<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450</id><updated>2009-11-21T23:55:23.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Occasional Superheroine:</title><subtitle type='html'>The Blog Of Valerie D'Orazio</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1958</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-4846342380447588253</id><published>2009-11-19T09:14:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:53:29.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Livewire Versus Supergirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWGXA5EUcI/AAAAAAAAN_Y/ZtxEbtdzrDA/s1600/livewiresupergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWGXA5EUcI/AAAAAAAAN_Y/ZtxEbtdzrDA/s320/livewiresupergirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405874657662620098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I had this dream a couple of months ago that this blue-skinned woman &amp;amp; Supergirl were having this drag-down massive fight with each other. It was a battle on literally a cosmic level, with them in outer-space, beating the crap out of each other, planets in the background. The fight lasted like 12 issues, an entire Event, if you will. In the end, the blue-skinned woman defeated Supergirl, dragged her by the hair in victory, like something at the end of the Marvel Vs. Capcom videogame. I mean, Supergirl was bleeding ropy blood from her nose, tongue sticking out, "FATALITY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWMi3lYq2I/AAAAAAAAN_w/7lS-BHo6xqM/s1600/Mortal-Kombat-Alternate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWMi3lYq2I/AAAAAAAAN_w/7lS-BHo6xqM/s320/Mortal-Kombat-Alternate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405881458392345442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a second part of the dream where I walked into a used bookstore and found an old paperback with this blue-skinned woman's picture on it. Only now, this woman's skin is a darker shade of blue, and she looks sort of "Classical," like a ancient goddess. The title of the book was, "A New Era." The book was full of prophecies and whatnot, and I wasn't allowed to tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Swbe9qFOg0I/AAAAAAAAOAA/EOM0GBmXydg/s1600/absinthe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Swbe9qFOg0I/AAAAAAAAOAA/EOM0GBmXydg/s320/absinthe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406253553554457410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third and last part of the dream, I am hanging out with some friends and one of them offers me this teeny-tiny shot-glass of absinthe. Almost offered me it as a joke, you know: like I wouldn't really drink it. Well, I grabbed that glass and downed the absinthe in one gulp. My friends were shocked. I quickly felt the effects of the absinthe. It hit me so fast and so strong, it was unbelievable. And it felt like this huge energy surging inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWGKiF_S_I/AAAAAAAAN_Q/DNSHmuQSae8/s1600/Live%2BWire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWGKiF_S_I/AAAAAAAAN_Q/DNSHmuQSae8/s320/Live%2BWire.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405874443236887538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comic book geek that I am, I originally associated that blue-skinned woman with the Superman character Livewire (her skin is technically white, but I associate her with the color blue). I mean, it would make sense that Livewire would fight Supergirl. It was almost as if these two types of comic book female characters were battling for some sort of supremacy. When I think "Supergirl," I think a very specific sort of iconic female character. She's very corporate, very "branded" with a logo, and very accommodating. From what I know of Livewire, she's a supervillain; very opinionated; dangerous. Livewire is complicated. And in this dream, that complicated type of female character wins out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWGAQ1L_mI/AAAAAAAAN_I/TUqDxTINSkk/s1600/Kali_Goddess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWGAQ1L_mI/AAAAAAAAN_I/TUqDxTINSkk/s320/Kali_Goddess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405874266804321890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I researched things further, and read that blue-skinned ferocious women in dreams often represent the Indian goddess Kali. One website describes her thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We're taught that women are "sugar and spice and everything nice". Kali would beg to differ. This dark and dramatic Goddess of Death and Time reminds us of our strength and power.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ironically, &lt;a href="http://www.bellalumina.com/html/goddess/suncatchers/kalisun1.htm"&gt;the image&lt;/a&gt; accompanying this description of the goddess features a lightning bolt, which is also the emblem of the the electricity-oriented Livewire. Kali also specifically symbolizes "new eras" – hence the title of the book I found in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWFwL6IQvI/AAAAAAAAN_A/vt9vR9onuFE/s1600/Kali+Ciesemier_naturalist_272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWFwL6IQvI/AAAAAAAAN_A/vt9vR9onuFE/s320/Kali+Ciesemier_naturalist_272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405873990604964594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at this point that I should mention that the development of complicated female characters was very much on my mind when I had this dream. Certainly, not the development of these characters as some sort of fake-feminist "Riot Grrrl!" bullshit. But simply reflecting the reality that these types of women exist. That if superpowers were given out at the superpowers store, some of these types of women would indeed receive them. That these women might be beyond any sort of feeble attempt to categorize them, to put them in a box. And finally, that far from being the poster-girls for some sort of idealized "empowered liberated woman," a couple of these women would frustrate and even enrage those with a very specific idea of what a PC-worthy superheroine might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWFgb6qz-I/AAAAAAAAN-4/zX4BeI2jg2k/s1600/1171081078_b47c405059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWFgb6qz-I/AAAAAAAAN-4/zX4BeI2jg2k/s320/1171081078_b47c405059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405873720024289250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We become so fixated on these iconic characters, these Supergirls and Wonder Womans, so fixated on them being presented in "the right way," that we don't realize these characters are fast becoming irrelevant. You know who realizes they are becoming irrelevant? Webcomics fans. Manga fans. Female comic book fans who drop a lot of coin on entertainment media but don't even read any mainstream comics anymore. Doesn't mean these characters are dead. But it's going to take more than a simple reboot. You need to take the entire paradigm, scoop it out of its foundations with little pieces falling from it, and turn the thing 180 degrees. You know the movie "2012?" That's essentially what you need to do with the paradigm (you can keep John Cusack's "O" face in there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is that this paradigm shift is currently rocking the entire medium – and, in a larger sense, the entire world – so really this is (in my humble opinion) a great and painless time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWDWVJaDWI/AAAAAAAAN-w/SJ5sgN0lwTg/s1600/320_920366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWDWVJaDWI/AAAAAAAAN-w/SJ5sgN0lwTg/s320/320_920366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405871347385109858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had created a category for the "Lulu Awards" for Best Female Character. I selected a judges panel for the nominations that covered the entire breadth of comic book readers: retailers, academics, bloggers, creators. This was not a panel skewed for or against any type of comic or genre or format. And you know what? Nobody picked a mainstream superheroine as Best Female Character. Nobody. And &lt;a href="http://friendsoflulu.wordpress.com/lulu-awards/2009-lulu-award-for-best-female-character-monica-villarreal/"&gt;the character who won the award&lt;/a&gt;, Monica Villarreal from the webcomic &lt;a href="http://wapsisquare.com/"&gt;Wapsi Square&lt;/a&gt;, could potentially be torn apart by mainstream comic book bloggers as being "too top-heavy." Because that's how they often tear apart mainstream superheroines. Meanwhile, the post-mainstream comics fans are moving past all this bullshit. They are defining superheroines and important female characters in ways that blow right past both the spectres of sexism and PC-straitjacketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWNtfD8pII/AAAAAAAAN_4/mZlM4ganDqo/s1600/60df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWNtfD8pII/AAAAAAAAN_4/mZlM4ganDqo/s320/60df.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405882740299834498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so that's part of how I interpreted my dream, at any rate. The other part of it was: I really saw it as a symbolic battle between different sides of myself. Between the "Occasional Superheroine" persona that I had grown out of more than a year ago, and the person I was maturing into (or, more properly, rediscovering). It was a dream that felt very real, very powerful – and it was life-changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWBgE5Ru4I/AAAAAAAAN-o/IX7dOElu9Zg/s1600/woman%2Bwriting%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWBgE5Ru4I/AAAAAAAAN-o/IX7dOElu9Zg/s320/woman%2Bwriting%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405869315797924738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to tell you other than that I've reached a point where I can't swallow bullshit anymore. In college, I was an uncontrollable, fanatical, opinionated human being who wrote all the time, wrote what I wanted, wrote without caring whether it would sell or not. I cultivated my views in a big, swelling bubble: stacks and stacks and stacks of writing, typing on an old word-processor. It was glorious. Absolutely glorious. I was at peace. And I always felt that there might be something of value for people in at least some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWAqargybI/AAAAAAAAN-g/C5NTKu1n0Os/s1600/woman-writer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWAqargybI/AAAAAAAAN-g/C5NTKu1n0Os/s320/woman-writer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405868393932835250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at pictures of me from that time-period, from around 1993-1996, I look happy and content. I was living the life of a poet, a philosopher, and a quiet, sweet-smiling maniac. My favorite authors were William Burroughs, Kurt Vonnegut, Joseph Campbell, Hermann Hesse. I always found some way to support myself so I had enough time to write. Indeed, the more completely focused I was on my path as a writer, the more opportunities for financial support presented themselves. Scholarships. Jobs in places where there was art, books, intelligent people, new ideas. I was in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zone&lt;/span&gt;, you know? When you are in the zone, things come easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWAXVysKII/AAAAAAAAN-Y/JpOkliCOkL4/s1600/Woman-writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWAXVysKII/AAAAAAAAN-Y/JpOkliCOkL4/s320/Woman-writing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405868066203248770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I was really interested in studying mythology and goddesses. They became the substitute for the superheroines that I had once followed but then grew out of. Goddesses and superheroines, comic books and mythologies: it's all the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These comic books are the new mythology. Gods and goddesses are routinely overthrown, then revived later on. Worship of Diana is overthrown by the early Christians; then she makes a come-back in Renaissance art, in the poetry of the Romantics. Then she appears in Sensational Comics. Then she is overthrown. Then she is revived.