Not quite there yet.

Amazon just sent me an e-mail altering me to the fact that they've cut the price of Star Trek V from $12.99 to $10.99. That's still $10.99 too much. I think the only way I could have brought myself to own this one would be if Paramount had let Shatner do a director's edition. That, at least, would have had some entertainment value...

SNAKES ON A PLANE!

How awesome was SNAKES ON A PLANE, which I just saw on the biggest motherfucking movie screen in Minnesota? So awesome my iPod knew how awesome the movie was. On the way, set to random, it played the following as a warmup to the movie:

• Are You Ready to be Heartbroken? - Sandie Shaw
  
• Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses
  
• Queen Bitch - David Bowie
  
• Angel of Harlem - U2
  
• Making Time - Creation
  
• Walls Come Tumbling Down - The Jam
  
• Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
  

You're probably reading this and thinking to yourself, "Wow, if I ever got such an awesome string of songs in a row from my iPod, I wonder how long it would take until I got another set of songs that even came close to surpassing its awesomeness?"

In my case?

RIGHT AFTER THE MOVIE.

Coming home, driving 75 miles an hour down an empty highway with the window down and the volume way up, I was treated to this agglomeration of music:

• Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe - Barry White
  
• Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses (That's right, the most awesome song in the universe TWICE!)
  
• (Don't Fear) the Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
  
• Sweet Talkin' Woman - ELO
  
• Goodbye Stranger - Supertramp
  
• R.A.M.O.N.E.S. - The Ramones
  

How do you know when a movie is that than which no other movie may be more awesome?

When it's called SNAKES ON A PLANE, that's when.

Note to self

Don't fuck with Charles Durning. (Via James Nicoll.)

Just the facts, ma'am.

Ask a stupid question...

Slate asks the following about George Felix Allen Jr.:



The answer is twofold: 1) Yes; and 2) That's really never stopped anyone before, now, has it?

It depends on what your definition of "planet" is.

A committee of scientists has revised the criteria for planethood; if accepted, the number of planets in our solar system would expand from 9 to 12 and possible higher:

Among the chosen few within the solar system would be not only Pluto, whose status has been challenged in recent years, but also Ceres, the largest asteroid; 2003 UB313, nicknamed Xena, an object discovered by Dr. Brown in 2005 orbiting far beyond Pluto in the outer solar system; and even Pluto’s largest moon, Charon.

In addition, at least a dozen more solar system objects are waiting in the wings for more data to see if they fit the new definition of planethood, which is that an object be massive enough that gravity has formed it into a sphere and that it circles a star and not some other planet.

The definition, they said, would apply both inside and outside the solar system.

The new definition was to be announced today in Prague, where some 2,500 astronomers are meeting in the triannual assembly of the International Astronomical Union. It is the work of the group’s Planet Definition Committee, whose chairman is Owen Gingerich, a Harvard astronomer. The astronomers will vote on the definition on Aug. 25.

However, the question remains: What about Bizarro World? Will the new emphasis on roundness mean that our square sister planet will no longer be a planet? And who gets to break the news to Bizarro?

Super.

So not long ago Superman III was on TV. It's a terrible movie, with none of the grandeur and weight of the orignal Richard Donner film and a nonsensical plot and, well, Richard Pryor. There's almost nothing to recommend it to anyone.

Almost.

Because it's still got Christopher Reeve playing Superman. And even trapped in this horrible movie, he found ways to make his portrayal work. It's the little things. There's an overlong, unfunny extended opening to the film that tries very very hard to be hysterical, and it isn't, and what's more unfunny than that? At one point, a car crashes into and on top of a fire hydrant and fills with water, for some reason --

-- look, I TOLD you it was terrible --

-- and Superman rescues the driver and lifts him out of the flooded car, as Superman does.

And then, once he's made sure the driver's fine, Superman shakes the driver's hand.

That's awesome, in a peculiarly Supermanic way; he's honored to have had the chance to help you and he's thrilled you're OK and he takes a second to convey that with a casual gesture.

And then he flies off to do it again.

The snarkiest web ad in the world

Phil, Phil, Phil...

We both went to school with people more famous than Angela...

Page 123

De has tagged me with the following:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your Blog/Live Journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people.

From The Lanahan Readings in the American Polity (Third Edition):

This is not to say that these variables don't play a role in making public policy - clearly they do. Nevertheless, our explanation for gridlock focuses on two primary factors: (1) the preferences of members of Congress regarding particular policies, and (2) super-majority institutions - the Senate filibuster and the presidential veto....

The idea is really quite straightforward. When considering the U.S. Congress, instead of thinking which party is in control, think of the members as arrayed from left to right - liberal to conservative. The further left a member is positioned, the more that member favors increased government activity on health care, the environment, education, and so on.

Tag:

• She Who Must Be Obeyed
  
• Phil
  
• Simon
  
• Lefty Brown
  
• Elisha Cuthbert

Burying the lede

Via Obscure Store comes this tale of a man hit by the Girls Gone Wild bus in Iowa City. Which begs the question, what the hell is the Girls Gone Wild bus doing in Iowa City?

Genius. Sheer and utter genius.

Not actually love, actually

Rodrigo Santoro is joining the cast of Lost. The only place you may remember him from is Love, Actually, in which he played the object of Laura Linney's workplace crush.

When we saw that movie, we found ourselves sitting in front of some little old ladies and so we held our breath in anticipation of the nigh-inevitable mid-film chatter. Lucky for us, they actually knew how to behave during a movie and were silent throughout..except for one incident which was too funny to get mad at.

You see, there's a fairly intimate scene in the movie between Linney and Santoro. Early in this sequence, as the camera lingered on Santoro, we heard one of the pepperpots say, "Oh, he's gorgeous." And, well, I imagine he is, if you go for that sort of thing, so no harm, no foul.

A few minutes later, Santoro is down to his black designer skivvies. And in response, the same pepperpot announces to the theatre, "Oh, he's really gorgeous!"

We tried, as best we could, to keep our convulsive laughter silent.

The Office: The Webisodes

Precisely two people on the planet will understand why I both laughed and cringed at this bit from a review of NBC's online mini-episodes of The Office:

The Accountants is a particularly good showcase for Brian Baumgartner, who plays the fat and enigmatic Kevin. Baumgartner's body splits the difference between Dilbert's and Sydney Greenstreet's, and he lets all kinds of sweet and creepy smiles play out on his sly lips. He seems like the kind of guy who would procrastinate by watching this show in his polyester work space and then blow off the rest of the afternoon trying to dream up something better.

Our next President

...at least on 24, will be Wayne Palmer, brother of the late former President David Palmer. I can't say this is a development that thrills me; 24 has done far too much with of playing musical Presidents, and it's hard to picture Wayne as being suited for the job after watching him screw up one thing after another during Season Three. Plus, it would have been nice to see some more of Ray Wise, who did a good job with very little to do it with in the relatively thankless role of playing Vice President Gardner last season; the character only existed as a red herring, but Wise gave Gardner some real depth in just a few episodes.

Still, if the creators of 24 felt like they had to go this route, I wish they'd at least have set Day Six on the day of inauguration, and somehow worked the shift in administrations into the plot. We've seen any number of scenarios in which an unplanned change of leadership has wreaked havoc in a crisis situation; why not explore how a shift that everyone on the planet knows is coming can change things this time around?

