Krypto Jizz!

The Basecasters were waxing poetic about the powers of Superman's chromosome bombs in episode 24 of the Allyourbasecast podcast and discussing the origins of said geek meme. Well, I don't know who talked about it first, but I sure know who did it best--Garth Ennis and Amanda Conner on "The Pro". "The Pro" is a delightful tale of a working class girl, trying to make ends meet for herself and her baby, one blow job at a time. Suddenly blessed with amazing powers by an onanistic alien voyeur (really), she is invited to join The League of Honour by the standard hero archetypes. It's the time honoured "whore out of water" story sure to bring a smile to the most flaccid of souls.

This was a one-shot back in 2002 and is a little hard to find. As your local library might be too shy to carry it, here is an animated version. It's truncated, but it gets the point of the story across. The bit crucial to the podcast starts at 7:00.

And it is not safe for work. Or home. Or near sensitive cats.

I Just Wanted A Pepsi

I watched Repo Man last night; first time since the late '80s. I was delighted that I still enjoyed the gosh-darn heck out of the first 45 minutes (after that it kind of falls off a cliff). I was reminded of why I liked the movie back in '85. The sense of angst only a frosh can feel, the need to feel separate and cool, and the cool music. The very cool music. The cover of Jonathan Richman's "Pablo Picasso" by Burning Sensations is good, but these two really stick out as fantastically cynical California punk tunes from the day.

"Repo Man", because anything produced by a Monkee has to be good.

The London Punk Scene. No, Not That London, This One. Blame Lady Simcoe.

"Stinkin Out The Joint", a 2003 documentary on the glory days of the London punk scene.

Place Hjed Hjere

Here is a spacer to give your eyes a break. Turns out some people are put off by naked fat guys. Typical uptight Albertan.