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Cosplay: LADY BANE and BATMAN cover all your FETISH NEEDS.
Batman all done up in latex. Lady Bane with the muzzle. I don’t know. This son of a bitch just seems to be a fetishist’s wonderful juicy dream.
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DC ALL ANNOUNCING some CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE digital comics. 1990++
I was that fucking asshole who used to read the choose your own adventure books in a linear fashion. I kept fucking dying! It was horse shit. Despite growing up (a smidge), I’m not sure I won’t do whatever approximates the same behavior with these new DC digital comics that replicate the experience.
Nebraska library refuses to PULL ‘BATMAN: THE KILLING JOKE.’ Hell yeah.
Yeah library in Nebraska, there you go! Said library has refused to pull Batman: The Killing Joke from its shelves, after a complaint was lodged against the comic book’s content.
Rumor: DAVID S. GOYER writing and directing ‘JUSTICE LEAGUE’ flick. Or just writing.
David S. Goyer’s stock appears to be on the upswing. Homeboy contributed to the Dark Knight Trilogy, wrote Man of Steel, and now could be dipping his fingers into the intestines of the Justice League script.
DC teases JOKER’S DAUGHTER’S debut in NEW 52. Frankly, I didn’t know she existed.
Duela Dent is coming to the New 52! Hide your kids, hide your wives. Jesus Christ, talk about a stale cultural reference. Fuck you, Caff! Anyways, yeah. Joker’s Daughter is coming to the refried DC Universe. Perhaps this excites you. Frankly, I didn’t even know the Joker had a daughter. I understand this is a cascading wave of comic book failure raising towards me.
VATICAN thinks that Batman has gotten all bitter. No, srsly.
It seems that the Lord’s People have decided to weigh in on the more “recent” characterizations of Batman. Namely, they seemed to think the Flying Rodent has become a bitter son of a bitch. I’m sure I agree with them (go figure), and I especially don’t think it is a new development. All I do know is that I want to roll through those fuckers’ balling comics collection. The room for the pull-boxes must be enormous.
SNYDER and CAPULLO teaming up to tell BATMAN’S NEW 52 origin. Yawncore.
I’m trying my hardest not to be snarky, because I love Scott Snyder and Greg Capullo. However, the last thing that would really glaze my goodies at this point is yet another Batman origin. Well, I better start self-applicating the tests lacquer myself, because that is exactly what we’re getting.
WEEKEND OPEN BAR: consult your medium
[WEEKEND OPEN BAR: The one-stop ramble-about-anything weekend post at OL. Comment on the topic at hand. Tell us how drunk you are. Describe a comic you bought. This is your chance to bring the party.]
I want you to consult your medium.
And I’m not talkin’ about that gargantuan-racked Gypsy babe you met at the bus stop. Do I think it’s righteous that she wore a revealing shawl and was jambox-blastin’ an Among the Living cassette? Yes. Do I think that she actually has psychic powers? No. Unless you like waking up in another state to find that you’ve been drugged, robbed, and’re wanted on an arson charge, you’re goin’ to want to stay away from her.
Trust me, I know from experience.
Anyways, the sort of medium we’re dealin’ with today ain’t of the supernatural variety. Well, not literally (we’ll come back to that). See, the word “medium” comes from the old-tyme Ancients’ expression for “in the middle.” As such, there’re a whole mess of ways to apply the term. Yes, that’s why when you go to Dunkin Donuts, the serving size of hot dirt-water that’s larger than the small but smaller than the large is called medium!
Ta-dah!
When takin’ a stroll across the Arts & Entertainment Dance Hall, we need to look at media as the ways in which creators express themselves. In a sense, any given medium is the means by which a transfer occurs from the mind of the Creator to the mind of the Viewer. It’s actually an alarmingly simple process: an idea is in the Creator’s mind, the Creator shapes some sort of artifact, the Viewer experiences said artifact, and now the same idea is in the Viewer’s mind! Voila!
Stephen King describes the process in On Writing:
Look — here’s a table covered with a red cloth. On it is a cage the size of a small fish aquarium. In the cage is a white rabbit with a pink nose and pink-rimmed eyes. In its front paws is a carrot-stub upon which it is contentedly munching. On its back, clearly marked in blue ink, is the numeral 8.
Do we see the same thing? We’d have to get together and compare notes to make absolutely sure, but I think we do. There will be necessary variations, of course…
I sent you a table with a red cloth on it, a cage, a rabbit, and the number eight in blue ink. You got them all, especially that blue eight. We’ve engaged in an act of telepathy. No mythy-mountain shit; real telepathy.
That’s right, you degenerate broads and bastard boozers clinging to the railing of Spaceship OL — every time you read a book or listen to an album or play a video game, you’re on the receiving end of some genuine telepathy! And when you find it in your soul to create some art? When you show someone the landscape you painted or the sonnet you penned? Yeah, you’ve got it — you’re on the transmitting end of the thought-transfer!
So what’s this all gettin’ at? Well, simply put, I want every goddamn one of you to declare your medium-allegiance. At the end of the day, in which art form are you most invested? Which mode of expression sweep-picks your heartstrings? What is it about this medium that gets your blood pumpin’ and spirit swirlin’?
[What is your medium of choice?]
BATMAN arrests potential burglar in ENGLAND. The Future rules.
Motherfucker wanted to just hang out with James Bond, but that wasn’t happening. Wayne had to don the cloak, cancel his date with Jimmy, and arrest some errant fool. Hey man, you don’t choose the superhero game. It chooses you.
‘JUSTICE LEAGUE’ MOVIE will have five core characters, no dance scenes. WTF.
Okay, okay. They never said there were going to be any dance scenes in the Justice League movie. Instead, it has been a silent hope of mine. What better way to solidify the tension between Wayne and Clark, than by them finally slinging dongs on the dance floor while talking out their differences? It’s a minor loss for the film, but a loss none the less.