Law & Order in order

This is nifty: A graphic timeline of who's been on Law & Order over the years. It's suprising to see how long Jessie L. Martin's been on the show; for some reason I still think of him as the new guy. And I'm always sad to be reminded of what a short run Carrie Lowell had as Jack McCoy's assistant...

About bloody damn time

Waking the Dead, a superbly and subtly done BBC forensic drama, is finally coming out on DVD in the US. We've been watching on BBC America, but the episodes are dramatically edited down to fit the time alotted (for some reason, BBCA has no problems putting comedies in 40-minute slots to avoid cutting them, but has no compunctions about trimming dramas down to fit into an hour or two-hour slot). So while we enjoy it a great deal, we often have to do an episode post-mortem on the couch to figure out exactly how the case was resolved.

The show is described at the link above as a "British CSI," but it's much closer in concept to the bland Cold Case. Like CSI, however, the eccentric lead detective inexplicably grows a rather ugly beard between the third and fourth seasons of the show.

The streets will flow with the blood of the nonbelievers; or, The Flash on DVD

We just finished watching the pilot episode of the 1990-1991 Flash TV series that aired on CBS. At the time, I hadn't realized just how violent it was. I think more police officers were killed in the 90 minutes of that pilot than in the entire history of real-life American law enforcement.

And a funny sign of the times: The Flash, in his secret identity, is police scientist Barry Allen, who doesn't get much respect from his fellow police and isn't considered a "real" cop by his father. Poor Barry was ahead of his time; ten years later or so, and he'd be one among dozens of forensic cops on the network...

Insert "Thing" pun of your choice here

I certainly appreciate the dedication and creativity that this guy used to make a costume of The Thing from, uh, actual rock. But, boy, the finished product really gives Ben Grimm some monster cameltoe action, doesn't it?

Very short Batman: Dark Detective review

Well, THAT was depressing.

Slightly longer review: It's very possible for something to be very well-done and yet end on such a downbeat note that you feel like crap after reading it. This is one of those things.

Laws of Attraction

Julianne Moore is one of the best dramatic actresses working today. She is also one of the most beautiful women on the planet. She is not, however, funny. And yet there's something endrearing about just how hard she works when she's in a comedy, which is surprisingly often considering that her strengths lie elsewhere; as a result, her comedies are one of my guilty moviewatching pleasures.

Laws of Attraction, starring Moore and Pierce Brosnan, is a case in point. Moore and Brosnan star as divorce lawyers who, through a series of wacky hijinks that are not particularly wacky nor high nor even jinksish wind up married to one another in the midst of a case in which each is representing half of a divorcing couple. As a high concept, it's not an awful one, and the filmmakers were clearly trying to make something in the spirit of a 1930s screwball comedy, but the movie doesn't make a lick of sense and the actors' considerable charms are nowhere near enough to cover gaping holes in plot and logic.

It does have some scenes that were shot on location in Ireland. I hope everyone involved had a nice time.

For the love of all that's holy...

...would someone PLEASE give Kiera Knightly a cheeseburger? She looks like she could turn in the wrong direction and put some innocent bystander's eye out at any moment.

Snort.

I think this might be my favorite comics message board comment ever.

X-Men: Evolution

Lately we've been catching up with X-Men: Evolution via Netflix. This cartoon's a curious specimen; the high concept -- "It's the X-Men! And they're in high school!" -- sounds like the kind of thing a TV executive trying to appeal to The Young People would come up with after a three-martini lunch. But what could have been goofy instead has a charming earnestness to it, the character designs are stylized in a fun way, and the missteps (such as "Spyke," the lamest character ever) are outweighed by the good bits.

The DVDs, in lieu of commentaries, feature episode introductions by the creators of the series. Amusingly, they all look like they should be members of the Syracuse Chamber of Commerce, not animators. That greatly entertains me, for some reason, and I like the idea of these guys knowing what they're trying to do and working really, really hard to do it well.

The movie.

I liked it.

It wasn't Superman: The Movie, but what could be? Oddly, the very things that gave me pause prior to seeing the movie, and still make me wonder how the hell they could ever make a sequel to Superman Returns, are also the things I like. The temptation with this sort of a movie, I think, often is to do an impersonal, respectful take that hits the right notes but doesn't actually DO anything. But the weirder aspects of the movie -- and I'll steer clear of saying anything too spoilerish for now -- also make it a much more idiosyncratic and personal and affecting story. I'm not sure it works or holds together or makes a great deal of sense, but it's got its own point of view and perspective beneath the set pieces and special effects and that gives it a charge that it might otherwise have lacked. It reminds me more of something like Kurt Busiek's Superman: Secret Identity or one of the weird Elliot S! Maggin Superman annuals from the early 80s than a "normal" Superman story. And that's a good thing.

I say all of this as someone who was deeply, deeply skeptical of this movie all through the production process; most of the dribs and drabs of information we got were as likely to fill me with dread as anticipation. Nevertheless: I liked it, and I recommend it, and I recommend going in with an open mind.

The suit.

Like a lot of comics fans, I was underwhelmed by the first images of the Superman suit for the new movie. The collar was too high, the reds were too dark -- approaching brown in some shots from some angles -- the boots were needlessly fussy, the texture on the blue was weird, the seams were too big and too bold, the embossed, raised "S" wasn't right.

In still photos, all of these things are true.

In motion, on a big movie screen, the damn thing actually works, for the most part. The dark red isn't the stopping point it looks like in photos, the texture on the blue looks line, the seams fade away almost to nothing, and the "S" looks no more or less weird or wonky than, say, Gil Kane's stylised rendition as compared to something like Jerry Ordway's more mainline one.

The one early complaint that still holds is the belt buckle. For some reason, instead of leaving the belt alone, with the simple yellow oval buckle of the comics and previous movie costumes, the designers chose to replace it with a miniature version of the "S" logo.

It doesn't work. It's not awful, but it's distracting and silly and breaks up the look of the costume in a number of key scenes, mainly because the "holes" in the logo are colored red. If it were a solid yellow, it probably wouldn't matter, or even be much noticed, but as is it's a pretty weird costume element.

Still, given my early apprehensions, the suit was a very pleasant surprise.

28 Years Later

I'm pretty sure Superman: The Movie was the first movie I ever saw in a movie theater; if I'm wrong about that, I never want to be corrected. When it came out in 1978, I was three. I don't remember a single thing about seeing the movie that first time, except that when I got home I started running around in my Superman underoos (eventually my grandmother to made me a red cape with an "S" to go with it). Since then, I've seen the movie at least a hundred times on TV or video, which is not so awful when you break that down over thirty years. So you could say I've seen it a lot, and could hum the theme music by John Williams more or less in my sleep.

And, boy, is that theme about as close to perfect as any movie music has ever been.

And last night, sitting in the weird multiplex in the middle of nowhere, hearing that theme used again in the opening sequence of the new movie in a darkened theatre in full surround sound, I felt goosebumps that I didn't even know I had. I felt like that little kid who didn't quite get that Superman: The Movie wasn't a documentary -- hell, I'm STILL not quite convinced of that -- all over again.

