January 31, 2003

I knew a guy in college who had no ass. Really. He had no ass. Had to hold his pants up with suspenders. Swear to god, if you saw the guy in blue jeans from the waste down, the only indication of what was his front and what was his back was the direction his shoes were pointing. Weirdest thing I ever saw.

Guy loved golf, too. Don't know if that means anything

Just thought I'd mention that.

What if James Bond was a gorilla and what if Ian Fleming was drunk the whole time he wrote From Russia With Love?

Finished The Annotated Mantooth today (at work, none the less). It was a lot of fun. Very funny. Very irreverent. When you think about it, you'd have to work pretty hard to make a superspy-gorilla who's a mac-daddy with all the ladies and loves to splode and kick things not funny.

The annotated part refers to the fact that the original script for the page along with commentary from the writer, Matt Fraction, accompanies every page of comic. I probably could have done without the script. Really didn't find that too interesting. The commentary was great however. Fraction is talented, seriously funny writer who does a great job of expanding on the jokes in the comic and adding new jokes all through his commentary.

At $12.95 it’s probably a bit pricey for just three stories (even with commentary and scripts). $9.95 or $8.95 might have been a better retail price. I mean its only three short comic stories about a gorilla killing robot ninjas, Hitler, zombies or new-age female television talk show hosts. They're fun stories - but come on. They take about 5 - 10 minutes to read. All the forwards and such from Warren Ellis, Joe Casey, Greg Rucka, and Larry Yount are very entertaining, but still not enough to raise the price to $12.95 - in my opinoin.

Regardless, I'd still recommend the book to those who don't get all bent out of shape when Hitler is used for humorous effect. Learn more here Rex Mantooth

January 29, 2003

I really hope W has some proof of Saddam's wrong-doings, because if he's just been stringing us a long or hoping that the UN inspectors could turn something up, I'd hate to be W when the rest of the world (let alone the American public) calls his bluff.

Until then I wish W would simple shut his Texan-pie whole about how dangerous Saddam is and about all the proof he has to the fact. Put up or shut up. Shit or get off the pot. I tired of the pulpit pounding and the grim faces from our Commander in Chief.

Don't tell me what to think. Provide the facts and I'll make up my wn decision.

January 28, 2003

Holy crap I'm tired. Having a hard time shaking off the lack of sleep I got during our trip down to Florida.

"Why didn't I get any sleep on a vacation?", you're probably asking yourself. Well, I'll tell you.

Heather, Ian, Emma and myself had to sleep in the same room together. Historically, our children always do a horrible job of sleeping when we travel - despite Heather and my best efforts. Put those together and you get 5 sleepless nights. Ian has a hard time falling asleep. Emma has to be rocked to sleep. Then when Emma wakes up in the middle of the night it wakes up Ian. Both kids are crying. It was just a mess.

Anyway. Still haven't caught up with all the sleep I lost. Not sure if I ever am going to catch up.

January 24, 2003

Finished Crisis on Infinite Earths while we were vacationing in Florida this past week. (more on that, if I get the time.)

Have to admit it was a bit of a let down. I loved the epic scope of the story and seeing all the gorgeous George Perez artwork, not to mention the hundreds and hundreds of heroes from the DC Universe. However, overall the book was a bit disappointing. It written in that hyper-dialogue, hyper-narrative that was the standard in comics for decades. You know what I mean. You see a picture of Superman, arms outstretched pushing against a giant rocket. The caption above the picture would read, "Superman pushes against the giant rocket, trying to slow its descent." While Superman would be saying in his little word balloon, "I've got to slow this rocket down before it slams into that school bus full of nuns and orphans."

Way more information then needs to be there, considering the medium. Crisis was written before the full effects of Watchman and had really changed the industry. Less reliance on captions and goofy dialogue. Better use of art to tell the story and convey emotion, feeling and character in conjunction with the dialogue. It’s the type of comics I'm used to reading - or at least that form of comics is the ones I have gravitated to. Maybe there are people out there still creating comics belching text all over the place. Can’t understand why they would though. Comics should be the text and pictures to create a compelling entertainment experience. Why use text when pictures can do the job more quickly, and in most cases, more effectively.

So I was disappointed that comic was so verbose, but loved seeing the DCU destroyed and reshaped. I’m just a huge fan of the pantheon of DC heroes. I really can’t get enough of them.

Wouldn't recommend it to anyone who isn't a fan of superhero comics - and they would probably have to be a fan of DC superhero comics for me to really recommend it.

The next comic tpb I'll be taking on is The Annotated Mantooth. Looks like it will be a wicked ride. I'm looking forward to it.

January 23, 2003


An idea whose time has come. I'm thinking of buying a whole bunch of these things and giving them away next Christmas. I can think of plenty of qualified recipients.

January 16, 2003

Yahoo! News - Bananas' days may be numbered

No more bananas? This is craziness! It boggles my mind that we could be talking about the extinction of one of the world's most popular fruits. Bananas! Just too wierd.

January 15, 2003

Yahoo! News - Miller Lite's 'Catfight' ad angers some viewers

This is so ridiculous. Read the article. According to the number of complaints, the ad doesn't even really anger some view viewers - if you consider the millions of people who have seen the ad - a very small handful have complained (200). That's not "some", that's statistically zero.

200 out of millions and millions of viewers. Please.

Plus, according to Miller Brewing most of those 200 complainers are married women over 40 years old and with families. In other words, sad-ass soccer moms who have lost all sense of humor and are working to create a neutered, candied-coated world for their emotionally stunted brat-children.

My wife laughed at the commercial.

It’s a commercial. A funny commercial.

January 10, 2003

Its Friday and I'm not really interested in doing anything. Kinda killing time before some meetings this afternoon that I don't want to attend. This job is just so stupid sometimes.

Had to complete a review of myself and send it to my manager. In his email reminder that he sent this morning, he asked us to list some of our accomplishments that we are most pleased with. I told him I didn't have any and then proceeded to spin some elaborate explanation that purposely evading answering truthfully.

Frankly, I just not happy with anything I did last year. I accomplished some big projects, handled some weighty tasks - but it wasn't because I wanted to. There was no passion for me to work on those things. It was just that those projects, or whatever, had to be done - and the responsibility for getting them done had been put on my shoulders.

There just isn't any passion in my work. I am working for others. Doing projects and completely tasks that help the company - the Man. Sure I get a nice salary and should take home a nice bonus this year, but its just money that I received for doing work for someone else. I've got nothing personally invested in this job or this company. It just draining.

I'm just getting tired of working for others. I want to do things for myself. Things that interest me.

This is all very depressing.

January 06, 2003

Holy Crap. What a week. The flu ripped through our house - no one was spared. The death march followed as such: Ian, myself, Heather, and finally Emma. Each of us had their own day to be sick. 4 days of vomiting, diarrhea, and fevers. It was fuckin' horrible. Longest 4 days of my life.

It’s all over now. We're all on the mend. But not the way to start off the new year. Hope it isn't a sign of things to come.

How ‘bout them Buckeyes, though? Their double overtime victory did help bring some sunshine into our gloomy little house of disease. Best Damn Football Team in the Land.

Fightin’ Irish – ugh. What a disapointment.