A whole new can of crossover worms!

Well, the big shocker in media at the start of the month was without a doubt the Marvel (the House of Ideas) is being bought up by Disney (the House of Pink Fairy Princesses). A four billion dollar deal (regulator approval pending, and all that).

Well, that certainly opens up an entirely new can of worms in terms of crossover potential. And to lay claims to a portion of the cake, here I give you:

Elektra, Disney Assassin Fairy Princess wielding her trusted two-handed battle wand of terminal cuteness!

But of course, while everyone loves an innocent piece of princess ass, the truth is that there can be only one true master of the merged Disvel/Merney universe. A true legend among comic book characters, the other demented duck, the future leader of the Magic Superkingdom:

All hail Howard the Duck!

Gandalf Lives!

An here's picture-perfect proof:

Okay, so it's not quite Gandalf the White. Or Gray, for that matter. More like his counterpart from a darkly twisted parallel Middle Earth. Gandalf the Black, he who hat layeth the smaketh down upon the Balrog just because he damn well could.

Then again, maybe it's not Gandalf.

In fact, I guess in this reality, it's just Hermann Nitsch, a bloody artist. Okay, that sounds wrong. But he is an artist who seems engrossed with the medium that is blood. And the nice little portrait is really just promotional material for an exhibition held at Künstlerhaus in Vienna.

Still, Nitsch does have something Gandalf the Black-ish here, ey?

Back by popular demand

Well, with about two regular readers (give or take), one demand is pretty popular. I'm not sure there'll be much content, but the "archives" are again live. Yep, that includes the fabulous Deutsch!?!? Babel Fish translations. No, I don't see new content happening there, ever.

Does anyone care?

"I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're really up there, please... SAVE ME Superman!"

Why? Because it's a quote. Guess who.

All Hail Evangelical Agnosticism

That's right. Well, technically, it only could prove to be right at some indeterminate point of time in the future (or, possibly, past, provided time travel is ever invented). And all that because I had to take a potty break.

Seriously though, it occured to me that should I ever win the lottery despite never playing, that would be a sign from on high that my faith in the possibility that there might or might not be a god(s) and it doesn't really matter so much as long as one tries to do reasonably right is entirely correct.

Therefore, were this to happen, I should use my winnings to found the Church of Evangelical Agnosticism and convert people to the belief in not believing, but not ruling out, either.

Well, technically, merely the belief in not believing, because totally ruling out god(s) the way atheists do is merely another form of belief until such a time as the non-existance of any and all gods is conclusively proven.

I think the message here is "can't we all just get along". What with Islamic fundamentalist terrorists, Christian fundamentalist warmongering presidents of certain nations and Atheist fundamentalists going about flaming anyone who actually has faith in something on various Internet forums, I guess this might just be the counterweight to Fundamentalism At Large that this world needs about now.

So All Hail Evangelical Agnosticism!

The greatest of examples: iPhone

It's offical as of today: I think the iPhone is great.

As an example.

For example, do you think a product must be good if it has a huge fan base? Well think again - the iPhone is a great example of a mobile that's all hype, no action. Well, some action obviously, but SOTA cutting edge technology? I doesn't even do UMTS yet, and without UMTS, no HSPA. I haven't had a chance to try one yet, but the mobile browsing experience can't be SOTA, and that's that.

So, how about people being willing to invest time and energy to prove something can be hacked? Well, the iPhone had it's jailbreaks... time and again... and they happened bloody quickly for the most part. Which technically proves that the product is mediocre at best from a technical security point of view.

Why am I noting this`? Because there's no escaping the iPhone hype and I had to deal with that one professionally. And it proved a great example of how all the hype, all the fan club and all the tech geeks hacking just don't prove it's actually a good product from a technical pov.

Thus, as far as I'm concerned, hype, fan club and hackers don't prove that for any other product, either. They haven't for, say... Safari... okay, this is turning into Apple bashing, so... err... Windows. Okay, I'm not sure that actually has fan clubs these days (eat your heart out, Billie boy!). Ah well, you get the idea.

So, product in question: Roomba. That robo-vac has a nice littly fan club, but tech geeky gadgets always do, so that proves diddly squat. My SO says there's books on hacking it on Amazon, which technically just proves it can be hacked. So I tell my SO, there there, look at the iPhone... fan clubs and hacks don't actually prove anything.