As I've said: Best. Wife. Ever.

What makes someone the Best Wife Ever? Stuff like this:

Last night at 9:41 pm I remembered that there were 10pm screenings of Superman Returns. It was far too late to try to make even the closest theatre to our house.

So Best Wife Ever, a.k.a. She Who Must Be Obeyed, decided that going to a late premiere on a weeknight was the kind of thing we don't do enough of anymore since we got older and less irresponsible got online and found an 11 pm screening at a weird multiplex in the middle of nowhere and we hopped in the car and saw the movie.

More about which later.

But for now: Best. Wife. Ever.

I am shocked, yes, SHOCKED!

My faith in HGTV has been shaken to its core by this first-hand account of what it's really like to go on the inaptly named FreeStyle:

The show's premise is that you can redecorate a room and solve all of your design problems absolutely free . By simply rearranging existing furniture, bringing in overlooked treasures from other rooms and getting rid of whatever is deemed unnecessary (and unattractive), anyone can create a photo-worthy habitat. The idea was even cheaper than yet another HGTV hit, "Design on a Dime." In my case, according to the HGTV Web site, designers would pull off "a dramatic new look without spending a dime!"

Well, okay, so maybe a dime. During the audition phase, the producer allowed as how the reality show really does budget $200 or so to spend on each apartment. I promised not to mention this during my fleeting appearances on camera.

One other thing: Prior to giving me the green light, the same producer confirmed with me several times that I would be willing to spend my own money on an additional piece of furniture of the designer's choosing. It seemed that absolutely free would be an abstract notion from the get-go.
[...]

I learned a few design tricks as the day progressed. For instance, books are primarily visual props, not meant for reference or reading. They should be placed in random horizontal, vertical and diagonal patterns in a bookcase for maximum visual stimulation. Forget genre; books should be arranged strictly by size. Every table should have two or three books of bright colors "carelessly" lying on it, along with an empty knickknack box and a mini bouquet of fresh roses.

In the end, I hated it. The room was double-stuffed with furniture, leaving almost no floor space left to walk on. Every other room of the apartment was nearly empty. Apparently, the designer had something against fireplaces and bay windows, the very features that led me to rent the place, because she hid one behind the daybed and the other behind a sofa. But she was pleased with the result: more seating for Washington-style entertaining.

After the cameras stopped rolling at 10:30 p.m., my sense of self and voice returned. I asked the burly guys to move half the furniture out of the living room and back to where I actually needed it. While the decorator pouted, adorable cameraman Andy helped me move everything around and came up with a final design that I liked. Alas, the real interior design will never be on the air.

Targeted advertising

Ever since I read Wired's article about the guys trying to reverse engineer Netflix so they can use it for porn, I've been paying more attention to the packaging our movies arrive in. Netflix has been selling ad space on the inside of the detachable flap on its envelopes for a while, but today I noticed that the ads seemed to be tailored to the movies they came with. X-Men: Evolution got a Superman Returns ad, while Scrubs came with an ad for Adam Sandler's upcoming movie. Not the sharpest targeting, but still interesting to note. Perhaps the porn guys will also notice, and put this principle to use...

Re: Action Comics

I don't have the time to do a rundown of DC's September offerings (Short version: Yay for All-Star Superman and Showcase Presents: Phantom Stranger). But I do want to point out a near almost-homage. That month's issue of Action Comics, #843 for those of you keeping track, sports this Dave Gibbons cover:



And I can't help but wonder if it's a shout-out to this much, much older cover from Action Comics #52:



That cover jumped out at me years ago, when I bought a small book reprinting the covers of the first 300 issues of Action Comics. I always thought it would have been cool to revisit it as a cover during the Reign of the Supermen storyarc, when there were four would-be replacement Supermen running around the comics. In this case, there's not much similarity between the comics beyond the general concept of "Superman and allies run toward the reader" but it's still neat.

And it's fun to see the inclusion of Busiek's revamped Aquaman and Skyrocket, late of Power Company, included as well; I for one welcome nepotistic continuity when it involves creators I like.

"I'll take 'More time than I have ever had on my hands' for $800, Alex."

That's what it would take for me to do something like this incredibly elaborate Doctor Octopus costume.

House

Earlier tonight USA showed the pilot episode of House. I hadn't seen it since it first aired two years ago, so I watched a few minutes. What was striking about it was how different the pilot was shot; it was, basically, a black and white with various shades of orange and brown show. I'd completely forgotten that, and now I'm curious to see whether the shift to more naturalistic filming took place immediately afterward or as the first season progressed.

It was also striking to see Jennifer Morrison not look like she'd snap in twain if a stiff wind caught her at the proper angle. Why do these actresses emaciate themselves like that? It's just plain depressing.

Three-word review of Comedy Central's DOG BITES MAN

"Needs more Zach."

A non-review thought: Does this mean we're unlikely to see Zach reprise his role as Frisbee, my favorite recurring minor character on Reno 911?

You can bring props? If I'd known that we would have had props too.

I present to you, this Monday morning, what may be the best wedding picture ever by way of my hometown newspaper:

Gore-El

Mark Evanier links to this column by Elliot S! Maggin comparing Jor-El to Al Gore.

Exit Farina

Via TV Tattle (look, indispensible is indispensible, all right?) comes the welcome news that Dennis Farina is leaving Law & Order after two seasons. The news is welcome because, while he's a fine actor and I've enjoyed him in other places ranging from Manhunter to Justice League, he just never clicked on L&O or came anywhere close to filling Jerry Orbach's formidable shoes. He had very little to work with, character-wise, and more often than not his Det. Fontana was simply written as a bully.

As for a replacement, I suggest that Dick Wolf move Richard Belzer over from SUV to the mothership -- which would be rather fitting since we learned during a L&0/Homicide crossover that Lennie Briscoe once dated one of Munch's ex-wives...

Double treat for CSI fans

Via the indispensable TV Tattle comes a lengthy interview with CSI producer Carol Mendelsohn about the last few minutes of this season's finale as well as the show in general. It's a fascinating look behind the scenes of a show that's aging nicely into its upcoming seventh season and how the folks who write the show look at the series and the characters in general.

And as an added bonus, there are dozens of comments from obsessive fans who believe that the aforementioned few minutes have retroactively destroyed everything good about the show, that the producers and male lead of the show are liars, and that a bare handful of scenes showing or mentioning characters' private lives have turned the show into a soap opera.

God, I love the Internets.

Fug. LEE.

Michael Turner draws women like Rob Liefeld draws feet.

Six degrees of Tommy Westphall

Silly Desmond. If the world were really just a snowglobe, it would be much, much bigger.

Words fail me.

So just go here now. (Via Talking Points Memo.)

Bob Casey blog

Bob Casey is the man who will end Rick Santorum's Congressional career this fall, and now you can read his campaign's blog. I'm looking forward to this since I'm originally from Pennsylvania, and Santorum has never been anything but an embarassment to my home state.

Best. Wife. EVER.

Why? Because as we were watching TV last night, She Who Must Be Obeyed said this:

"I bet Jaime Pressly would be lots of fun in bed."

Oh, I chose very well...

