Jeesh, Overly Emo Much?

I love the old books where the plots make no sense, and any thought of sticking to the "reality" of the character is thrown out the window by the writer.

For the non-comic geeks out there, let me explain.

This is Supergirl from issue 10, 1974. She is from Krypton. That means she has all the powers of Superman. Like invulnerability. Like you can't take a cell from her body because she is invulnerable. And you sure as hell can't vaporize her with a "super laser". If you could, don't you think that Lex Luthor would have done that already?

And did overly-emo-transgendered-Superlad have to kill himself? No other options to speak of? Like flying away at super speed? Crushing the Super Laser with super strength? They might as well ended with Supergirl waking up to say "Gosh, it was only a dream".

Oh well, it is just a comic book.

Remember When Kung-Fu Was Cool?

Then the Gracies went and ruined it by showing how aggressive hugging can defeat Kung Fu.

Fuckers.

Don't Worry Men, The Machine Gun Bullets Won't Hurt A Bit

From our resident political pundit:

"When you are in a shitstorm and you are a leader, you don't tell everyone that they are done for. You tell them to keep moving, to keep working, and to trust in the future."


From reality:

"Parliamentary budget officer Kevin Page told MPs yesterday that Canada's deficit next year could be as high as $13 billion and that Conservative government decisions to cut the GST and raise government spending were to blame, not global economic events.

"The weak fiscal performance to date is largely attributable to previous policy decisions as opposed to weakened economic conditions," "

Round here we call that "Lying to save your ass", but if you need to frame it as good leadership, well, bully for you.

Supergirl...Assassin!

Samus At The Beach

Like you haven't considered this.

Honshui Was Right

By failing to win the last game of the year to a team with more funding than most First Nations school boards, Western has reinforced shui's position that the program is rife with cheating and drugs, and worthy of condemnation. Hopefully, next year, they can fail with honour. Like Queen's. Or Waterloo.

Go Stangs!

I Watch Too Many Movies

I know it is just my juvenile, overactive imagination at play, but I can't help but give a rueful chuckle when I see the white school buses and vans, with "Stock" proudly emblazoned on the side.


I am sure the people at Stock are lovely, and would never eat a single child, nor would they process any children for slurry. Still, one has to wonder.

In the same vein, I worry about the soul harvest taking place at Oakridge S.S. The Harvest Bible Chapel holds their culling there every Sunday, and I worry my hands about their church. Much like Louis Cipher, and the hungry aliens from both the The Twilight Zone and The Simpsons, they seem overly brazen in their self-promotion. Much like the use of the name Greymalkin in Uncanny X-Men 504 is meant to be a tweak to the noses of their foes, I fear that this church is actually harvesting the souls of the unwilling and flaunting their sin.

But I also think that aliens control the oilsands and the Milton Berle caused AIDS.


I leave you with these prescient words from Baudelaire:

Mes chers frères, n'oubliez jamais, quand vous entendrez vanter le progrès des lumières, que la plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas!

Oh yeah, since we are discussing my juvenile brain, and the X-Men, I might as well post some rare Emma Frost cosplay from Becky Young.