And for only the second time, I'm really happy the iPhone exists (the first time was finding that the term iPhone is almost a guarantee for hits within the context of a headline... but that's another story).

P.S. I may have labelled this "iPhone, Emperor Microsoft, Vacuum Cleaners", but I only now notice the implications. All I'll say regarding that is Adam Copeland, because that should completely confuse the hell out of pretty much anyone.

Some semblance of internet

Yay, some semblance of internet at last. HSDPA may not be a prime choice for anyone looking to download complete bizzare shit hentai anime movies (or Disney ones, for that matter), but it is good enough for blogging.

Now all I need is some semblance of inspiration, such as... uh... bizarre shit hentai anime... no. Disney... uh... they're going to be doing 3D animated movies next year. Or was it this? And what exactly do I care?

That reminds me, the Witchblade anime isn't half bad. Not exactly hentai, granted, but reasonably bizzare shit. Of course, ignorant as I am of what passes for culture in japan, I am inclined to believe "reasonably bizzare shit" might be what "anime" means. (Okay, so I don't watch the ones aimed at pre-teen girls much [i.e., at all], so here's seriously hoping those would prove me wrong.)

What comes to mind is that after a month of no derangement (at least none made available to the general, not giving a shit about it public), I really should announce my being back in business with some sort of cool line.

"I'm back, and I'm back on crack."

Err, no. But I guess I did watch too much TNT back in the glory days of the Monday Night Wars. Not that I expect anyone who actually reads this to really know what in hell I'm going on about.

No, it's not MMA.

Yes, it has something to do with wrestling.

I guess Holly's racer gimmick would qualify as... and the West Texas Rednecks did sing about... still, cars don't really have anything to do with it.

Definitely not MMA.

(Does it show one of my two regular readers is interactively contributing here?)

The Monday Night Wars were not "some sort of wrestling event", no.

They weren't "a wrestling event", either.

Not really, but the degree of my boredom or notsoboredom is of no consequence to the Monday Night Wars any more today than it was when the Fingerpoke of Doom happened.

(Tell me, how bad is getting a transcript of half a conversation?)

Quit critizing my (lack of) spelling and get back to the Monday Night Wars (yes, technically, that would require Wells to give you the blueprints for that time machine).

Looks like she's at a loss for words (I don't get that very often)... but that's okay. I guess she didn't follow Nitro back in WCWs heyday. (Or the period when Russo did to it what he is now trying to do to TNA, either.)

Yes, Russo did Nitro before WCW folded. They called him in to run the ship aground.

Enough. I have some semblance of internet. It may not be good enough for foll bizzare shit hentai anime movies, but there must be some sort of...

wrestling...

available.

The horrors of moving

Well, most obviously, there's the matter of internet access. I still have it - back where I used to dwell. In my new abode, it's not happening yet - "thanks" in no small part to Telekom Austria, who apparently don't have the faintest clue where their own technical installations in the building are. That gives Leitungen verlegen an entirely new meaning...

Then there's damages. I've lost one row storage space, which means I have even less of an idea where to put all my books and the like than I had originally planned. But it could be worse, I could be Plastic Man in JLA: Heaven's Ladder, "My Stuff!" Mine is all still there. Mostly. I think. Probably. Well, at least I do still have my comics.

Of course, then there's the horror of not assaulting the poor, innocent minds of my faithful readers. (All two of them, judging from the amount of poll participation.) And there'd been so much good stuff in the last four weeks I fiugred I really should start taking notes... (Maybe one for a new year's resolution I can actually keep about 0:30ish on January 1st, 2009).

One was Amy W(h)inehouse not going to the Grammies. The US government not allowing a pop star into the country because she's a drug addict? I was mortified. How could Republicans treat a celebrity like a normal human being? There was much whining and five grammies for poor Ms W(h)inehouse. On the bright side of not much internet access, I can immediately compare with this weeks BRIT Awards. Apparently, with no government banning Amy from attending, there was no need to turn the BRIT Awards into the pro-junkie-pop-star political pseudo-statement the Grammies were. Now I'm left wondering who exactly drew a line and how much the cocaine cost...