RIP, Lloyd Bentsen

In honor of the late Senator and Treasury Secretary, we bring you a clip of the only memorable thing that has ever happened in a Vice-Presidential debate.

Great moments in headline writing

The Washington Post blows the lid off of this one:

Elections Are Crux Of GOP's Strategy

That's right -- a political party is going to try to -- wait for it -- win an election! The audacity! It's crazy enough that it just might work! Why hasn't anyone else ever tried this?

Bertie!

Four Weddings and a Funeral is one of those movies that She Who Must Be Obeyed and I have seen dozens and dozens of time, less because of any affection for it than because it is always on cable, and is a good background entertainment while doing whatever it is we do on the weekends. So you'd think that it would, twelve years after its original release, have nothing suprising to offer.

You'd be wrong.

We were watching it yesterday afternoon while waiting for friends to come by and take in some surplus funiture that had been living in the garage. And as I watched Hugh Grant's character stammer through his toast at the first of the titular weddings, it hit me:

"He's Bertie Wooster! He's playing Bertie Wooster!"

She Who Must Be Obeyed thought about it for a millisecond, "He IS Bertie Wooster!"

"That's what I said! He's Bertie Wooster!"

"Bertie!"

How did we miss that? How? It's one of those things that's so obvious in retrospect it's hard to imagine not seeing it in the first place.

Last night's CSI

Well, good for them.

The third Monday in May

May you all gave a happy Miracle Monday.

JLU: Curtain Call

Via Fortress of Fortitude, the Justice League -- and by extension, the wonderful animated DC Universe that began with Batman: The Animated Series all those years ago -- takes its final bow, with the best curtain call I've seen since The Life Aquatic gleefully ripped off Buckaroo Banzai:

Damn your black heart, DC Comics

As unpleasant as I find DC's editorial direction, I have to admit that their collected editions folks keep putting out some occational gems that, in a perfect world, I'd buy the second they came out. Here's what I like from their latest announcement of reprint books:

BATMAN AND THE MONSTER MEN TP
Writer/Artist: Matt Wagner
Collects BATMAN AND THE MONSTER MEN #1-6
$19.99, 144 pages

I keep hearing good things about this, so it goes on the wish list.

SHOWCASE PRESENTS: BATMAN VOL. 1 TP
Writers: John Broome, Ed "France" Herron and Bill Finger
Artists: Carmine Infantino, Joe Giella, Bob Kane, Sheldon Moldoff, Murphy Anderson and Sid Greene
Collects stories from DETECTIVE COMICS #327-342 and BATMAN #164-174
$16.99, 552 pages

If this continues to the O'Neil/Adams stuff, I'll be picking it up then.

SUPERMAN: UP, UP AND AWAY TP
Writers: Geoff Johns and Kurt Busiek
Artists: Pete Woods and Renato Guedes; original cover artists: Terry Dodson and Rachel Dodson
Collects SUPERMAN #650-653 and ACTION COMICS #837-840
$14.99, 192 pages

I will probably read this at Barnes & Noble. I am a bad person.

ABSOLUTE DC: THE NEW FRONTIER HC
Writer/Artist: Darwyn Cooke
Collects DC: THE NEW FRONTIER #1-6, plus a pinup gallery, deleted story pages and more
$75.00, 464 pages

Darwyn Cooke's terrific spin on the DC Universe is one of the most fun comics I've ever read. I really wish this had become the new template for DC's line, as opposed to its recent run of slaughter comics.

ALL STAR SUPERMAN VOL. 1 HC
Writer: Grant Morrison
Artist: Frank Quitely; original cover artists: Frank Quitely and Neal Adams
Collects ALL STAR SUPERMAN #1-6
$19.99, 160 pages

It's great to see DC collecting this, but I'm holding out for the inevitable Absolute Edition.

GREEN LANTERN: REVENGE OF THE GREEN LANTERNS TP
Writer: Geoff Johns
Artists: Carlos Pacheco, Ivan Reis, Ethan Van Sciver, Marc Campos Jesus Merino and Prentis Rollins; original cover artists: Carlos Pacheco, Ethan Van Sciver, Simone Bianchi and Neal Adams
Collects GREEN LANTERN #7-13
$12.99, 168 pages

This is another one to read at the store. For some reason, I enjoy Geoff Johns' work on Green Lantern even though most of his stuff leaves me cold.

SHOWCASE PRESENTS: THE PHANTOM STRANGER VOL. 1 TP
Writers: Mike Friedrich, John Broome, Ed "France" Herron, Robert Kanigher, Jack Oleck, Len Wein and Gerry Conway
Artists: Neal Adams, Jerry Grandenetti, Leonard Starr, Bill Draut, Carmine Infantino, Frank Giacoia, Murphy Anderson, Wayne, Howard, Vince Colletta, Jim Aparo, Tony DeZuñiga and Jack Sparling
Collects SHOWCASE #80 and THE PHANTOM STRANGER #1-21
$16.99, 544 pages

This intrigues me. I love the obscure stuff we're seeing released under the Showcase line, and I'd love to have more Jim Aparo stuff on my bookshelves.

AQUAMAN: SWORD OF ATLANTIS - ONCE AND FUTURE TP
Writer: Kurt Busiek
Artist: Jackson Guice; original cover artists: Jackson Guice, Ian Churchill, Carlos Pacheco and Jesus Merino
Collects AQUAMAN: SWORD OF ATLANTIS #40-45
$12.99, 144 pages

Store. Just to see what everyone's talking about.

SUPERMAN: THE MAN OF STEEL VOL. 5 TP
Writers: John Byrne and Marv Wolfman
Artists: John Byrne and Jerry Ordway
Collects ADVENTURES OF SUPERMAN #432-435, ACTION COMICS #592-593 and SUPERMAN #9-11
$19.99, 208 pages

I don't actually plan on buying this, but at the rate this series is going they could collect the entire Byrne run on Superman in four or five more volumes. I wonder if they'll keep it going after that?

THE HUNTRESS: THE DARKNIGHT DAUGHTER TP
Writer: Paul Levitz
Artists: Joe Staton, Steve Mitchell, Bob Layton, Bob Smith, Bruce Patterson, Jerry Ordway and Mike DeCarlo
Collects DC SUPER STARS #17 and stories from BATMAN FAMILY #18-20, WONDER WOMAN #271-287, 289-290 and 294-295
$19.99, 224 pages

That was the sound of me blinking. I've read about these stories for years and I loved Levitz' run on Legion of Super-Heroes, so I'll probably pick this up eventually.

SHOWCASE PRESENTS: THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER VOL. 1 TP
Writers: Joe Kubert, Bob Haney, Robert Kanigher, Frank Robbins, Archie Goodwin and David Michelinie
Artists: Joe Kubert, Irv Novick, Doug Wildey, Dan Spiegle and Jack Sparling
Collects stories from STAR SPANGLED WAR STORIES #151-204
$16.99, 560 pages

See my Phantom Stranger comments. Repeat.

And if you'd like to contribute to the "Help Matter-Eater Lad buy Absolute New Frontier Fund," please click on the Amazon links on this site next time you need to buy something...

