Hey girl
True Story #224.
A DECODED TRANSMISSION FROM A SINGLE FACET OF THE MULTITUDE THAT IS AN ENTITY THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE GOD, BEAMED TO THE approx. 4-D SPATIAL COORDINATES OF THE FORMER RUINS OF THE PLANET EXPRESS DELIVERY SERVICE, NEW NEW YORK, EARTH, c. XXXX POST-HEAT DEATH OF THE UNIVERSE
To el amor de mi vida, Leela,
I don’t know if you’re aware of this by now, wherever you are, but I spelled your name with the stars once, forever ago.
I live — if this grotesquerie of animus can indeed be called Life — in Promethian torment, besieged and feasted upon daily, longly, and ever so wrongly by the devil-birds of guilt and regret. Can you forgive my short-sightedness? my stupidity? my fateful confidence in the continuance of our exogenous existence; our weekly madcap misadventures; the karmic rewards and socio-technological growth assured by the prevailing inclusive, egalitarian, and secular omniist philosophies, paeans, and practices of our halcyon seasons? In the end it was I and I alone who could have saved us all, but how was I supposed to know that the Giant Brains would invade for the twelfth fucking time, much less succeed at it? — so trusting was I in the self-correcting status quo that has long protected us and ours from oblivion that I failed to respond to the threat appropriately, vis. my unfortunate decision to forego participating in initial counterattack stratagems in lieu of watching reruns of Everybody Loves Hypnotoad, and it was you and all the world who paid for it. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.
I am on Comics! The Blog today, and I am sorry for that, too.
Kids, don’t do drugs.
I got the okay to show this. This image was done for DC Comics for a t-shirt to be worn by folks staffing the DC booth at SDCC 2010. There were two big promotions running, one featuring Starro and the other featuring Plastic-Man. Ultimately they decided to go with Plastic-Man shirts so this was never used. I held out hope that this might still end up on a shirt at some point, but sadly it has only remained my desktop wallpaper ever since
Starro and the t-shirt that would’ve been.
[watching 'the station agent' for the first time while blogging about watching 'the station agent']
Title card. Peter Dinklage is smoking and looks sad. Why is Peter Dinklage so sad? The credits say Michelle Williams is in this as well. Perhaps as a love interest? That would be a hell of a pull for Peter Dinklage. I would be stoked. Or is the fact that Michelle Williams is in this film why Peter Dinklage is so sad in the first place? Because nobody ever lives happily ever after (or even lives after at all) in a movie with Michelle Williams? Michelle Williams looks like Carey Mulligan. Or is it Carey Mulligan who looks like Michelle Williams? Carey Mulligan was in Never Let Me Go, a depressing movie about clones. Never Let Me Go should have been about Carey Mulligan and Michelle Williams as clones. I would watch that film. Just two hours of Carey Mulligan and Michelle Williams romping around, not having their organs harvested. Oh I made myself sad now.
Phil (or Port, I guess? Fuck, I can NOT CALL HIM THAT) sent out this transmission last night.
I cracked a joke over on Twitter about there being a Tumblr blog which put Ron Swanson quotes on pictures of Rorschach, or maybe the other way around, and then having said that I suddenly really wanted to see it. I honestly can’t decide which way I like better.
This is the best thing I have seen all day.
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We Are Shithouse.: This machine kills spiders.
I’ve officially relaunched Submetropolitan. Because it is Thursday and I love you all and you are very sexy, I know you are at work and suffering sexy hangovers from being so sexy last night and are in no mood for any of my shit, however sexy my said shit is (answer: so fucking sexy), the site…
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C!TB: The Luckiest
I wrote a terribly self indulgent article about seeing Ben Folds play with the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra and being lucky enough to feel inadequate about everything.
Spoilers: inadequacy is why C!TB exists.
