|Thursday, September 13, 2007|
Pulled up my NewsGator RSS reader, and got this ominous little portent:
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(Yeah, I hastily drew that circle in MS Paint...you wanna make somethin' of it?)
I always knew the news was evil, but it's another thing entirely to have it confirmed!
|Wednesday, September 12, 2007|
The world is always a little better when there's a new They Might Be Giants video out there.
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Check out this one for "The Shadow Government" off their album The Else. It's just as quirky and catchy and fun as you'd expect a TMBG video to be:
In the past year or two, we've taken to CSI, to the point where we've gone back and rented the DVD sets of the earlier seasons. This has been, generally speaking, a worthwhile pastime, but it has one very annoying side effect:
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Because so many actors have passed through that show in the course of its seven or whatever years, I often find myself watching something and saying, "I know that person from somewhere..." only to inevitably discover that the place I know that person from is a guest appearance on CSI.
This isn't a bad thing, but I'm not used to not knowing where I know an actor from, and it's friggin' annoying that these one-episode actors keep flitting at the corner of my mind.
I think it was thirteen, fourteen years ago I first saw Ninja # (yes, that's pronounced "Ninja Number").
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We were in high school then, and it seemed like all of us had some goofy little character we liked to draw, each with its own goofy little name: Spanky, Moopsie, Smarmy the Dwarf, the Shrunken Samurai...you get the idea (especially if the idea you get is that we were all big dorks). In many ways, Ninja # was just like the rest of them—a simple drawing, a script numeral two as the head (the tails of the digit serving as the bandanna knot that held on the ninja's mask), then a scribbled torso, arms, and legs, and a simple sword drawn in one hand.
But Ninja # wasn't like the rest of them, because Edmund had created him. And Edmund was always about one thing: the Big Idea. He was amazing, the stuff he would come up with. While the rest of us might sketch out some half-assed adolescent story, Edmund was writing epic space operas. The stuff Edmund would come up with would be manic and absurd and contagious and utterly brilliant. And more often than not, he and Jason—whose art could be just as manic and absurd and contagious and utterly brilliant, and which I've admired for more than fifteen years now—would team up to bring their visions to life.
(I remember—and still have—a comic the two of them did for a science class project. Batman & Robin and the Power Rangers and their classmates and science lessons—and, yes, Ninja #, in one of his first (if not THE first) comic book appearance—racing across Gotham City by way of Buffalo Grove to save the day, and teach us a thing or two along the way. Ah, I do so cherish that comic...)
The one project they always talked about, though, and the one project that never quite got there, was a Ninja # comic.
Fast-forward to a week or so ago. I'm working at the computer what an IM pops up from Jason: "It's finished."
The "It," obviously, was Ninja # #1. Written by Edmund, illustrated by Jason, they've pulled this comic together, working across 2,000 miles and more than a dozen years.
You can get your copies at Comic-Con International (how's that for a place to make your debut?), or you can order it from NinjaNumber.com. I'm looking forward to my copy arriving in the next few days, when I'll be able to give it a nice, solid review.
And after that, I figure it's only a matter of time before I'll be reading Smarmy the Dwarf #1.
Not so much "ha ha" funny, as "ooh, what's that smell?" funny...
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It occurred to me just now (and others have probably had this realization their own selves) that conservatives tend to believe we're on the brink of self-destruction because we're moving away from the old ways, and liberals tend to believe we're on the brink of self-destruction because we're too reliant on the old ways.
There's a lesson in there somewhere...