Showcase Presents Green Lantern

I recently got around to buying DC's Showcase collection of Green Lantern's earliest two dozen or so issues, and they're some of the most fun comics I've read in a while. There's always been something about the character that's appealed to me, even though my only stint as a regular reader was the Green Lantern Corps series that spun out of Crisis on Infinite Earths. Maybe the idea of getting a magic ring from a dying alien seemed more likely to happen to me than getting doused by chemicals or finding out I was an adopted alien, or maybe the almost literal wish-fulfillment aspect of the character got to me; I can't really say. And these stories are terrific -- short puzzle and action stories with really nice art from Gil Kane as he evolved into the style we all remember him for, and featuring an amusing spin on the secret identity concept in that the already-cool Hal Jordan can't measure up to the coolness of his alter ego. I know it's unlikely, but I'd really like to see this volume continue all the way up to the end of the series with issue #225. It would only take, oh, eleven or twelve volumes...

Go here now, even though it doesn't do Katee Sackhoff justice.

I present to thee...Battlestar Galactsimpsons.

We're back...with more STUFF!

Mark Evanier shares the miracle that was Gene, Gene the Dancing Machine:

Then I went down to the floor to watch the next episode being taped...and something happened during it which I still remember with a tiny tingle. It was a regular bit they did involving a stagehand named Gene Patton who'd come on and dance under the name, "Gene Gene the Dancing Machine."

The minute they started playing his music -- "Jumpin' at the Woodside," I think the tune's called -- the studio positively erupted. Barris started dancing and the panelists jumped up and started dancing...and you could feel how much Gene Gene enjoyed what he was doing. Okay, fine, they're performers. It's part of the act. But the crew also started dancing -- people not on screen. The guy operating Camera 1 was operating Camera 1 and dancing at the same time. Grips were dancing, lighting guys were dancing, the members of the band were dancing as much as they could and still play their instruments. And of course, the audience -- an odd mix of younger Gong Show fans intermingled with old ladies who couldn't get in to the Hollywood Squares taping down the hall -- simply had to leap up and boogie. Some of the show's performers and staffers were a little (shall we say) under the influence of something...but the crew wasn't and the audience wasn't. It was just an honest "high" of excitement.

I've been on many TV stages in my life. I've seen big stars, huge stars -- Johnny, Frank, Sammy, Dino, Bob, you name 'em. I've seen great acts and great joy, and if you asked me to name the most thrilling moment I've witnessed in person, I might just opt for two minutes of the Gong Show electrifying Stage 3 for all of 120 seconds. Maybe it was because it came so totally out of nowhere that it stunned me but everyone, including the stone-cold sober people, was suddenly just so...happy. There was something very, very invigorating and enjoyable about being in the midst of all that sudden happiness, however frivolous it may have been.

The thing about the inevitable is that it always winds up happening sooner or later

The original, theatrical cuts of the Star Wars trilogy are finally coming to DVD:

In response to overwhelming demand, Lucasfilm Ltd. and Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment will release attractively priced individual two-disc releases of Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi. Each release includes the 2004 digitally remastered version of the movie and, as bonus material, the theatrical edition of the film. That means you'll be able to enjoy Star Wars as it first appeared in 1977, Empire in 1980, and Jedi in 1983.

This release will only be available for a limited time: from September 12th to December 31st. International release will follow on or about the same day. Each original theatrical version will feature Dolby 2.0 Surround sound, close-captioning, and subtitles in English, French and Spanish for their U.S. release. International sound and subtitling vary by territory.

I'm very, very glad that I never got around to buying the previous DVD release. Or the old VHS copies I keep seeing at Half-Price Books.

You may remember that I pretty much called this one:

...for all of George Lucas' protestations to the contrary, that a DVD release of the theatrical cuts of the original Star Wars trilogy will probably come in 2007. That year will be the 30th anniversary of the first movie's release and provides a perfect opportunity for a "because you demanded it..." non-apology.

Of course, I was off a year, since this comes in 2006 rather than 2007. My guess is that 2007 will instead see an omnibus DVD set of all six movies.

John Doe

It's nice to see another Gorilla Comics series -- albeit one that never actually saw print -- returning. I really liked what the guys at Gorilla were trying to do, and I suspect I'd have a lot more monthly comics on my pull list if their imprint had taken off. Now, if someone would just revive Section Zero and take a chance on Stellarwoman's Boyfriend, Bob Jones...

Why?

Why would anyone set up MS Word to use smart quotes instead of straight quotes? Why? Smart quotes look ugly, they take up too much room, and they don't have any friends. So why do people use them? Why?

"Lousy Smarch weather…"

There really is a Simpsons quote for every occasion.

At least there were no woodsmen, or an heiress-turned-maid

It's bad enough to have a dream in which one is helping Veronica Mars move a futon mattress through a park.

It's worse when she guesses your age and is off by three years in the upper direction.

It's worse than THAT when you lie about your age in response.

Imagine if I'd eaten Chinese food that night...

How do you DO that, exactly?

It's nice to read that the BBC series Worst Week of My Life will get a Region 1 DVD release; the show was an amusing enough trifle and it's always good to know it can be Netflixed. But I'm kind of amazed to read that the second series of the program will air on BBC America in August. What would that be about, anyway?

Secret Wars re-enactors

And to think, I knew these guys when...

You work for Jimmy, you work hard!

When I saw the news story about President Bush declaring himself "The Decider," all I could think was, "Great, now we have Jimmy Wichard for a president..."

Batman as he should be

I know I keep complaining about the direction of DC Comics when I talk about comics here, but they still manage to do some things right. One of them is this spiffy action figure of Batman with a blue cape and a yellow oval around his bat-emblem and a utility belt with tubes instead of pouches that comes out in December. I must own it; everybody's Golden Age is 12, after all...

War on Easter

Are you a self-satisfied crybaby who needs your religious practices affirmed by powerful agents like the government, and department stores? Is fighting the War on the War on Christmas not enough for you? Good news, then! Here's how to do your part in the War on Easter!

(Via She Who Must Be Obeyed.)

Big Mars Love

I'm glad She Who Must Be Obeyed and I aren't the only ones who have noticed:

...how many Veronica Mars alums have parts on Big Love? The late Lilly Cain, computer whiz Mac and the unfortunate Beaver Casablancas from Veronica Mars have all shown up...

And while I'm enjoying the heck out of Big Love, despite it's fascination with Bill Paxton's fleshy bits, my reaction to the setup of one man having three wives remains: Why would you DO that?

(Via TV Tattle.)

David Morrissey

Last fall, She Who Must Be Obeyed and I discovered an astonishingly good actor by the name of David Morrissey in two series BBC America was airing. The first was Viva Blackpool, a murder mystery musical in which Morrissey starred as Ripley Holden, proprietor of a skeezy Blackpool amusement hall that he was trying to turn into a hotel casino. As Ripley, Morrissey turned in a terrific performance as a larger-than-live, Elvis-sideburn sporting character, whose outsize behavior masked outsize depth of character. He underplayed his part by overplaying it, if you follow what I mean; if I knew more about acting I could make it more sensible.

The other was State of Play, a taut political thriller in which Morrissey played an up-and-coming politician caught up in a scandal. This time he turned in a perfectly controlled performance as a consumate politician whose world was falling apart around him.

