Galactus? Feh.

It was good of the Canadian Cynic to fix the illogical ramblings of Richard, but CC's post needs some geek fixing.


1. God Galactus The Celestials exist in human understanding as the greatest of all possible beings. (Even "the fool" who says in his heart "there is no God Galactus Celestial" has a definite sense of the being whose existence he is denying -- a supreme, greatest being for whom a greater being is, by definition, neither possible nor conceivable.)

blah blah blah...

4. Therefore God Galactus the Celestials, the greatest possible beings, exists in reality as well as our understanding.

The Celestials -- worship them.

Bat-Manga

Bat-Manga: The secret history of Batman in Japan.

This is a gorgeous book and probably a must-have for fans of The Bat, or students of manga. Weighing in a 1.5 kg (softcover), this coffee-table tome reprints the weekly Batman comic that debuted in Japan in 1966. Based on the campy television show, the strip, drawn by Jiro Kuwate (a manga prodigy who co-created the popular cyborg superhero 8-Man and whose style employed hypnotic geometrical motifs within his panels), was so little known that until its rediscovery by Kidd and Ferris, even DC Comics, “Batman” ’s publisher, was unaware of its existence.

Included are photos of a wide variety of Batman toys, including a surprising number of guns. All the strips are present, I assume in their original beige/sepia/newsprint colour. While the stories provide meager fare, as does anything based on Adam West's Batman, the glossy covers and endless toys, balloons and action figure pictures will make any BatGeek smile.

Fun With Bad Advertising

I love bad adverts. This one, which just came in the mail is a beaut. Just check out that wonderfully unverifiable headline.



Wow. The largest bankruptcy in carpets, ever! So, the biggest failure to sell carpets is meant to be a draw. All this says to me is "Nobody would buy this crap, so you should!" But, they are 80% off.

The other side of this glossy wonder is full of win though.




Bad spelling, bad grammar, fake business names, this one has it all. And it's only two days! Because after 2 days, they fill the truck with what is left of their stolen goods and hightail it for the next town. Just like the snake-oil salesmen of old. I am glad that some traditions never die.

Two Great Tastes, Together! Maybe.

From rapper The Last Emperor comes his vision of Marvel Super-Heroes vs. rap stars in a lyrical Secret Wars.

Oprah, You're Dead To Me

Really Oprah? Jenny McCarthy? You are giving that raging lunatic her own talk show? You know this woman wants children to die:

“I do believe sadly it's going to take some diseases coming back to realize that we need to change and develop vaccines that are safe. If the vaccine companies are not listening to us, it's their f___ing fault that the diseases are coming back. They're making a product that's s___. If you give us a safe vaccine, we'll use it. It shouldn't be polio versus autism.”

And even her boyfriend has gotten in on the act. Recently on the Huffington Post, Jim wrote a screed about vaccines that was so bad, it was, as they say, not even wrong. He managed to spell the words correctly, and got his name right, but the rest was, line by line, one big pile of shit.

Even Gawker thinks you're crackers Oprah. Really.

Oprah, do you want to know what Jenny's value is to public discourse, and discussions of the worth of vaccines? It is posing nude taking a poop. That is her value, and her only worthwhile contribution.
Enjoy the 30 pieces of silver O, I am sure they will make you feel great when you hear about stupid people making stupid decisions that kill babies.

Hey, here's a thought Oprah, take a bunch of money, and buy an island for all these anti-vaxers to live on, far from the rest of the sentient world. Give them a soon-to-be diseased-ravaged utopia to show us just how wrong we are about the science of vaccinations. I'd suggest putting the whole thing on television, but day after day of watching children die horribly is probably a ratings disaster waiting to happen. But, you are the tv genius, so I will bow to your greater knowledge and experience.

Thanks for nothing Oprah, you sack of crap.