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwVqiNsVaFI/AAAAAAAAN-I/XF_OhMIigAo/s1600/founding10_smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwVqiNsVaFI/AAAAAAAAN-I/XF_OhMIigAo/s320/founding10_smaller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405844063751858258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwVqwiX8FFI/AAAAAAAAN-Q/VKGqrlvIsKg/s1600/wonder-woman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwVqwiX8FFI/AAAAAAAAN-Q/VKGqrlvIsKg/s320/wonder-woman1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405844309821625426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life-changing, era-changing energy of Kali has been smashing her head against the New Mythology of the comic book for many decades, desiring expression. She is not just bringing change to mythologies. She's bringing change to formats, to attitudes, to everything. Everything aligning: the new era of the superheroine, the new era of the comic book, the new era of the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want to document. I want to let that ancient spirit, that ancient whirlpool of energy, guide me to create things that are relevant, that are dynamic. I'm not looking for what comics turned me on in the 1980s. I'm looking at what mythologies caused the Roman women to run riot in the bacchanalia 2,000 years ago.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwVpLOleQVI/AAAAAAAAN94/EFwIq7iFhQE/s1600/Goddess+Aztec+Moon+Plaq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwVpLOleQVI/AAAAAAAAN94/EFwIq7iFhQE/s320/Goddess+Aztec+Moon+Plaq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405842569342894418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwVpmOf9uPI/AAAAAAAAN-A/B0Z_EMEUNtM/s1600/monica-green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwVpmOf9uPI/AAAAAAAAN-A/B0Z_EMEUNtM/s320/monica-green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405843033176258802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Monica Villarreal in Wapsi Square, she is an anthropologist in communication with Aztec deities. Wapsi Square is where contemporary soap-opera and ancient currents meet. Monica is more buxom than Witchblade on the pill. Monica is the modern-day embodiment of the goddess in all her curves, in her self-direction, in her dialogue with sacred ancestors and her ability to synthesize the wisdom of the past with the needs of the present. She is not idealized, she is not perfect, she is not in a box. She is not in a mainstream comic book. Most people have discovered her on a humming, glowing screen – not paper. She is the "Best Female Character" – at least as voted on by the public. Deal with it. Learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those are sort of my thoughts right now. My reflections on the three years since "Goodbye To Comics" are: I met a lot of interesting people, but ended up in the final analysis just peeling back the layers and being myself again. I did a full cycle. Next chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really interested in specific blogging about comics anymore. I'll admit that part of this loss of interest was due to the quality of some of the online conversation that I encountered. And I got to the point where if I was going to express myself with such visceral honesty and intensity, I'd rather do it in another medium like books or comics. And you know, ironically the most valuable lesson DC Comics taught me, in their oft-paranoid and overly-cautious view of the world, was that sometimes it's just not worth getting on a message board or a blog and responding to it. You know, you express your opinion, let people pick it apart if they wish, and move the hell on. You keep moving on. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;produce&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not here to debate, defend, or justify: only my closest friends or journalists who I respect will ever get any of those three things from me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another crucial factor has been that I've found other areas to pour myself into, to express myself; and, as my schedule gets tighter and tighter, I had to choose a venue to focus on. I've had to admit to myself that I cannot do it all anymore. I've had to dump a lot of things. I've had to narrow my focus. And again: that entails going back to the things that truly rocked my world when I was younger. It all goes back to the beginning. It's all a cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do blog, it will probably be more about the subjects like mythology, spirituality, synchronicity, art, and some current events &amp;amp; some special comics. That might, in the end, bring me to a different crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you really have enjoyed this blog, if you have enjoyed "Goodbye To Comics" or bought my memoir – then please stick around and support my projects as they come out. These projects are the true natural evolution of what I started three years ago, and I assure you that they will give you a lot to think about, and that you will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwVntvV51FI/AAAAAAAAN9w/xXwqFkqtw0U/s1600/absinthe_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwVntvV51FI/AAAAAAAAN9w/xXwqFkqtw0U/s400/absinthe_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405840963228259410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Salut!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtroX2Pcguc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtroX2Pcguc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-4846342380447588253?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/4846342380447588253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=4846342380447588253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/4846342380447588253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/4846342380447588253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/11/livewire-versus-supergirl.html' title='Livewire Versus Supergirl'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SwWGXA5EUcI/AAAAAAAAN_Y/ZtxEbtdzrDA/s72-c/livewiresupergirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-9217194225723877216</id><published>2009-11-10T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:01:32.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stay tuned'/><title type='text'>"Angry Woman"</title><content type='html'>Hey, I figured I'd just let you know that I've got a lot on my plate at the moment, but will be back on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday the 16th&lt;/span&gt; – which of course is the 3rd Anniversary of "Goodbye To Comics." I think it is too early to say whether or not I have anything special planned for this blog for that date – but you never never know. Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RkGm4-KSDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RkGm4-KSDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-9217194225723877216?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/9217194225723877216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=9217194225723877216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/9217194225723877216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/9217194225723877216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/11/angry-woman.html' title='&quot;Angry Woman&quot;'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-4865875942983234391</id><published>2009-11-05T18:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:50:51.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work work work'/><title type='text'>When Work-Worlds Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SvNyKrflFpI/AAAAAAAAN8k/HWJeGEwY21U/s1600-h/when_worlds_collide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SvNyKrflFpI/AAAAAAAAN8k/HWJeGEwY21U/s400/when_worlds_collide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400785905946793618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in two fields right now: writing &amp;amp; marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, here is how it works: marketing 9 to 5 (but from home, so it's pretty cool), and writing after work &amp;amp; on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all very left-brain/right-brain. Two totally different worlds, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a funny story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was writing something that involved action, guns, explosions, etc. And I said to myself: "Self, it behooves you to be familiar with the basics of this here action stuff." So I did research on Wikipedia, bought some books, etc. Was really proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the same time, I went to a dinner party and explained to somebody about how to market their work. And this is what I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, I'd be happy to write you a little squib or something for my blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A squib...uh, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blurb&lt;/span&gt;. I meant to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blurb&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A squib is, of course, an explosive device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb, squib: it all sounds the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I don't accidentally confuse CPC with IED, I should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Runner-up "worlds collide" situation, but in the strictly sci-fi geek sense: I actually used the word "grok" as a verb when speaking to a marketing associate. Yeah, gonna try to avoid that for now on.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-4865875942983234391?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/4865875942983234391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=4865875942983234391' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/4865875942983234391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/4865875942983234391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-work-worlds-collide.html' title='When Work-Worlds Collide'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SvNyKrflFpI/AAAAAAAAN8k/HWJeGEwY21U/s72-c/when_worlds_collide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-597249884044559779</id><published>2009-11-05T18:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:24:17.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winnah'/><title type='text'>Halloween Contest Winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SvNeCKE7TrI/AAAAAAAAN8c/Gmyp40AAbwo/s1600-h/6a00e54ef2e21b8833011570e59e51970b-pi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SvNeCKE7TrI/AAAAAAAAN8c/Gmyp40AAbwo/s400/6a00e54ef2e21b8833011570e59e51970b-pi.