Either performance alone would have been noteworthy. But watching them in tandem was a revelation -- Morrissey's such a chameleon that he barely looked the same in either part; he inhabited the skin of each man so completely it was almost impossible to imagine him being anyone else. Surely, I thought, this was an actor to watch; big things no doubt lay in his future. In an idle moment, I thought that the folks who had case Daniel Craig as James Bond had missed out by not casting Morrissey -- but I put that thought aside. It seemed impossible that another perfect showcase would not come along.

But if the best-laid plans of mice and men oft go awry, so too must the idle musings of a grad student who watches too much television.

You see, a big movie with David Morrissey as its male lead just opened.

It's called Basic Instinct 2.

Can't win 'em all, I suppose...

If I had 12,000 Euros...

...I'd be bidding on an authentic Enigma machine and wondering if Rudolf von Hackleheber had ever used it. (Via BoingBoing.)

Kneel before Caesar!

Because you demanded it, here is everything you ever wanted to know about the Caeser's salad, including things you didn't know you needed to know.

In the last two decades, the simple combination of romaine lettuce, creamy dressing and Parmesan cheese has:

· Become America's most popular main-dish salad, showing up virtually everywhere from fast-food chains to white-tablecloth restaurants to the takeout counter in the supermarket.

· Dramatically altered the lettuce industry as the demand for romaine has skyrocketed.

· Turned the chicken-topped Caesar into the chicken item most frequently found on restaurant menus -- more often than wings or even that perennial kid favorite, chicken fingers.

And still we want more.

Better living through market inefficiencies

I'm not much of a basketball fan, but I was entertained by this Slate article about how George Mason has built its basketball team and economics department using the same techniques:

GMU has excelled on the court and in the classroom by daring to be different. Its basketball team and academic programs began with the (correct) assumption that they couldn't hope to compete against the top schools in their fields—say, Harvard Law School or the Duke Blue Devils—by directly imitating their methods. GMU lacks the resources and reputation to recruit McDonald's All-Americans or Alan Dershowitzes. So instead, GMU has hunted for inefficiencies in its markets. Coach Jim Larranaga follows the Moneyball model of recruitment: hunting for the undervalued players—the ones who everyone else thought were too short, too thin, or too fat—and then building them into a team. In its astonishing defeat of UConn, GMU's players were giving away 4 inches at nearly every position.

Picking undervalued players wouldn't be possible if the market for jocks worked perfectly. In an efficient market, jocks—like stocks—should be valued no more nor no less than what they are actually worth. So, why isn't the market efficient?

One reason is that coaches who take chances on oddball players risk making themselves look foolish. A coach who goes after the same jock that everyone else wants, or an investment analyst who picks the same stock that everyone else recommends, at least can't be made to look worse than average. Herd behavior means that unpopular opportunities remain unexploited. An unusual coach who's willing to look unfashionable with the in-crowd has a chance to excel.

This is also the idea behind GMU's free-market-oriented economics department. The department got started with a heretical premise: The academic market is inefficient, so how can we exploit it? GMU knew it couldn't afford to be a first-class MIT and didn't want to be a second-class MIT, so successive chairs of the department, backed by entrepreneurial university presidents George Johnson and Alan Merten, looked for unexploited opportunities.

James Buchanan, GMU's first Nobel Prize winner, has never had an Ivy League position and indeed he has never taught above the Mason-Dixon Line. Gordon Tullock, a potential future Nobelist, has no degree in economics and took only one class in the subject. Vernon Smith, who moved his team from the University of Arizona (again, no Harvard) to GMU in 2001, had to fight to get people to treat experimental economics as more than a cute parlor game.

This particularly entertains me since it's not that different to how I picked production staffs when I was producing theater as an undergrad. There was always gnashing of teeth among the board of the theatre club about the shortage of skilled technicians, but I always liked making offbeat choices -- particularly ones that didn't make sense unless you rethought what, say, a technical director's job really consisted of -- that usually worked out really well. And the people recruited that way were usually more likely to bring their A game, because they were so pleased to be asked to do something no one else thought they could do. Who knew I was onto something? Not me, that's for sure...

Quick politics

1. I spent the short unhappy life of Red America crashing on a deadline for school and then fighting off -- with little success -- a bug. So I've got little to add to what's already been said about it elsewhere, except that the whole miserable train wreck was like seeing every pampered, talking-point stenographing fop I've ever known implode publicly.
   
   
2. So, when do we see the ads attacking John McCain as a flip-flopper?
   
   
3. Wouldn't it be nice to have a president whose idea of humor is not making fun of other people? I've no use for the deeply Abramoffed Conrad Burns, but humor is funniest when it flows uphill.
   
   
4. Good for Utah.
   
   

Apocalypse Nigh

Just Say Julie is coming to DVD. This might be a good time to put your affairs in order, examine your relationship with the spiritual deity of your preference, and make whatever amends you feel you must.

Early Happy St. Patrick's Day

I've never been one for St. Patrick's Day, but Robby Reed's celebrating with a terrific gallery of Green Lantern art. Check it out even if you're less Irish than I am.

Putting the "duh" in Dubya

The most entertaining results of a new poll showing, like so many other recent polls, that George W. Bush is -- as he should be -- very, very unpopular are respondents' descriptions of him:

But the most compelling part of the Pew survey was when Americans were asked to describe the president in a single word. Respondents volunteered answers, and were not offered words to choose from. They had some interesting responses.

A year ago, the top three responses were "honest," "good," and "integrity," in that order. Now, the top three are "incompetent," "good," and "idiot." (A close fourth was "liar.")

For a while, I've seen and heard Bush critics asking, "When is the public going to realize how awful the president is?" I think it's fair to say, we've reached that point.

Mahna Mahna

Doo-DOO-doo-doo-doo.

Scenes from in front of the television: Beached

She Who Must Be Obeyed: Is that China Beach?

Matter-Eater Lad: That's Dana Delaney. In a swimsuit.

SWMBO: An unflattering swimsuit.

M-E: Nevertheless.

SWMBO: How old were you when this show was first on?

(M-E does math in his head)

M-E: 15, 16 tops. Do you suspect imprinting?

SWMBO: I'm just sayin'.

M-E: That ship sailed long, long before I ever watched China Beach...

DC doldrums

Looking over DC's solicitations for June, I'm struck by how little interest I have in anything that's being offered that month. The series of Superman Returns one-shots sound kind of, well, strange -- I mean, a Ma Kent special? -- and the One Year Later stuff generally leaves me cold. I have to wonder if the stilted "talking around stuff that happened in the gap" storytelling evinced in some of the previews of the first OYL books will continue for the next 12 months, as 52 runs its course, but mainly I find I've got no interest in seeing whether DC truly gets away from the bloody and nasty tone it's set for its main line since Identity Crisis. Somehow, I doubt it. And the mind boggles at collecting the forgettable (and likely forgotten) "Our Worlds At War" stunt event in an omnibus collection while Darwyn Cooke's superb New Frontier languishes in a two-volume edition (though I'm hoping for an Absolute edition of that story someday!). The Steve Englehart JLA CLassified story about the Justice League Detroit -- speaking of the forgettable! -- sounds just weird enough that I'll likely read the trade paperback at Barnes & Noble some rainy weekend afternoon.

But, still, I think the only ongoing mainline DC universe comic I'll be buying after Seven Soldiers ends is Supergirl and the Legion. That and All-Star Superman are it, as far as the DC bullet goes for me. Everything else I read from DC is either Vertigo (Y) or WildStorm (Ex Machina, Astro City).

I'm not sure how I feel about that, or what it means, but there it is.

Fortunately, there are some interesting trades that are also coming out this summer, foremost among them the fourth volume of Grant Morrison's Doom Patrol run. Plus the Metal Men get an archive (albeit one with a truly hideous cover image) and the 1970s Justice Society finally gets collected; I note that the solicitation is for "Volume 1" and hope that we might eventually see a collection of the Len Strazewski/Mike Parobeck run.

Hoo, boy...

I can't quite believe that the syndicated Superboy TV series is coming out on DVD. The show wasn't very good to begin with, and for some reason or another it has never been shown since its original run, and really the only thing to recommend it is the presence of the lovely Stacy Haiduk, who could teach Kristen Kreuk a thing or two about being Lana Lang.

Trivia note: One of the costumes from this show is on display at the Planet Hollywood in the Gatwick Airport outside London. It was one of the things I noticed when She Who Must Be Obeyed and I ate breakfast there while waiting for our flight home from our honeymoon. The presence of the suit -- which was looking disappointingly threadbare -- should tell you all you need to know about the caliber of the memorabilia on display at that particular Planet Hollywood. Are those places even around anymore?

Battlestar Galactica

I spent the last week never getting around to a snarkish post about how the rescue mission to Caprica seemed to be the worst plan since attacking the Mayor with hummus.

After last night's season finale, I have two things to say:

1. Never mind.
2. Holy frakking CRAP!

More later.

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair hair hair...

I have been accused of having certain weaknesses when it comes to certain colors of hair. But it turns out I'm a piker compared to Superman...

Oscar grouching

Intellectually, of course, I know that the Oscar awards themselves are largely meaningless; these are the same folks who picked Dances With Wolves over Goodfellas, Forrest Gump over Pulp Fiction, Titanic over LA Confidential, and Lord of the Rings over Lost in Translation. And I enjoyed Crash well enough -- the decision wasn't the kind of travesty that the above awards were by any stretch of the imagination -- but I simply didn't think it was as good as Brokeback; the farther away I get from having seen Crash, the smaller it feels to me.

But, again, meaningless.

That said, here's an assortment of links that I've noted or run across in the last few days:

• This blog comment rather squarely nails the bizarre hysteria Brokeback Mountain evoked among rightwingers:
  

  ...note that it's not cowboys who are banding together to protest. You and I have both known cowboys, and though they can be reactionary, racist, and homophobic, usually they also tend to be libertarian. They might not see the movie, but its existence wouldn't bother them much, just like the existence of gay people doesn't bother them much, as long as they don't have to deal with them. The people who are getting uncomfortable are exurban, kinda wussy fundamentalists who fantasize about a masculinity they don't actually have. If you made a movie about exurban fundamentalists discovering they were gay, nobody would care because exurban fundamentalists are nobody's masculine icon.

  
  
• David Poland talks about how the Crash "upset" happened.
  
• Here's a post by screenwriter John Rogers from last month about how just plain dumb the rightwing complaints over the Oscars were this year.
  
• And, hey, wasn't it cool to see Busy Phillips -- Kim Kelly of Freaks and Geeks fame -- sitting with Michelle Williams and Heath in the front row?
  

This week's 24 lesson

You cannot sneak up on Buckaroo Banzai, for he will kick your ass. Even if you're Jack Bauer.

And while I appreciated the shout-outs to George Mason and Nina Myers, I really wish Ryan Chappelle had been mentioned, too.

Spin

A post about it at Washington Monthly was enough for me to pick up Robert Charles Wilson's science fiction novel Spin this weekend and I'm glad I did. It's a high-concept, big-mystery story that manages to resolve the mystery in a satisfying way without being about the mystery itself. And that's all I should really say, lest I spoil it for you. If you're interested, here's an Amazon link:

My lifetime point total playing organized basketball is, I think, 4...

...but this is still one of the coolest things I've ever seen. Via Kung Fu Monkey.

Whew!

Now I just have to worry about graduate-level stats class...

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

Oh my stars and garters!

Comic Book Resources has an interview with Kelesy Grammer about his role as the Beast in X-Men 3. And I think it was the news of his casting is what made us decide to start Netflixing the first season of Frasier. The interview really focuses on the acting challenges of working in makeup and playing such a well-established role, and it's really worth a read.

Tie 'im up, tie 'im down

If you're wondering why Saddam Hussein never wears a tie to his trial -- on those days when he bothers to show up -- Slate explains it all:

The necktie has a knotty history in the Middle East. For some hard-core Islamists, its crisscross shape resembles a crucifix. For other, less fanciful Muslims, it's simply an emblem of encroaching Westernization. In the 1920s, when the secularist leader Mustafa Kemal came to power in Turkey, he encouraged his countrymen to abandon traditional Muslim garb in favor of suits and neckties. The modern style quickly swept the country and hasn't changed much since. In neighboring Arab countries, this advance of the necktie—like Kemal's Romanized Ottoman alphabet—was perceived as yet another inroad on traditional Islamic society.

In Iran, the tie became a much more controversial symbol of Westernization. The CIA helped Reza Shah Pahlavi take power in the early '50s, and in the years that followed, the shah's necktie linked him with his U.S. backers and their corporate oil interests. For many Iranians living under the shah, it was also a sign of his subservience and decadence. (Iranians still sometimes refer to the shah's rule as "the regime of the Crown and Necktie.") After the shah's ouster in 1979, the tie came under fire from Ayatollah Khomeini, who sought a return to Islamist—or at least anti-Western—attire. Ever since the revolution, Iranian officials have adhered to an unspoken dress code of dark suits, unkempt beards, and bare collars. (One of the ironies of Saddam's tielessness was that it made him look more like Iran's President Ahmadinejad than he would probably have cared to admit.) With their loaded history, neckties now make for a ready symbol of dissidence for pro-Western Iranian students, who nearly always wear them in protests.
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The added bonus of an Islamist look for Saddam is that it might help him overcome his considerable image problem. In 2003, the once-dapper tyrant emerged from his "spider hole" looking more like a homeless man than the autocrat whose pristine French cuffs made for a stark contrast with his bloodstained hands. He later graced the cover of the New York Post in a grungy pair of briefs that evoked a diaper. It's important for Saddam to get these embarrassing images behind him, especially in the midst of a war in which photographs have had no small impact.

There are other possible reasons for Saddam's courtroom appearance. Perhaps he didn't think the tribunal deserved the gesture of a necktie. There's even a chance that U.S. and Iraqi officials are controlling Saddam's attire, though that seems highly unlikely. Saddam has complained about many indignities of his confinement—the lack of showers, the infrequent laundry service, the physical abuse by guards—but so far he has voiced no discontent with his wardrobe. "I'm very sensitive about these matters," he reportedly told his former tailor, who also cuts suits for Pervez Musharraf and Nelson Mandela. For those sensitive enough to see it, Saddam is using every stitch available to make his allegiances known.

