Irony is the Shackles of Youth

Once again, Photoshop is on my computer.

I WILL USE MY PHOTOSHOP SKILLS FOR EVIL ONCE MORE.

Stay classy.

The good news is the defense went well!

The bad news is my committee wants another set of revisions to my thesis before they'll sign off on it. So I won't be graduating this month. I have, however, made them commit to getting me out by October. I flat out told them that I was losing jobs because employers were not talking to me without a firm graduation date. I laid it out and made them say yes to have this all done by October 10th. I am holding them to it.

Also, I totally think they should add Captain America to the "It's a Small World" ride. He'll represent the US and start beating people over the head with his shield when that song gets stuck in his head.

I swear, the afterlife must have a giant set of revolving doors in the Marvel Universe.

Captain America comes back to life.

At least all the Captain America/Ironman fans will be happy.

I wonder if he'll be a zombie? That would be awesome.

All fandoms are created crazy.

( Some fandoms are created more crazy than others )

Taking a break from panicking packing to share this interesting insight into comic book time.

Cassie Lang was introduced in the Marvel Universe the same month and year I was born.

She is just now turning fifteen.

I wished I aged that well. XD

Now back to getting ready for this trip. Viva Las Vegas!

I have decided that instead of "Avengers: Disassembled" I will refer to that whole event as "The Avengers Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day."

I now fully understand why the Young Avengers fandom likes to play in the House of M universe. I have a feeling I may have to join in on the trend. The plot bunnies are eating my brain.

Next up is going to be the Runaways issues done by Joss Whedon. I love the compilation volumes like whoa.

Imagine, if you will, that you use to rent an apartment. Now this wasn't just one apartment. Oh no. You rent about 10-15 apartments each month, spend about 30 minutes in each, and then wait around gleefully so you could do it all again. This took up a good chunk of the money you made as a teenager, but you did it anyway because you loved the apartments and wanted that 30 minutes of time in each apartment.

The only problem was the more you spent time in the apartments, the more you noticed the 100lb green chimpanzee or the 250lb orange lemur. As time went by, more and more of these primates showed up. You didn't know if anyone else noticed them, but you did. Eventually when the 300lb pink baboon showed up, you called it quits and vowed to never again rent apartments.

Years pass.

Eventually you notice an apartment. A nice apartment. Really nice. It has amenities you haven't seen in any other apartment. The lure is strong but you remember the primates. So you figure you'll just take a tour and make sure that nothing is hiding. You look under the bed, in the closet, open the cabinets, and check behind the shower curtain. Nothing. Awesome. You jump right in and for a year, everything is fine.

Then you come home one day to find an 800lb purple gorilla sitting in your living room. Peeved, you contact your rental agent. "What's up with the gorilla?"

"What gorilla?" he asks.

"The 800lb purple gorilla! It's in my living room. Fix this."

"Well, let me come over and take a look."

Rental agent comes over. He wanders around your apartment. The 800lb purple gorilla grunts at him. Then he turns to you and says, "There's no gorilla here."

"What? WHAT?!?! It's right there."

"I don't see any gorilla," he says again, giving you a worried look. "Are you sure you see this gorilla? Is there... any medication you might not have taken this morning?"

"Don't patronize me. I know a gorilla when I see one, and that is an 800lb purple gorilla."

Meanwhile, the gorilla has begun to eat your bread, smash your furniture, and leave poo everywhere. It doesn't seem to care that it's trashing everything in the nice apartment you started renting. That doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is the 800lb purple gorilla, because really, how the hell are you going to stop that thing?

"Maybe..." the rental agent says, and you look at him desperately hoping that he finally sees the problem. "Maybe you've mistaken the violet couch for a gorilla."

"Violet couch?" There is no violet couch in your apartment. "What violet couch?"

"That one," he says, proudly gesturing towards the gorilla.

"That's not a couch. It's a 800lb purple gorilla."

"I agree that violet is an unusual color for a couch, but we're doing things differently. We're cutting edge and have a very detailed plan of where the decor is going. It all start with the violet couch to match the green curtains we've already put in."

You look at your curtains. They are cream. "There's no green curtains. There's no violet couch. The only thing there is the gorilla and it's destruction. There is poo everywhere.

"You're going to have to trust us on this. We've been in this business for many years. We know how to handle things."

"Handle things? Yeah, I've seen how you handle things and you want me to trust you? You won't even acknowledge the FUCKING GORILLA.

A sigh. "You'll see. Everything will come together when we're done redecorating.



Dear Marvel,

Your complete and total lack of respect for any canon you have devised? It's an 800lb purple gorilla. And it's full of shit. Don't try to convince the fans otherwise.

Hugs and kisses,
Tsaiko

I'm not bullshitinging you people. There's a follow up to the goddamn Batman review. Definitely as cracktastic as the first.

I think my favorite thing in the series is the fact that Batman runs around most of the time laughing like a loon. Seriously. Batman laughing? Hell, in most of the comics just Batman smiling was enough to cause people to run screaming in terror. Him laughing is just downright creepy.

In college, I took a class in World Music. The class itself was divided into two parts, one part each semester: Music of the Americas, Europe and Africa and Music of the Middle East, India, and Asia. I took the latter, always intending to take the former, but never managing it. You cannot talk about the music of India without covering the music of Bollywood. So I have a soft spot in my heart for modern Indian music and all the crazy stuff that goes with it.

Which is why when someone pointed to the Indian version of Thriller I knew I was in for a laugh.

Still, it cannot top the Indian Superman video. I think my favorite part is the "special effects" using a blue screen. It's especially good when you can see the shadow where they're standing in front of a blue screen as they fly or when buildings can be seen through them. Very high tech there.

And no, I have no idea why the woman is dressed like Spider-man. I guess India doesn't know that Superman is DC and Spidey is Marvel. THEY ARE NOT DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER.