Every time I hear this song, I want to write an epic space opera about an interstellar mining company’s rise and fall.
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[JLA 16]
If I may use that fine Morrison-written, Porter-Dell-drawn, colorist-whose-name-I-forget-colored, Bruzenak-lettered panel as a springboard for my own musings…
Some people would kill to write Superman. I am a huge fan of Supes myself. But I wouldn’t kill to write him.
I’d kill to write Lois Lane.
Because Superman started out with so many advantages. He landed on the perfect planet for him. He was raised by perfect parents. He met perfect friends in Smallville. He grew up with all the superpowers you can think of. People automatically love him.
Lois Lane (the one I grew up reading about, anyway) grew up with none of those advantages, and plenty of disadvantages.
And she took the hand life dealt her, flushed it down the toilet, and kicked life in the teeth until it gave her what she damn well deserved. And she did it on her own. No Super-help.
If Lex Luthor symbolizes the worst in us, and Superman symbolizes our ideal selves, Lois Lane symbolizes the best we can truly be. She has his unshakable moral compass and his bravery, but she doesn’t have the powers. And she does what’s right anyway. And Superman stands in awe of that.
That’s the thing a lot of writers miss about the character, and it’s why the Superman/Wonder Woman relationship doesn’t ever end up working. He is not her hero; she is his.
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[JLA 16]
If I may use that fine Morrison-written, Porter-Dell-drawn, colorist-whose-name-I-forget-colored, Bruzenak-lettered panel as a springboard for my own musings…
Some people would kill to write Superman. I am a huge fan of Supes myself. But I wouldn’t kill to write him.
I’d kill to write Lois Lane.
Because Superman started out with so many advantages. He landed on the perfect planet for him. He was raised by perfect parents. He met perfect friends in Smallville. He grew up with all the superpowers you can think of. People automatically love him.
Lois Lane (the one I grew up reading about, anyway) grew up with none of those advantages, and plenty of disadvantages.
And she took the hand life dealt her, flushed it down the toilet, and kicked life in the teeth until it gave her what she damn well deserved. And she did it on her own. No Super-help.
If Lex Luthor symbolizes the worst in us, and Superman symbolizes our ideal selves, Lois Lane symbolizes the best we can truly be. She has his unshakable moral compass and his bravery, but she doesn’t have the powers. And she does what’s right anyway. And Superman stands in awe of that.
That’s the thing a lot of writers miss about the character, and it’s why the Superman/Wonder Woman relationship doesn’t ever end up working. He is not her hero; she is his.
How could you not want to write that character?
How To Design Non-Sexualized Outfits For Your Female Characters
(BTW, ain’t it creepy how women are sexualized so often that the word we commonly use to describe the opposite of that is the same word with an additional prefix attached?)
1. Think of an outfit.
1a. Pretend for a moment the character is A) completely genderless, or B) a dude. (NOTE: This is an optional step. Use only if there is something fundamentally wrong with your perception of the world you have trouble imagining that women are people a woman’s taste in clothing.) Does the outfit look good on them? If not, skip to Conclusion B.
2. Ask yourself if the character would wear that outfit in a public place. If she would, why would she? If she wouldn’t, automatically skip to Conclusion B.
3. Open a new document in your word processor and type out your justification for the outfit. If it’s so ludicrous that you cannot finish typing it, skip automatically to Conclusion B.
4. Read over your justification. Cross out anything you could not read out loud to another human being. Watch out for “lore excuses” such as the following:
“Every woman on her planet dresses that way.” The planet you made up?
“Her chainmail bikini is enchanted to provide the defense of a full suit of plate armor.” Funny, you would think she would enchant her suit of plate armor to be as light as a bikini. Less embarrassing.
“Her parents were killed by a fully-clothed man, so she doesn’t wear anything.” I do not know of anyone dumb enough to use this excuse, but I sort of wish I did, because it’s so stupid that it’s almost beautiful. Included purely for laffs.
“She favors maneuverability over defense/comfort.” There are these things called t-shirts…
“She’s an exhibitionist.” Okay, but I hope you’re going to treat that trait of hers seriously in the text as opposed to just throwing it in there purely to justify her outfit’s skimpiness.
“She’s a stripper/prostitute.” Stripping and prostitution are jobs with advantages and drawbacks just like any other job, so this is technically allowed. However, I personally think that if you’re not willing to interview actual strippers and/or prostitutes as research (up to and including paying them for their time), you aren’t allowed to make a stripper and/or a prostitute your main character.
Et cetera. Anything that feels like an excuse to show off your character’s tits should be thrown in the garbage and set afire.
5. If the outfit passes all the tests above, Conclusion A is in effect.
Conclusion A: HUGE SUCCESS. Congratulations, you have created an outfit your character would be caught dead in! Now repeat the process until you have a stable of “looks” for your character.
Conclusion B: FAIL. Throw it out, punch yourself in the junk, and start over. If it is particularly embarrassing, make a note of it so your character can wear it reluctantly as a Wacky Disguise.
(NOTE: This list does not necessarily apply to pornographic or cheesecake-y stories, but see what happens if you follow the instructions anyway, if only for giggles.)
North Exit, Nishijin, Kyoto, Japan
(via kamawanai)
I love how people think anime architecture is exaggerated.
Carter Burwell’s haunting theme from Joel and Ethan Coen’s noir masterpiece Miller’s Crossing, which you need to watch right effing now if you haven’t seen it.
Seriously. Right now. Drop what you’re doing and watch this thing. It’ll stick with you.
“Film programme booklet produced for the London premiere of Fritz Lang’s Metropolis at the Marble Arch Pavilion on March 21, 1927. Not only a list of cast and crew, it includes eleven short pieces on the making of the movie, commentary from the director and cast, and numerous production photographs and film stills, many attractively arranged as modernist collages. One of the most interesting sections shows in parallel columns how a passage of film scenes was adapted from the novel of the same name by Lang’s wife, Thea von Harbou.” (source)
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I have no idea when this is from, but I feel horrible for this man. He is so clearly unable to wrap his head around the very concept of Hatsune Miku, and so visibly struggling not to betray that to the audience.
That the script was clearly written by a Japanese person with a tenuous command of English only makes it worse. ”The challenge was successfully carried out” is a grammatically correct phrase, but it is not a phrase any English-speaking human being who was not reading a script has ever said, because the syntax is nightmarish.
His fumbling delivery of his lines and the random extreme close-ups of his eyeballs frantically searching for something around him that makes a modicum of sense don’t exactly help matters, either. It’s a commercial for a frivolous app designed to sell pizzas that’s filmed more like an interrogation scene in a Bourne film. The effect is deeply unsettling
If someone laid the infrasound from the rape scene in Irréversible underneath the audio in this video, I don’t think I’d ever be able to sleep again.
I know i have little to no followers, but please help if you can. my family and I love our dog very much. she is very precious to me. we are all devastated.
SHIT MAN???
SIGNAL BOOSTING THE F**K OUT OF THIS
I don’t live anywhere near California and I’m still boosting the hell out of this signal.
Giuseppe Arcimboldo, Portrait of Eve, oil on canvas, 1578, private collection. (via appendixjournal)
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