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September 29, 2010

Panels Out Of Context #20

From Black Panther #1. Written & drawn by Jack Kirby, inked & lettered by Mike Royer, and colored by Dave Hunt. Marvel, 1977.

September 22, 2010

Panels Out Of Context #19

From Strange Tales #1. Written, drawn & inked by Junko Mizuno. Translated by Aki Yanahi. Marvel, 2009.

Oh, Japan. Never change.

September 20, 2010

If It Only Had A Brain

So, it turned out it was a hardware problem as well. Basically, along with whatever else was going on with it, Big Shiny had a hard drive problem. But now it's Bigger and Shinier than ever, having replaced the crapped out drive with a terabyte (terabyte! what the hell am I going to put in this thing?), upgraded to Snow Leopard, and reimported all the good stuff from Time Machine.

Gee, that only took nine days.

So, what did I miss? Don't everyone answer at once.

September 19, 2010

It's That Time Of Year Again

Yaarh.


September 15, 2010

Panels Out Of Context #18

From Avengers West Coast #62. Written by Roy & Dann Thomas, drawn by Paul Ryan, inked by Dan Bulanadi, colored by Bob Sharen, and lettered by Bill Oakley. Marvel, 1990.

Okay, so that's Iron Man, Hank Pym, and Wonder Man expressing disdain. Who's the fourth speech bubble tail pointing to?
a) Captain Marvel (Monica Rambeau) in one of her invisible spectrum forms.
b) The Invisible Woman.
c) Quicksilver, running through the panel so fast he can't be seen.
d) Doctor Strange astrally projecting.
e) Bug, from the Micronauts.
f) Stan Lee.

September 14, 2010

Things Fall Apart

Rejection from Clarkesworld. Forsooth.

* * *

So, my home computer (Anduril, the Big Shiny, as seen here) died over the weekend. But it died oddly, in the sense that it was up and running, but I couldn't get my email to load. Other things worked nicely. So I decided to reboot it, and then it would not reboot. Get to the nice gray screen with the Apple logo and the spinning dial, and then it would shut down. All this would be fine, actually. Seems to be software, and I've got it fully backed up on Ye Olde Time Machine...only I can't find the friggin' boot CD. Too much junk in the office. Grumble grumble.

It's been a crappy few days for that sort of thing. Lisa's laptop died and had to be resurrected by the Apple Store clerics. Lisa's car is also in the shop for a sizable dent, a Hit and Run, as it were. Or rather, a Park and Scrape, followed by Fleeing the Scene without Leaving A Note. So she's on a rental for the week.

I have other complaints about other mechanical devices and how they've recently decided to stop doing their jobs, but I'll spare you. Blasted entropy.

Reading: Actually, books on the history of advertising (I blame Mad Men, and you should too): From Those Wonderful Folks Who Gave You Pearl Harbor: Front Line Dispatches from the Advertising War, by Jerry Della Femina; Confessions of an Advertising Man, by David Ogilvy; and now, The Conquest of Cool, by Thomas Frank.

September 09, 2010

Panels Out Of Context #17

From Nextwave: Agents of H.A.T.E. #2. Written by Warren Ellis, penciled by Stuart Immonen, inked by Wade von Grawbadger, colored by Dave McCaig, and lettered by Virtual Calligraphy's Joe Caramagna. Marvel, 2006.

This is actually a bit lazy on my part, as getting an amusing no-context panel from a Warren Ellis comic is like hitting a fish with a barrel of TNT-filled monkeys. But it amuses me no end, so here you go.

September 08, 2010

See The People

I am back at work. I am not happy about this.

It's not that I object to working. No, what I object to is the industrial thermostat in the next room deciding to emit a high pitched squeal that could sterilize possums at ten yards. I have tried monkeying with the thermostat in a variety of ways. None work.

I would take a hammer to it, except for the fact that it's in the server room. Which means:
a) no ac, no servers, and
b) they'll know who did it, as the door requires a card swipe.

Loud music on my iPod does a good job of covering it, but makes it difficult for me to concentrate on work. And so I am not happy.

In other I-am-not-happy news, The Boy is home sick. We did in fact take him to the DragonCon parade Saturday morning, which was a mixed success. He liked seeing the superheroes on parade, but I think the fact that there wasn't anything else (for him) to do was a bit of a let-down. Furthermore, he woke up the next day with a harsh barking cough, which has him home from school and taking a variety of splendid medications.

On the bright side, my first post is up at The Daily Cabal. Go, look. It'll take you ten seconds.

September 03, 2010

Inertia. I Haz It

I have closed comments on all entries older than one month. This basically means all but three of them, including this one.

I've actually considered getting rid of comments altogether. Don't get many these days, except for spammers. Ah, spammers. Now they come posting with first and last names, an email address that doesn't even close to either of them, a website for some questionable advertising. And wrapped all around this is a vague platitude of a comment along the lines of "good job!" Do many bloggers fall for this? Or are blogs without a large audience well and truly dead, as Wired claimed. Eh, who cares. I still subscribe to the newspaper. Besides, it's too much trouble. So comment on, spammers! Comment, so I can ban your IP addresses already. I live for that.

September 02, 2010

Every Villain Is Lemons

Have joined the Daily Cabal. Expect to be cabaling there sometime soon.

A couple recent rejections, from Clarkesworld and Weird Tales. Nice but still no's.

Will be taking The Boy to DragonCon, so that he might dress as a wee Spider-Man. Also to see the parade of stormtroopers marching through the city. Should be interesting.

I find myself wanting to write short, punchy single-line paragraphs here. I blame Twitter and its EVIL.

Reading: The Space Ship Under the Apple Tree, by Louis Slobodkin.

September 01, 2010

Panels Out Of Context #16

From Fantastic Four Giant Sized Adventures. Written by Paul Tobin and penciled, inked, colored, and presumably lettered by Dustin Weaver. Marvel, 2009.