most miniscule of attention spans. I don’t agree with a lot of this, and I also disagree that it makes us feel more connected than we actually are. I’ve never felt really, truly bonded to someone on Twitter the way I do in real life, but I digress. The real point I’m getting at is that people who bash Twitter aren’t bashing Twitter for what it is. They’re almost never just admonishing it for putting an artificial restraint on communication–surely there are avenues left for unrestrained expression where you could rewrite Atlas Shrugged in lojban for all I care–nonono. People who bash Twitter are bashing it for being Minecraft or for being something like Saints Row II (entirely uninformed analogy)–they’re criticizing it for doing anything you want it to do and not having an instruction manual. Twitter will do absolutely anything you can think of.

Are you looking for a place to publish the minutiae of what you eat and wear on a daily basis? Congratulations, you can do that. Are you looking for a poor man’s RSS feed for people who don’t know how to work RSS feeds so that your webcomic can reach a broader audience? You can do that, too. You can use Twitter as a forum to engage with people about things they might not necessarily publicize otherwise. You can use it solely to publicize new blog posts–OR, my favourite use of Twitter, you can do all of those things at once from the same account. By following one account, a single user can get the personal stories of the author, updates on new blog posts and projects as well as political news from around the world that they might not necessarily be tuned in to.

BREAKING NEWS: this reappraisal of Twitter has now been interrupted by the fact that Canada just elected a Conservative majority government. Read more…

How to adapt Watchmen. (or a how-to for good adaptations in general)

April 1, 2011 2 comments

So it was my birthday yesterday. And, in addition to the lovely presents I received from important people in my life and the well-wishes of several girls and women (woooooo), I bought another copy of Watchmen. See, my first copy of Watchmen, which I read in about three hours flat, has somehow been lost to the sands of time. If I find it again, I’ll let y’all know–I’ll have to sell it, right? But I bought another copy of Watchmen for two reasons. First, I really really wanted to re-read Watchmen. I just finished chapter 4 at the moment (Dr. Manhattan’s flashback chapter) and I can safely say that twenty bucks was totally worth it. This is one of the greatest novels ever written. The second reason being that Wanted also cost twenty bucks, and is only six issues long. Nice one, Millar, you won’t get me that easy.

Now, Watchmen is a work of groundbreaking depth and complexity in any medium, but it’s charged specifically with changing the history of comic books. (I refuse to call them graphic novels.) This is because, as I mentioned earlier somewhere, probably in one of the (I’m) Not a Gamer posts, Watchmen was written with the express intent of being a comic book. There was never any confusion over what it was, and as it was being written by a mad genius, the end product is definitely a comic book. Its story is told primarily in ninth panels, it uses episodic storytelling to the fullest extent it can, it can pull several narrative tricks that film–being a medium of reduction–can’t pull. You can listen to a narrator, look at a scene and know that the narrator is out of the scene, cos comic books have an omnipresent narration. Whereas in a movie, the moment you see someone on screen while the narration is running–the jig is up. You know that the person on screen, whomever they may be, is the narrator. Read more…

Categories: Comics, Movies, Not-A-Reviews

Today’s various musings.

February 15, 2011 Leave a comment

I was surrounded by rappers, but none of them rapped.

I’m sorry, readers, for again today, I’ve expected myself to have something to say and again I’ve shown up empty handed. A schedule like this is rather demanding, you see, and I fear I can only keep it up for so long before breaking down in a pile of wasted, weeping insanity from the stresses of having to write 1000 words a day all year. In a lot of respects, I suppose webcomics authors have it easier than I do. I was reading the TVTropes page on Schedule Slip today. It’s when creatives miss a deadline–sometimes by years. The examples on that page are downright shocking in some cases. Including one low detail, black and white comic that updated once in the entire calendar year of 2009. Once. And it wasn’t a book they updated with, it was four lone panels. And they weren’t even funny.

There are also official works where people get paid to release material on time, like the manga for Neon Genesis Evangelion. That’s been going on so long that I can’t even find a copy of the fourth volume in North America, but it’s still stuck at the beginning of the second-to-last episode. To re-iterate, an early volume is nearly out of print while it’s yet to be completed. Sadly, I’m a big fan of its alternate character interpretations as compared to the series and would like to read more of it. Too bad for me, I guess. Read more…

The death of modern culture.

January 24, 2011 1 comment

Patton Oswalt recently published a bewilderingly long-winded and altogether baffling article on He talked about the death of modern culture and what he termed ETEWAF: everything that ever was, available forever. He says that modern internet politics have brought all of culture together in one handily accessible place for anyone to get a hold of, and he says this as though it’s a bad thing. While I agree, he goes on to say that speeding up this process can only bring back the singular pop culture of yesteryear, where everyone watched I Love Lucy and listened to The Beatles. Where his daughter can be the singular rebel who’s the only girl listening to “superviolent line-dancing music” “from Germany”. I have bad news for you, Mr. Oswalt. While my brother may love your comedy and I may love your performance as Remy in Ratatouille, our modern geek culture will indeed die. And there’s little we can do to stop it.

When I see people listening to new music these days, I hear a lot of people listening to the same few things already. And when they branch out to something new, they don’t listen to something new. They listen to something that sounds exactly like what they’re already listening to, but with one element exaggerated or downplayed. They repeat this process until they find their singular favourite band, who make dozens of songs that all sound the same, but all have the exact mix of what they want. I see people do this to movies, where they look for the one genre entry that is undeniably theirs and no one else will like the exact composition of that film as much as they do. People do this with everything until we all have our own niches of culture all to ourselves. Am I guilty of this? I can’t even tell any more. Read more…