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400763769305124530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of my &lt;a href="http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-contest-whats-your-top-5.html"&gt;Halloween Contest&lt;/a&gt; is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt;, who listed 28 Days Later, Blair Witch Project, Halloween 2, Nightmare on Elm Street, and Cabin Fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt id="c2567742855604001555"&gt; &lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" /&gt;Andy, if you are reading this, please &lt;a href="mailto:valerie.dorazio@gmail.com"&gt;contact this blog&lt;/a&gt; and we'll make arrangements to ship that prize package out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for participating, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-597249884044559779?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/597249884044559779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=597249884044559779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/597249884044559779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/597249884044559779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-contest-winner.html' title='Halloween Contest Winner!'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SvNeCKE7TrI/AAAAAAAAN8c/Gmyp40AAbwo/s72-c/6a00e54ef2e21b8833011570e59e51970b-pi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-5324348270587976684</id><published>2009-10-30T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:43:53.614-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 days of halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween Contest: What's Your Top 5 Scary Movies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suc7lg0CPoI/AAAAAAAAN58/3kUjyaN0puc/s1600-h/seedofchucky_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suc7lg0CPoI/AAAAAAAAN58/3kUjyaN0puc/s400/seedofchucky_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397348194076212866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;//FINAL POST BUMP (good luck, participants! have a great Halloween!)&lt;br /&gt;/POST BUMP&lt;/span&gt; (post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bummmmmppp&lt;/span&gt;!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try a contest here as an experiment. If it goes well, I'll do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the situation:&lt;br /&gt;To enter the contest, give a list in this post's comment section of your Top Five Favorite Scary Movies (and why, if you're so inclined to share with the class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, October 31 @11:59 PM, the contest closes.&lt;br /&gt;I put all the names of the participants in a hat, and randomly pick a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lucky winner will get:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Darkness: Accursed Vol. 1" trade paperback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; from Top Cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suc4JR_S5ZI/AAAAAAAAN50/FScJBLBWCoA/s1600-h/DKv3000TPBCOVsf2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suc4JR_S5ZI/AAAAAAAAN50/FScJBLBWCoA/s320/DKv3000TPBCOVsf2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397344410525689234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Beast From Chicago" trade paperback from NBM/Comics Lit Publishing, drawn &amp;amp; written by Rick Geary about America's First Serial Killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suc4Abtvo4I/AAAAAAAAN5s/4XdDWTjVl9Q/s1600-h/1561633658.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suc4Abtvo4I/AAAAAAAAN5s/4XdDWTjVl9Q/s320/1561633658.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397344258517607298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A brand-new copy of "The Grudge" on DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suc36UrDRwI/AAAAAAAAN5k/pYL9hGJaipk/s1600-h/GrudgeDVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suc36UrDRwI/AAAAAAAAN5k/pYL9hGJaipk/s320/GrudgeDVD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397344153548048130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vintage copy of JLA: Scary Monsters #3, assistant-edited by yours truly!&lt;/span&gt; Watch Plastic Man fit his face over Wonder Woman's boobies in attempt to save her life! Watch Wonder Woman turn into a creature that wasn't really supposed to look like Witchblade but sort of looks like Witchblade anyway! Plus: Deadly Tentacles™!!!!!&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suc3w8l-xpI/AAAAAAAAN5c/zTp8voHi5l8/s1600-h/jlascarymonsters3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suc3w8l-xpI/AAAAAAAAN5c/zTp8voHi5l8/s320/jlascarymonsters3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397343992465507986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-5324348270587976684?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/5324348270587976684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=5324348270587976684' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/5324348270587976684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/5324348270587976684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-contest-whats-your-top-5.html' title='Halloween Contest: What&apos;s Your Top 5 Scary Movies?'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suc7lg0CPoI/AAAAAAAAN58/3kUjyaN0puc/s72-c/seedofchucky_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-5654417949611264002</id><published>2009-10-30T08:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:01:42.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webcomics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teh internets'/><title type='text'>The Evolution of Comic Books On Teh Internets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuruxSZxKnI/AAAAAAAAN8U/He7R9xvvPKM/s1600-h/internet2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuruxSZxKnI/AAAAAAAAN8U/He7R9xvvPKM/s400/internet2_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398389633877879410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 29, 1969: Teh internets launched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 30, 2007: Zuda.com launched*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 30, 2009: Marvel for iPhone launched on &lt;a href="http://www.comixology.com/"&gt;Comixology&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 29, 2012: DC Entertainment "Neural Implant" launched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 30, 2025: Marvelopolis's "Excelsior 2.0 Brain-Download" launched, option to virtually live in one of several fantasy settings: Asgard, Wakanda, Lemuria, Atlantis, Queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 26, 2050: Superman's robot doubles go crazy, enslave planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 27, 2099: Kenshiro "Zero" Cochrane, an under-achieving but lovable rogue, gets shot in Transverse City and subsequently becomes the robot Ghost Rider. Kenshiro battles the Superman robots, liberates teh internets, and becomes the avatar of the new age. Kenshiro's nickname "Zero" was ironic, because at heart...he was really a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 29, 2031: That long-awaited pole shift happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 24, 4025: The printing press invented. The first book to be mass-produced? The Holy Gylrsfarbx, of course. Then a reprint of Detective Comics #27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 23, 5026: The beginning of the Direct Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 25, 5089: The Diuoyygfyuf ComicCon starts becoming too commerical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 26, 6002: The 26th reincarnation of Stan Lee develops a webcomic, tells 17th reincarnation of Elvira to "get out of paper comics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 30, 6005: More damn Superman robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 22, 6025: Dogs and cats become people, use iPhones, enslave humanity, pee in corners of house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 28, 7025: Motion-comics become the dominant form of all entertainment everywhere, saves humanity, reduces dogs and cats back to their previous servile state, cleans pee out of carpets, defeats Superman robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 29, 7056: Damn pole-shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 30, 9009: Printing-press invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please note: between the 38 years that the Internet was invented and Zuda.com launched, there were also a number of comics of various sorts released online: funny comics, sad comics, happy comics, angry comics. But did they have a werewolf western? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nooooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-5654417949611264002?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/5654417949611264002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=5654417949611264002' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/5654417949611264002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/5654417949611264002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/evolution-of-comic-books-on-teh.html' title='The Evolution of Comic Books On Teh Internets'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuruxSZxKnI/AAAAAAAAN8U/He7R9xvvPKM/s72-c/internet2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-2617950624454668267</id><published>2009-10-29T15:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:59:48.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action figures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wolverine'/><title type='text'>Hot "Dark Wolverine" Custom Action Figure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SunziTJfQwI/AAAAAAAAN8M/lw2lb6zguso/s1600-h/Daken8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SunziTJfQwI/AAAAAAAAN8M/lw2lb6zguso/s400/Daken8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398113398961423106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some action figures look ugly. I mean, their faces: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugly ugly&lt;/span&gt;. One day I'll do a post on that, "Top Ten Ugliest Action Figure Faces," though I suspect &lt;a href="http://www.toplessrobot.com/"&gt;Topless Robot&lt;/a&gt; has already done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;a href="http://www.thefwoosh.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&amp;amp;t=15611&amp;amp;start=1560"&gt;this custom Dark Wolverine figure, by "Cal's Customs,"&lt;/a&gt; looks awesome and scrumptious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, when you get sick of looking at Daken's mohawked-mug, you just pop the head off and...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SunzafdGgrI/AAAAAAAAN8E/KEOAupJaFS0/s1600-h/Daken7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SunzafdGgrI/AAAAAAAAN8E/KEOAupJaFS0/s400/Daken7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398113264825959090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta-da!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-2617950624454668267?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/2617950624454668267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=2617950624454668267' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/2617950624454668267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/2617950624454668267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/hot-dark-wolverine-custom-action-figure.html' title='Hot &quot;Dark Wolverine&quot; Custom Action Figure'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SunziTJfQwI/AAAAAAAAN8M/lw2lb6zguso/s72-c/Daken8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-6087884272006620647</id><published>2009-10-29T12:58:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:36:19.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Words I Don't Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SunfLKjjTBI/AAAAAAAAN78/qm-coD2wPFg/s1600-h/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SunfLKjjTBI/AAAAAAAAN78/qm-coD2wPFg/s400/words.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398091011285273618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a list of words I don't like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moist:&lt;/span&gt; makes me think of water-logged pound cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yogurt:&lt;/span&gt; an ugly word for something that is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;multitask:&lt;/span&gt; "we just fired three other people in your department. we're going to need you to multitask for a while and do their jobs for free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe:&lt;/span&gt; if somebody tells you "maybe," that usually means "probably not" but they don't have the heart to full-out turn you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never:&lt;/span&gt; if somebody tells you "never," what they really mean is that if you send them a big chocolate cake, they will change their mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anywho:&lt;/span&gt; the person who invented this word should be hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bran:&lt;/span&gt; I know we need bran to poop, but would have preferred "poo-poo grains" or something more fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chillax:&lt;/span&gt; a great word to use when you want to make me even more angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;menses:&lt;/span&gt; it always reminds me of the actress Heather Menzies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uterus:&lt;/span&gt; a very awkward word that I feel distances women from the wonder of their own bodies. I prefer "baby cave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;content:&lt;/span&gt; I know I'm guilty of this too, but...when any sort of creatively-derived work is referred to as "content," I just feel it reduces the referred-to entity to packing peanuts or cans of peaches. It's like Michelangelo is working on the Sistine Chapel and his boss looks up and says: "hey, that's going to be great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;content&lt;/span&gt;! We could syndicate that on these new e-readers and run banner ads on them and shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;product:&lt;/span&gt; see "content"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intellectual property:&lt;/span&gt; see "content" and "product," with the added insinuation that you are going to be screwed in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;metrosexual:&lt;/span&gt; created and nurtured by a slick band of marketers to convince dudes that paying attention to one's bodily hygiene and personal appearance isn't "gay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tween:&lt;/span&gt; created and nurtured by a slick band of marketers to sell bellybutton rings to eleven-year-olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol:&lt;/span&gt; outside of an actual chat room or cat photo, I don't want to see this word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fanboy:&lt;/span&gt; I always pictured that this word was invented by some comic book collector who thought he was better and more mature than all the other comic book collectors. A line of demarcation, if you will. "No, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt; a fanboy; I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sequential art collector&lt;/span&gt;." Of course, this guy isn't a "sequential art collector," he's just a pompous dipshit who God forbid might actually have access to a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cunt:&lt;/span&gt; I prefer "coont," which I think sounds a little more playful and vaguely British&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orwellian:&lt;/span&gt; too often used by people who are for anybody's right to free speech but yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McCarthyite:&lt;/span&gt; see "Orwellian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tampon:&lt;/span&gt; for some reason I immediately think of a large Styrofoam floatation device whenever I hear this word. "We're sinking fast...break out the tampons and hold on for your dear lives!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vegan:&lt;/span&gt; immediately makes me think of the word "Vulcan," and the fact that Vulcans think they're superior to rest of the Federation. If you don't know it by now, I use a lot of word-association to remember things. I also think of Pulp Fiction hitman Vincent Vega when I see the word "vegan". And Suzanne Vega. And Sega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bullet-point:&lt;/span&gt; annoying when used in a non-ammo context&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inner-child:&lt;/span&gt; my inner-child is very skillful at chewing up Ritz crackers, spitting them up onto a fresh Ritz cracker, putting another fresh Ritz cracker on top of it, and calling it a "Ritz Cracker Sandwich." Getting in touch with her has almost as many pitfalls as benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What words do YOU not like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-6087884272006620647?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/6087884272006620647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=6087884272006620647' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/6087884272006620647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/6087884272006620647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-i-dont-like.html' title='Words I Don&apos;t Like'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SunfLKjjTBI/AAAAAAAAN78/qm-coD2wPFg/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-3488763639319022328</id><published>2009-10-28T17:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:23:44.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbie'/><title type='text'>"Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh9WdW2lfI/AAAAAAAAN7k/4eQ20c5ZtLY/s1600-h/MTT3285lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh9WdW2lfI/AAAAAAAAN7k/4eQ20c5ZtLY/s400/MTT3285lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397701978194613746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is the actual name of an actual Ken doll &lt;a href="http://www.entertainmentearth.com/prodinfo.asp?number=MTT3285"&gt;offered by Mattel right now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the product description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool sophistication in breezy Palm Beach! Sporting a dashing jacquard-patterned jacket with a light pink polo shirt and crisp white pants, Ken doll is ready for Palm Beach social season, sunning by the pool and a stroll with his little companion."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken immediately reminded me of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh_Xlc-xmI/AAAAAAAAN7s/lXfrzjNRmQ0/s1600-h/BiCr-Fernando+Lamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh_Xlc-xmI/AAAAAAAAN7s/lXfrzjNRmQ0/s400/BiCr-Fernando+Lamas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397704196570924642" 344="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZl3gGV4H6c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZl3gGV4H6c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.toplessrobot.com/2009/10/mattel_has_lost_their_minds.php"&gt;Topless Robot, "Mattel Has Lost Their Minds, &lt;/a&gt;via &lt;a href="http://geekgirldiva.entertainmentearth.com/2009/10/sugar-daddy-ken-barbie-you-saucy-minx.html"&gt;Geek Girl Diva, "Sugar Daddy Ken?! Barbie You Saucy Minx!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-3488763639319022328?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/3488763639319022328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=3488763639319022328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/3488763639319022328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/3488763639319022328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/palm-beach-sugar-daddy-ken.html' title='&quot;Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken&quot;'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh9WdW2lfI/AAAAAAAAN7k/4eQ20c5ZtLY/s72-c/MTT3285lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-6949504254891138187</id><published>2009-10-28T15:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:20:42.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie adaptations of ancient sacred texts'/><title type='text'>New A-Team Movie Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuiYx8IHz-I/AAAAAAAAN70/xQ0PlWCdcvA/s1600-h/theateamlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuiYx8IHz-I/AAAAAAAAN70/xQ0PlWCdcvA/s400/theateamlarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397732137124745186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? "Yay" or "meh"? (click for larger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of cool, but Liam Neeson looks sort of Photoshopped. I can tell by the number of pixels and from seeing a lot of Photoshops in my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go though these jags where I see a lot of action-adventure movies and many are not chosen out of any sort of discriminating taste. "A-Team The Movie" may fall under this category. Still, if this does well we might soon see "Riptide" as a major motion-picture, so let's keep our fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-6949504254891138187?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/6949504254891138187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=6949504254891138187' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/6949504254891138187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/6949504254891138187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-team-movie-photo.html' title='New A-Team Movie Photo'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuiYx8IHz-I/AAAAAAAAN70/xQ0PlWCdcvA/s72-c/theateamlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-8173659237615586554</id><published>2009-10-28T12:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:52:00.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 days of halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not lol cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Sexy Halloween Costumes For Your Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh1DXysl3I/AAAAAAAAN7M/Bme_4bXIoAk/s1600-h/sexdog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh1DXysl3I/AAAAAAAAN7M/Bme_4bXIoAk/s400/sexdog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397692854190249842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A common dilemma pet owners have during the Halloween season is: "how do I find slutty costumes for my dog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look no further. Whether your pooch is set to play the sexy schoolgirl or an imperious dominatrix, &lt;a href="http://www.legavenue.com/costumes/catalog/pets/1"&gt;Leg Avenue has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; hot Halloween costumes for your pet&lt;/a&gt;. Inappropriately sexy outfits need not be the sole domain of the Cyrus family spawn any longer!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh05DSn16I/AAAAAAAAN68/dDDphRHDAwY/s1600-h/sexydog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh05DSn16I/AAAAAAAAN68/dDDphRHDAwY/s400/sexydog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397692676888319906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh0_HWf_HI/AAAAAAAAN7E/EudDyXwXll4/s1600-h/sexydog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh0_HWf_HI/AAAAAAAAN7E/EudDyXwXll4/s400/sexydog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397692781057539186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misses the old days when Halloween was an innocent time for canines:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh2WCYhUQI/AAAAAAAAN7c/7j9mUPkxcug/s1600-h/61201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh2WCYhUQI/AAAAAAAAN7c/7j9mUPkxcug/s400/61201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397694274372456706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-8173659237615586554?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/8173659237615586554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=8173659237615586554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/8173659237615586554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/8173659237615586554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-halloween-costumes-for-your-pets.html' title='Sexy Halloween Costumes For Your Pets'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/Suh1DXysl3I/AAAAAAAAN7M/Bme_4bXIoAk/s72-c/sexdog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-2921900030743045992</id><published>2009-10-28T09:25:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:55:36.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zuda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 days of halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vertigo Comics'/><title type='text'>American Vampire Re-Visions The Wild West and The Jazz Age</title><content type='html'>An exciting new series from Vertigo Comics hits stands in March: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Vampire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Vampire combines a supernaturally-themed western with a supernaturally-themed jazz-age motif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said&lt;/span&gt;, American Vampire combines a supernaturally-themed western...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuhIby-tREI/AAAAAAAAN6k/mfwoYs32lJA/s1600-h/HighMooncol001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuhIby-tREI/AAAAAAAAN6k/mfwoYs32lJA/s320/HighMooncol001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397643795781993538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuhIU4ymPcI/AAAAAAAAN6c/wlxVFx_Lw3g/s1600-h/b48a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuhIU4ymPcI/AAAAAAAAN6c/wlxVFx_Lw3g/s320/b48a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397643677082729922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with a supernaturally-themed jazz-age motif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuhJEi6g6RI/AAAAAAAAN60/cV1P5c4xd4M/s1600-h/ad95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuhJEi6g6RI/AAAAAAAAN60/cV1P5c4xd4M/s320/ad95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397644495844075794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuhIPWzGE8I/AAAAAAAAN6U/0-h_F6ypTts/s1600-h/4dc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuhIPWzGE8I/AAAAAAAAN6U/0-h_F6ypTts/s320/4dc5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397643582058664898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you can't wait until March to read this fascinating and unique take on the horror genre, be sure to check out &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://zudacomics.com/high_moon"&gt;High Moon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://zudacomics.com/the_night_owls"&gt;The Night Owls&lt;/a&gt; on Zuda. They're free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-2921900030743045992?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/2921900030743045992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=2921900030743045992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/2921900030743045992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/2921900030743045992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/american-vampire-re-visions-wild-west.html' title='American Vampire Re-Visions The Wild West and The Jazz Age'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuhIby-tREI/AAAAAAAAN6k/mfwoYs32lJA/s72-c/HighMooncol001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-3223239737579480130</id><published>2009-10-27T15:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:29:20.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goddamn Batman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batman'/><title type='text'>The Church of Fictionology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SudIR551XmI/AAAAAAAAN6E/Fnrdb3aYUcE/s1600-h/onion_news3207.article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SudIR551XmI/AAAAAAAAN6E/Fnrdb3aYUcE/s400/onion_news3207.article.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397362150865198690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/31006?utm_source=onion_rss_daily"&gt;The Onion&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Fictionology's central belief, that any imaginary construct can be incorporated into the church's ever-growing set of official doctrines, continues to gain popularity. Believers in Santa Claus, his elves, or the Tooth Fairy are permitted—even encouraged—to view them as deities. Even corporate mascots like the Kool-Aid Man are valid objects of Fictionological worship. &lt;p&gt;"My personal savior is Batman," said Beverly Hills plastic surgeon Greg Jurgenson. "My wife chooses to follow the teachings of the Gilmore Girls. Of course, we are still beginners. Some advanced-level Fictionologists have total knowledge of every lifetime they have ever lived for the last 80 trillion years." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Sure, it's total bullshit," Jurgenson added. "But that's Fictionology. Praise Batman!""&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SudIpOGSRZI/AAAAAAAAN6M/QmYknugPjy0/s1600-h/BatmanRosarycopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SudIpOGSRZI/AAAAAAAAN6M/QmYknugPjy0/s400/BatmanRosarycopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397362551423124882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;See also: &lt;a href="http://www.southparkstudios.com/guide/1110/"&gt;Imaginationland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jedichurch.org/"&gt;Church of the Jedi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_the_SubGenius"&gt;Bob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-3223239737579480130?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/3223239737579480130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=3223239737579480130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/3223239737579480130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/3223239737579480130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/church-of-fictionology.html' title='The Church of Fictionology'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SudIR551XmI/AAAAAAAAN6E/Fnrdb3aYUcE/s72-c/onion_news3207.article.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-5487407329119532767</id><published>2009-10-27T09:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:13:59.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family guy'/><title type='text'>Microsoft Just Realizes Now That Family Guy Is Tasteless</title><content type='html'>Wasn't anybody at Microsoft "hep" to the notion that Family Guy features tasteless jokes about tampons, incest, the Holocaust, etc., BEFORE the company decided to become the cartoon's sponsor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.thrfeed.com/2009/10/microsoft-watches-family-guy-pulls-out-of-special.html"&gt;The Hollywood Reporter's "Live Feed" blog&lt;/a&gt;, Microsoft has suddenly pulled out of being the exclusive sponsor for the upcoming Family Guy "Variety Special." This partnership would have included highly integrating Microsoft product in with the cartoon, as you can see from this promo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="flashObj" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" height="412" width="486"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/6555681001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=769341148"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=45234470001&amp;amp;playerID=6555681001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com"&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/6555681001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=769341148" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=45234470001&amp;amp;playerID=6555681001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" height="412" width="486"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason Microsoft has given for the about-face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"We initially chose to participate in the Seth and Alex variety show based on the audience composition and creative humor of 'Family Guy,' but after reviewing an early version of the variety show it became clear that the content was not a fit with the Windows brand."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, isn't Microsoft trying to seem more hip n' edgy through their recent marketing campaigns? What screams hip n' edgy more than the "I'm A Prom Night Dumpster Baby" song and Peter doing the farty-footy pajamas shtick?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-5487407329119532767?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/5487407329119532767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=5487407329119532767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/5487407329119532767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/5487407329119532767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/microsoft-just-realizes-now-that-family.html' title='Microsoft Just Realizes Now That Family Guy Is Tasteless'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-4065101240634194266</id><published>2009-10-26T21:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:04:13.023-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><title type='text'>New Chris Farley Direct TV Ad</title><content type='html'>Is this new Direct TV ad starring Chris Farley and David Spade tasteless – or awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFfKUF2kFPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFfKUF2kFPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm torn on it. It's kind of nice seeing Farley and Spade together again, even if it's just shilling some damn product. And when lifelike 3-D animation is totally perfected you're probably going to see whole movies starring dead people. So this is tame in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my favorite YouTube comment for this commercial is: "can't wait til they make an awesome﻿ Kung Fu movie with Bruce Lee when the  technology gets better." Or you could just watch "Game of Death," which has an actual picture of Lee's head taped on some nameless actor's body.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-4065101240634194266?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/4065101240634194266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=4065101240634194266' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/4065101240634194266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/4065101240634194266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-chris-farley-direct-tv-ad.html' title='New Chris Farley Direct TV Ad'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-1093609399756807749</id><published>2009-10-26T17:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:12:51.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Question: What TV Show Is Way Past Due For Cancellation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuYeKVuTKJI/AAAAAAAAN5E/mfm-LzwkhZo/s1600-h/the-simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuYeKVuTKJI/AAAAAAAAN5E/mfm-LzwkhZo/s400/the-simpsons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397034366428981394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting to you the following question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What TV show currently on the air is way past its expiration date and is starting to really stink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not merely a show that is bad: but a show that used to be good that's either stayed around too long and became bad, or showed early brilliance and has made a swift inexplicable decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: the Simpsons graphic above was not meant to imply that I think it is one of those "way past due" shows. Though this season is really hit or miss for me, and the Seth Rogen superhero episode was kind of painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-1093609399756807749?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/1093609399756807749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=1093609399756807749' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/1093609399756807749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/1093609399756807749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/question-what-tv-show-is-way-past-due.html' title='Question: What TV Show Is Way Past Due For Cancellation?'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuYeKVuTKJI/AAAAAAAAN5E/mfm-LzwkhZo/s72-c/the-simpsons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-3393445194798408982</id><published>2009-10-26T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:49:06.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webcomics'/><title type='text'>Webcomic iPhone App "Strips" Stripped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuYrZwc3KvI/AAAAAAAAN5M/RrmNrFNpJ-Y/s1600-h/sideways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuYrZwc3KvI/AAAAAAAAN5M/RrmNrFNpJ-Y/s400/sideways.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397048924952799986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself on an email thread earlier today regarding the &lt;a href="http://stripsapp.com/"&gt;Strips app&lt;/a&gt; for the iPhone. Apparently, the app-maker had a stellar list of strips lined up for this webcomic-reading app (including Cyanide and Happiness, PVP, Garfield Minus Garfield, Penny Arcade, xkcd, and others): but most didn't know it. That's because the Strips app had an "opt-out" policy rather than an "opt-in" one. If you didn't want to be on Strips, you had to contact the app-maker and let him know. Rather than, say, the app-maker contacting you to see if this is something you'd be interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stripsapp.com/publishers#/publishers"&gt;Strips also wasn't just a webcomics reader for the iPhone, but somewhat of a "publisher's network" to share ad revenue&lt;/a&gt;. AdMob would provide the ads, the webcomics would be mirrored on Amazon's S3, and there would even be integrated metrics tracking. I'm not sure if the app actually collected money from the webcomics it "syndicated" without permission. But the concern was definitely out there in the webcomics community that it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when you visited the site, it had a big page with logos of all those webcomics (since taken down). At first glance, it looked very impressive, and appeared to the outsider that they were "on board" with Strips. But, as I mentioned before – they weren't "on board." But their logos were almost acting like "advertising" or some sort of endorsement for an app they were not participating with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I received that initial email earlier today, this story has blown up, with much Twittering by various webcomics creators about and with Strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/pvponline"&gt;Scott Kurtz &lt;/a&gt;twittered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And he's charging for it. AND he's using my comic name and logo to market it. See the problem?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Strips has now indicated on Twitter that they have pulled the app, and has issued an apology on their site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This summer, I decided to try my hand at making an iPhone application that would make it   easier to read comics on the iPhone.  I started by building an application and, over the proceeding   weeks, sent out emails to a number of publishers asking them if they would like to be a part of   the app. I hoped that this would be above-and-beyond the existing iPhone apps that   display comics without any ads or even a hint at working with the artists. In theory I believed   this was an honorable approach, but I became too eager with the product and released it anyway,   hoping that I could provide each artist with useful analytics in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="paragraph"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="paragraph"&gt;   As the weeks went on, I finished the app and submitted it to the app store.  At that point, I had   only received word from a couple web comics including Dinosaur Comics and Ctrl+Alt+Delete.   Both asked to not be a part of the app, and so I immediately made sure that they weren't listed.   The problem with this approach is that it's opt-out, when &lt;b&gt;it should have been opt-in from   the start&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="paragraph"&gt;   A result of this is the recent understandable backlash from a number of artists concerning their   content being available on Strips. I want to iterate as much as possible that I am more than   willing to work with artists to help them publish their content on the iPhone, but that I have   gone about it absolutely the wrong way thus far."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="paragraph"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Strips moved quickly regarding this incident, and truly does seem sorry for what has happened. But I think some webcomic creators are shaken/pissed off by the idea that their work and trademarks could just be "grabbed" like that. And, as the world of iPhone apps and webcomics for mobile gets more defined – and, in some cases, monetised – this will most likely not be the last "growing pain" regarding this aspect of the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the best course of action for Strips to take would seem to be to concentrate on working with smaller webcomic producers who are actively seeking to publish and monetise on the Web, rebuild trust, and start anew. Or approach a smaller print or web publisher about doing a partnership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-3393445194798408982?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/3393445194798408982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=3393445194798408982' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/3393445194798408982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/3393445194798408982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/webcomic-iphone-app-strips-stripped.html' title='Webcomic iPhone App &quot;Strips&quot; Stripped'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuYrZwc3KvI/AAAAAAAAN5M/RrmNrFNpJ-Y/s72-c/sideways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-7697635931532980358</id><published>2009-10-26T16:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:30:39.500-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vertigo Comics'/><title type='text'>Recommended: Jeff Lemire's "Sweet Tooth"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuYRF-UluPI/AAAAAAAAN48/UnLU8Lv9bts/s1600-h/sweet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuYRF-UluPI/AAAAAAAAN48/UnLU8Lv9bts/s400/sweet1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397019997776492786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I write that a comic is more than a comic, but "literature," I worry that such an assessment also insinuates in effect that most comics are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; literature. That assigning the word "literature" to a comic is some sort of aberration – or, worst yet, mere patronizing praise. And that's not what I mean to say. I mean to say that I put various comics in various categories, the way I put various books in various categories. There are some books that I enjoy as tight legal thrillers or exaggerated action-adventure potboilers; I don't consider them "literature," but instead more like straight entertainment. A best-selling author like Stephen King can fall either way depending on the book. Ditto for Grant Morrison. But to me, there's a difference, a (highly subjective) line of demarcation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider Jeff Lemire's comic "Sweet Tooth" to be literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his guest-editorial for Vertigo, Lemire describes "Sweet Tooth" as a "post-apocalyptic, neo-western, action-adventure, science fiction, road-movie hybrid." Forget all that &amp;amp; back up. "Sweet Tooth" is an affecting tale of isolation and forbidden knowledge. The first issue finds a strange young man expressing the desire to learn more about the world and who he is. His father has isolated him in a cabin surrounded by snow and emptiness, and seeks to keep his son from attaining this self-knowledge: hoping to keep him safe in ignorance. But like every good hero's journey, this situation cannot stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this boy look the way he does? What is the "accident" his father refers to? And what's with all the shooty-guns and violence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuYQ3LsE1BI/AAAAAAAAN40/G0-MhpkyQ64/s1600-h/st_1_page_4_preview_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuYQ3LsE1BI/AAAAAAAAN40/G0-MhpkyQ64/s400/st_1_page_4_preview_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397019743666623506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this comic after finishing a book with a similar desolate, snowy tone, Russell Banks' "Affliction." Both works successfully utilize the vast, empty landscapes of the American north to convey the utter alienation, and paradoxical yearning for self-awareness, of the main characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books like "Sweet Tooth" and "Air" are what Vertigo Comics should be producing, in my opinion. I like Vertigo's "action" stuff, and of course "Fables" is the big cash cow at the moment, but I fear that quirkier comics like Lemire's work gets potentially lost in the shuffle and the flash. Then there is the question of, once I've spent the introductory price of $1 for "Sweet Tooth" #1, buying the other single issues or waiting for the trade or hardcover. My temptation, honestly, is to wait for the collected edition. But then does my waiting contribute to hurting the longevity of this title? Or has Vertigo/DC figured this reluctance to purchase monthly issues as part of the equation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering my own question: in this economy, I would think the monthly issue sales are crucial &amp;amp; necessary for supporting a new title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-7697635931532980358?