Without a Trace

Is Without A Trace part of your Thursday night TV viewing? Perhaps you should try playing the Without A Trace betting game when you watch tonight's installment.

(Speaking of wagers, anyone have a bet as to when teevee.org will ever update anything again?)

Belated Valentine links

Ken Levine shares the true meaning of love, as voiced by Louie DePalma:

Louie is trying to win back his girlfriend, Zena. He asks if she loves him. She says she doesn’t know what love is. He tells her she’s in luck because he does. And he’s the only person alive who can say that. He’s read what everyone else says love is and they’re always wrong. She finally asks him what it is, and Louie says:

“Love is the end of happiness!

The end. Because one day all a guy’s got to do to be happy is to watch the Mets. The next day you gotta have Zena in the room watching the Mets with you. You don’t know why. They’re the same Mets, it’s the same room…but you gotta have Zena there.”

And if that's not romantic enough for you, read Hank Steuver's exegesis on the legend of Lloyd Dobler.

Top 5 things I learned while watching too much of VH1's Top 100 Teen Superstars this weekend...

1. Deborah "Debbie" Gibson now looks better than she did at 19.
2. Tiffany now looks like a man trying to impersonate Tiffany.
3. Corey Haim now looks like a man who ate a man trying to impersonate Tiffany.
4. If Kirk Cameron had been the Roman guard to whom Peter thrice denied Christ, Christ probably would have been a lot more understanding about the whole thing.
5. Scott Baio: What the hell?

Mike Parobeck

It's hard to believe it's been ten years since the phenomenally talented Mike Parobeck died after far too short a career. There's a very nice retrospective about him and his work over at Newsarama that's worth a read. And maybe it will prompt DC to get around to putting some of his work, like the Justice Society series or Elongated Man mini-series that he drew, back in print...

Watching Batman Begins...

...I realized that Cillian Murphy looks like the long-list love child of Tom Welling and Michael Chabon.

I'm just sayin', is all, here.

Snort.

Via the Washington Monthly comes this news -- presented without editorial comment -- about the House leadership election:

House Republicans are taking a mulligan on the first ballot for Majority Leader. The first count showed more votes cast than Republicans present at the Conference meeting.

Oddly, She Who Must Be Obeyed pointed out to me that the Washington Post's account describes the first ballot as merely "inconclusive," which seems rather euphemistic...

Happy Groundhog Day!

Celebrate the day by re-reading Roger Ebert's appreciation of the movie that features one of Bill Murray's two or three best performances:

His journey has become a parable for our materialistic age; it embodies a view of human growth that, at its heart, reflects the same spiritual view of existence Murray explored in his very personal project "The Razor's Edge." He is bound to the wheel of time, and destined to revolve until he earns his promotion to the next level. A long article in the British newspaper the Independent says "Groundhog Day" is "hailed by religious leaders as the most spiritual film of all time." Perhaps not all religious leaders have seen anything by Bergman, Bresson, Ozu and Dreyer, but never mind: They have a point, even about a film where the deepest theological observation is, "Maybe God has just been around a long time and knows everything."

What amazes me about the movie is that Murray and Ramis get away with it. They never lose their nerve. Phil undergoes his transformation but never loses his edge. He becomes a better Phil, not a different Phil. The movie doesn't get all soppy at the end. There is the dark period when he tries to kill himself, the reckless period when he crashes his car because he knows it doesn't matter, the times of despair.

We see that life is like that. Tomorrow will come, and whether or not it is always Feb. 2, all we can do about it is be the best person we know how to be. The good news is that we can learn to be better people. There is a moment when Phil tells Rita, "When you stand in the snow, you look like an angel." The point is not that he has come to love Rita. It is that he has learned to see the angel.

Penguins!

I didn't get to see March of the Penguins when it was in theatres last summer, but I was amused and baffled to hear that some quarters of the fundamentalist right had embraced it as a demonstration of intelligent design. She Who Must Be Obeyed and I finally saw the movie on DVD last night, and after watching the torturous process that it takes for the emperor penguins to reproduce in one of the harshest environments on earth, I have to ask: On what planet could the design of that system possible be considered intelligent?

As for the movie itself, it was enjoyabe but oddly ephemeral; I suspect this was one that you had to see on a big screen -- the bigger, the better -- to get the full impact.

Huh-huh...

These upcoming Angel and Spike action figures look a helluvalot like Beavis and Butt-head to me.

Saving Faceman

Trio has gone away and been replaced by the Sleuth Channel on our cable system. As near as I can tell, this channel exists solely to air mediocre-at-best 80s cop shows and the occasional episode of Homicide: Life on the Street, which does not benefit from its company. Still, the channel has afforded me the chance to see bits and pieces of episodes of The A-Team, and I had a thought: This is one of the only 80s action shows not to have been adapted into a big budget movie. If you're making that movie, and reading this blog, I have an awesome idea: Cast Katee Sackhoff as Face. Trust me, that would be totally AIRWOLF.

24

24 remains my ultimate guilty pleasure TV series; it's preposterous and absurd, yet utterly gripping and addictive. Today I give praise to the character of Mike Novick, who returned unexpectedly last season as a member of President Keeler's administration. Mike Novick is the guy Dick Cheney wishes he was when he gets up in the morning. Mike Novick's every line of dialogue has an unspoken coda of "...you fucking shit." Except when he's talking to Jack Bauer.

Meanwhile, I'm starting to worry about CTU Director Bill Buchanan. He's smart, competent, well-adjusted, respects his underlings, and knows how to stand up to his superiors in an effective and productive manner. Clearly, the man is toast.

In brightest day, in fugliest night...

Kyle Rayner has been saddled with some truly hideous costumes in his day, but this thing sets a new low. What on Earth is up with that mask? And why not just take a cue from the animated version of the character?

Spit, spitted, spat

Here's everything you always wanted to know about spit, but were afraid to ask:

"Spitting your bodily fluids at someone is seen as more offensive than hitting them," Ross Coomber, a British sociologist who has written on the meaning of spit, told the Guardian back in 2003. "It's obviously a form of violence, very confrontational."

Hawking a loogie, spewing, spluttering or whatever you want to call it is very human. And inhuman. Getting slimed by someone else's effluence is downright humiliating.

Read the whole thing for more on the role of spit in language, sports, and art restoration.

Grease: The Novel

Technically, it's the novelization. But, damn, does it sound surreal.

Why wasn't I told about this?

So there's apparently some sort of scandal involving a right-wing blogger here in Minnesota, according to the always-useful Political Wire. Intrigued, I checked out the blog in question and discovered this gem:

Minnesota Democrats Exposed is not coming to an end. To quote a line from "A Few Good Men":

"I eat breakfast 80 yards away from 4000 Cubans who are trained to kill me. So don't for one second think you're gonna come down here, flash a badge, and make me nervous."

I don't want anyone to think a lawsuit filed against me by prominent Democrat consultant is going to make me nervous and end my blog.

Set aside, for the moment, the amusing comparison to writing (no longer) anonymous blog posts in one's pajamas to actual miltary service. What I want to know is why no one told me that there are, apparently, 4000 Cubans trained to kill just hanging out in Minnesota. You'd think that sort of thing would make the papers. Damn that media!