Monday, 31 March 2014

I know I'm only twelve, but that was the saddest thing I've ever seen in my entire life

Now I remember why I don't like doing my own colouring.
This is my 966th post, which to me suggests that I have dedicated more time to the blog than I have my own family, which seems unfair as the blog makes me cry a lot more than they do.  It may be time to take stock of where the blog is going as at this point I think I'm only still doing it to spite Tumblr and Instagram users - though don't get me wrong, that is a great reason to do something.

Sunday, 30 March 2014

The taco massage was yesterday


Friday, 28 March 2014

It's comforting to know that people who buy guns also like angry rants against the government

So to the end of another week, and the beginning the last of the J6 strips.  I probably should have put some punctuation on the final panel of the last one to denote an ending, but here's the next one anyway, in which motorcycling Spider-Man (with a lightsabre) teams up with Barack Obama to fight cyborg sharks led by Cobra Commander in an airship - airships being a fallback for me in these strips, it seems.

It's been a pleasant experience on my end, having something to put up on a regular basis, and I'll continue to post the dailies over the weekend as usual, but I think the experiment has run its course and after this one finishes it's back to infrequent screengrab posts and grumbling about nonsense in my own wee corner of the web as one of the few people who've stuck with Blogger and not just gone to Instagram to post regular pictures of my lunch like I was one of those food-blogger scum - you know the kind of jerks I'm talking about.  Food bloggers are the absolute worst.

Anyway, I hope you'll all have a good weekend.  TTFN.

Thursday, 27 March 2014

I can't be the only one in the world who likes plaid, man

 Teenage me waited patiently for a Stallone/Schwarzenegger team-up that never happened, and adult me is thinking teenage me would get along fine with the low-budget head-thumping of Escape Plan even if it is a bit slow while adult me probably just wonders why people keep giving Vinnie Jones acting work (adult me has nothing against Jones, it's just that everything he's in, he plays Vinnie Jones).
It used to be I'd get all het up about action films and could argue why Mark L Lester is a better director than Richard Donner because I think action scenes often represent a microcosm of the director's ability - I even sat down and watched the Jet Li/Jackie Chan fight from Forbidden Kingdom 14 times in a row before I thought it safe to deliver the opinion that Rob Minkoff is an okay director, if a bit passive and low energy.  I take action cinema very seriously, and the trashier and more low-budget the film, the more seriously I take it, as big-budget action movies are mostly just meh suffering from overlong second acts that make them unattractive for potential repeat viewing, and to me Escape Plan is a film that often seems like one long second act.  My first thought when the two leads met was "why are they pretending not to know each other?  They met in Expendables." but the film does nothing to capitalise on that kind of self-awareness and plays things very straight - to its detriment, as I think it could have done with acknowledging that both leads have done decent high-concept prison movies already - Stallone in the first half of Tango And Cash, and Schwarzenegger in the first half of Running Man- and concentrated more on soundbites and throwdowns, as what we get is just kind of there - inoffensive, functional and unexceptional.  Adult me thinks it okay, but teenage me would hopefully want a bit more.  I probably should have watched it with booze.

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

Ten minutes early is five minutes late

I should probably be ashamed how much I love Dallas, but here we are.  Complete trash that glorifies rich white folk and their rich white folk problems and infidelities, if you can sit through the story recap - never mind those credits - and still expect The Wire on the other end of it, you deserve everything you get.
But IT HAS MITCH PILEGGI WITH A BEARD, DAMMIT, and I'm only human.