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/7697635931532980358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=7697635931532980358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/7697635931532980358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/7697635931532980358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/recommended-jeff-lemires-sweet-tooth.html' title='Recommended: Jeff Lemire&apos;s &quot;Sweet Tooth&quot;'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuYRF-UluPI/AAAAAAAAN48/UnLU8Lv9bts/s72-c/sweet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-3813696450525267624</id><published>2009-10-26T12:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:11:48.260-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wizard magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic book conventions'/><title type='text'>Batman &amp; Robin Pole-Dancers At The Big Apple Comic Con, 2009</title><content type='html'>I just found this gem at &lt;a href="http://pwbeat.publishersweekly.com/blog/2009/10/25/nyccs-lance-fensterman-responds-to-wizard-comic-book-resources/"&gt;The Beat&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/72e4A_5ElbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/72e4A_5ElbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really the pole-dancing that bothers me, it's the fact that they are on a wheeled cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are on a wheeled pole-dancer cart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, this might be a great selling-point to get DC Comics more involved with their convention next year. Imagine if you had a pole-dancer representing every female in the DC Universe, several on each wheeled cart. Of course, special care would have to be taken to prevent pole-dancing cart traffic jams and collisions. But you roll the training of the cart drivers into the sponsorship fee. The pole-dancers, of course, have to provide their own costumes – the costumes are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; included in the fee. I mean, that is just the code of comic con pole-dancers. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.Y.O.T.A.C.&lt;/span&gt; – Bring Your Own Thong And Cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-3813696450525267624?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/3813696450525267624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=3813696450525267624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/3813696450525267624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/3813696450525267624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/batman-robin-pole-dancers-at-big-apple.html' title='Batman &amp; Robin Pole-Dancers At The Big Apple Comic Con, 2009'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-7965399587112718477</id><published>2009-10-26T09:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:33:28.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smallville'/><title type='text'>What's Up With Smallville?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuWkGDbKMyI/AAAAAAAAN4s/PNSym099c1A/s1600-h/justin_hartley-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuWkGDbKMyI/AAAAAAAAN4s/PNSym099c1A/s400/justin_hartley-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396900152378798882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smallville: All-Justin, All The Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did anybody see last week's episode? A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; emo Oliver Queen story in a row! I couldn't believe they had the stones to do that. It was near-unwatchable. And the last 15 minutes of the episode was like one scene of two people talking "blah blah blah" after another. Seriously, it was Oliver talking to Lois, then Oliver talking to Clark, then Clark talking to Chloe. And not even talking about interesting, dramatic stuff. But just using that time to regurgitate exposition and go over the same emo talking points over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Hartley is hot, but I just don't find his Oliver Queen a compelling enough character to go through two concurrent episodes of his "personal hell." I don't find this new General Zod compelling either, nor the entire Kryptonian storyline. I don't want to watch an entire episode of Tess Mercer getting progressively more facial bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the "rock" of that show is simply Clark Kent himself. He is the only person I still find interesting in that show, who I feel is believably growing and evolving as a character. But I think the key to shows like "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" is that there is a strong supporting cast to back the main character up. The main character shouldn't have the burden of being the "rock." You know, maybe Willow or Xander was the "rock" on BTVS. But who is the "rock" of Smallville? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt;? Good God. Talk about a character whose only perceived value at this point is being prophesied to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is all about a series which is probably on its last season anyhow. I just want the "permission" to stop watching it. I always feel this "duty" to watch it because it is a superhero TV show, but really I could be catching up on the episodes of "Community" I missed on Hulu or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A superhero TV show should never be boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-7965399587112718477?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/7965399587112718477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=7965399587112718477' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/7965399587112718477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/7965399587112718477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-up-with-smallville.html' title='What&apos;s Up With Smallville?'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuWkGDbKMyI/AAAAAAAAN4s/PNSym099c1A/s72-c/justin_hartley-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-8339732391753961653</id><published>2009-10-23T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:29:01.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 days of halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom cruise'/><title type='text'>Tom Cruise: American Psycho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuIJHvCnsuI/AAAAAAAAN4c/B93PHAh1DR0/s1600-h/155113__psycho_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuIJHvCnsuI/AAAAAAAAN4c/B93PHAh1DR0/s320/155113__psycho_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395885332034466530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuIJYMWYB-I/AAAAAAAAN4k/cXO184B8fZk/s1600-h/tom-cruise-on-oprah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuIJYMWYB-I/AAAAAAAAN4k/cXO184B8fZk/s320/tom-cruise-on-oprah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395885614779860962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Christian Bale used Tom Cruise as his inspiration for playing Patrick Bateman is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so awesome&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted from &lt;a href="http://www.blackbookmag.com/article/mary-harron-reveals-inspiration-behind-patrick-bateman/11810"&gt;an interview with American Psycho director Mary Harron&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We talked about how Martian-like Patrick Bateman was, how he was looking at the world like somebody from another planet, watching what people did and trying to work out the right way to behave. And then one day he called me and he had been watching Tom Cruise on David Letterman, and he just had this very intense friendliness with nothing behind the eyes, and he was really taken with this energy."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've mentioned this already on my blog, but I recently viewed that Oprah appearance Cruise did in its entirety, and it is SCARY. Definitely the "nothing behind the eyes" thing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet: Cruise actually seems more human when he acts. Many of his performances, from "Born On The Fourth of July" to "Magnolia," seem so heartfelt. Even "War of The Worlds" – I mean, he played such a believable concerned parent, just this ordinary down-to-earth guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tom Cruise, for being the inspiration for Christian Bale's performance as Patrick Bateman – I salute you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I Eat Planets"&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superhero Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjGmZJu8OnY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjGmZJu8OnY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"American Psycho" Movie Trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TjTGFc0BMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TjTGFc0BMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p014_SzpmiM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p014_SzpmiM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/tom-cruise-american-psycho.html' title='Tom Cruise: American Psycho?'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuIJHvCnsuI/AAAAAAAAN4c/B93PHAh1DR0/s72-c/155113__psycho_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-3177923594726307820</id><published>2009-10-23T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:53:41.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robot apocalypse'/><title type='text'>I'd Like To See This Scene Directed By Paul Verhoeven</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/guFBCu2Hj24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/guFBCu2Hj24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found on &lt;a href="http://poststarboy.tumblr.com/post/220953602/curious-about-how-you-are-going-to-die-by-cold"&gt;Post*Boy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-3177923594726307820?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-5556182063422208232</id><published>2009-10-23T08:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:22:16.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><title type='text'>October Sad Month For Pop-Culture Fans</title><content type='html'>While nowhere as prolific as this year's infamous "summer of death," October has been a sad month for pop-culture fans, with several passings that I wanted to take note of but haven't had the chance to until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, kiddie TV host &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soupy Sales&lt;/span&gt; has just passed. By the time I was a child of TV-viewing age (you know, three months+), his show had been off the air – but I got to know him through his many appearances on talk shows, game shows, etc. The Soupy Sales show was like interpretative jazz for youngsters...I don't know how else to explain it. He never talked down to his viewers, and often seemed to be maintaining a private joke with his crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this clip, an older Soupy explains the importance of "micro-payments":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-OGy3Kh7yM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-OGy3Kh7yM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, as I'm sure you are well aware, pro wrestling legend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Captain Lou Albano&lt;/span&gt; died. It was my privilege to meet Lou at a comic book convention several years ago, and he was an extremely nice guy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuGsut6hyMI/AAAAAAAAN4M/JL-OR0pcIhA/s1600-h/1255562769-p1_albano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuGsut6hyMI/AAAAAAAAN4M/JL-OR0pcIhA/s400/1255562769-p1_albano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395783747165604034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, as a child I regarded him as an Italian role-model on national TV. By the time I was old enough to be embarrassed at the portrayal of Italians in the Super Mario Bros game and TV show, the role-model thing had lessened a bit. But I'd take Lou over Bob Hoskins any day of the week. As a recent South Park episode spotlighted, a lot of the best pro wrestling involves more acting than wrestling; Lou could do both, and it's as an excellent and entertaining performer that I will remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Addams Family composer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vic Mizzy&lt;/span&gt; died! I always remember Mizzy's name in the old Addams Family TV show closing credits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDmvly8F534&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDmvly8F534&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did those closing credits, where the cast had to stand still through the entire thing, make you nervous? I was a very sensitive kid: it made me nervous, watching the actors twitch and fidget slightly as they tried to stay still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph "Dr. No" Wiseman&lt;/span&gt; also passed on. He played the first Bond movie villain, and the last surviving actor to have played a Bond villain in the Sean Connery era.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuGsZPw-XSI/AAAAAAAAN4E/9mwd7oaLPU0/s1600-h/dn-2-4338-dr-no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuGsZPw-XSI/AAAAAAAAN4E/9mwd7oaLPU0/s400/dn-2-4338-dr-no.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395783378295217442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, comic book great &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Tuska&lt;/span&gt; died on Oct. 15th at the age of 93. There's an oft-quoted description of his work from &lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/reinventing-the-pencil-21-artists-who-changed-main,30528/"&gt;A.V. Club&lt;/a&gt; that patronizingly/derisively refers to his art as follows: "Tuska was perfectly competent, and his art for titles like &lt;i&gt;Iron Man&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Incredible Hulk&lt;/i&gt; is decent, though unspectacular. But his drawing was so quickly assayed, and so essentially flavorless, that he became the King Of The Fill-In Issue, hopping in to provide bland, forgettable work whenever someone else blew a deadline."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuGrodcyu-I/AAAAAAAAN38/Sg9GHXPx14c/s1600-h/ironman5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuGrodcyu-I/AAAAAAAAN38/Sg9GHXPx14c/s400/ironman5-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395782540155075554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really want to say: that opinion is crap! Artists like Tuska not only brought in the work on time, but their renderings and page compositions were of a superior illustrative quality that you just don't see much of anymore. Maybe some would call it "classic," and say that this style just isn't relevant anymore; I hope not. I appreciate the work of people like Tuska a hell of a lot more now than when I was a kid and buying books from "flavor of the month" artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for A.V. Club's assignation to Tuska of the "King Of The Fill-In Issue" title – as a former comic book editor, I THANK GOD for pencillers and inkers who can turn around clean, tight, well-composed comic art quickly for whatever reason. Some of these artists work on such crazy break-neck schedules that it would make your head spin. And I think they are often taken for granted because they seem like they're always there and ready to take the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. Let's hope that the last week of October proves not to be as "busy" as the first three weeks. I want my childhood idols &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;, dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-5556182063422208232?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/5556182063422208232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=5556182063422208232' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/5556182063422208232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/5556182063422208232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-sad-month-for-pop-culture-fans.html' title='October Sad Month For Pop-Culture Fans'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuGsut6hyMI/AAAAAAAAN4M/JL-OR0pcIhA/s72-c/1255562769-p1_albano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-7748724786553450789</id><published>2009-10-22T10:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:45:04.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake mustaches'/><title type='text'>I Got No Time To Wear Fake Mustaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuBtoX2aB4I/AAAAAAAAN30/YJMp6kOqaFg/s1600-h/brian_v_stewie_iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuBtoX2aB4I/AAAAAAAAN30/YJMp6kOqaFg/s400/brian_v_stewie_iphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395432893954262914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is so tight, that every time I decide to sit down and do something fanciful like a "top ten" post or whatnot, I picture Stewie standing over me with a flamethrower saying, "Oh, you got time to wear fake mustaches, huh? A little top ten post on your favorite TV shows? A witty anecdote about funny thing your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cat&lt;/span&gt; did? Must be real nice, living a life of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leeeeeisure&lt;/span&gt;. GET BACK TO WORK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. That's my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and: "I SENT YOU THE REVIEW COPY TWO MONTHS AGO! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YOU REVIEWED THIS DUDE'S COMIC THAT JUST CAME OUT LAST WEEK, YOU HAD MY BOOK FOR TWO FREAKING MONTHS!!! BY THE TIME YOU REVIEW MY BOOK, IT WILL BE ON OVERSTOCK.COM!!! WTF???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, nobody has ever said that to me. But I do it to myself to keep me honest. I am my own Stewie with a flamethrower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-7748724786553450789?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/7748724786553450789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=7748724786553450789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/7748724786553450789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/7748724786553450789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-no-time-to-wear-fake-mustaches.html' title='I Got No Time To Wear Fake Mustaches'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuBtoX2aB4I/AAAAAAAAN30/YJMp6kOqaFg/s72-c/brian_v_stewie_iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25566450.post-3526056754495635234</id><published>2009-10-22T09:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:59:50.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not lol cats'/><title type='text'>How My Kitten Lets Me Know She Needs To Be Fed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuBkxxXikII/AAAAAAAAN3s/Ao_LPpsSyuQ/s1600-h/3940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuBkxxXikII/AAAAAAAAN3s/Ao_LPpsSyuQ/s400/3940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395423159818293378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying leap into the air and biting me on the back of my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like: "Hey! Stop f**king around! Feed me, dammit! I'm only six months old and my body is growing at an amazing rate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she bites at my fingers as I scoop the food into the dish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scoop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faster&lt;/span&gt;, dammit! Stop f**king around! What are you making: an art installation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to chalk up her wild, impatient, and somewhat violent nature to the fact that she is a kitten, after all, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; of energy. Plus, we found her on the street, and I think she probably had to fight to survive &amp;amp; stuff like that. So I think the biting and scratching, the sniper attacks, the attempt to eat my extremities if I don't get out of bed fast enough – I think this is all natural and something she will grow out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm hoping the costume I buy her for Halloween will show her how much I care and help us bond more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuBkVuwnSgI/AAAAAAAAN3k/vd6jqr7lr7A/s1600-h/996213289_47a065e3cd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuBkVuwnSgI/AAAAAAAAN3k/vd6jqr7lr7A/s400/996213289_47a065e3cd_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395422678081817090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25566450-3526056754495635234?l=occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/3526056754495635234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25566450&amp;postID=3526056754495635234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/3526056754495635234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25566450/posts/default/3526056754495635234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsuperheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-my-kitten-lets-me-know-she-needs-to.html' title='How My Kitten Lets Me Know She Needs To Be Fed'/><author><name>Valerie D'Orazio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083468076834391732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09079677617388164923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3SZ5Tu916o/SuBkxxXikII/AAAAAAAAN3s/Ao_LPpsSyuQ/s72-c/3940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>