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Just want to plug a musician who came into my radar because she shares my name:
http://www.myspace.com/kelliraepowell
Kelli Rae Powell -- a New York based musician, so it seems appropriate enough recommending her here. She sounds a bit like Katherine Whalen, the female singer of the Squirrel Nut Zippers, and her music has a similar retro-vibe. People who dig that kinda thing should check her out. Tell her that her brother Jason sent you.
Whose idea was the whole underwear on the outside thing anyway? Did it have something to do with ballet? (I mean superhero comics, not last Saturday.)
J
Strong man costumes from the circus, I believe.
Could someone explain to me the the actual origin of the term platnoic? Because if I love a guy the same way that Plato did, I'm certain it wouldn't be platonic.
Plato's Socrates says that ideal love has no sexual component -- because you are supposed to love ideas not bodies. At best bodies are part of a ladder that leads you to ideas. But ideal love is not physical -- so Platonic friendship is friendship with no sex.
The key thing to remember is that the "Plato" in "Platonic" refers not so much to the philosopher (about whom there were legends of his loving boys physically) as to the philosophy.
Aha. Thanks. The more you know. :D
Though I have had philosophy in school (a little less than two years ago), the idea that it might refer to his philosophy and not his person managed to elude me.
Any response to this "review"?
http://www.washingtontimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070915/ENTERTAINMENT/109150013/1007&template=nextpage
Shameless plugging here - I've got a truckload of reviews at my blog.
www.marcscomichut.blogspot.com
Also, that "review" wouldn't load - what was it?
Its a review of "Batman and Son":
Popular comics scribe Grant Morrison teamed up with artist Andy Kubert this year to give the Dark Knight a new focus since his return to Gotham with a son from his liaison with criminal mastermind Talia al Ghul.
This hardcover trade paperback compiles issues of Batman Nos. 655 to 658 and 663 to 666 to reunite hero and offspring while reminding readers of the Bat's complicated life.
Mr. Morrison takes readers on a scattered whirlwind of plot points, disguised as a coherent story, that finds the Joker taking a bullet to the face, Bruce Wayne acting as James Bond, Kirk Langstrom returning (with thugs turned into Ninja Man-bats) and Batman having a nearly back-breaking encounter with a Bane wannabe.
Also, the book introduces the Bat's new best pal, a 14-year-old, cliche-ridden tyke named Damian, who is a violent reminder of his dad's past and hangs around only long enough to make his life miserable.
remember that this is a comic book. Yet right in the middle of this epic, readers are forced to switch to a short story. That means text, lots of text. Sure, it's embellished with artist John Van Fleet's digital modeling style, but that only serves to scramble the focus further.
Mr. Morrison returns to his favorite home for the criminally insane, Arkham Asylum, to check in with a very disturbed Joker and see how plastic surgery can adjust one's attitude, not for the better.
The writer's prose-heavy structure must be digested calmly, reread and again digested for the reader to find a payoff to the tale of revenge and horror. As a passing note, those who are creeped out by clown images will need to have the story read to them.
To offer a bit of closure to the Damian arc, Batman No. 666 concludes the trade book and places Bat-boy in the role of Caped Crusader 15 years in the future, revealing how little changes in the life of a vigilante. Mr. Morrison's sweeping story structure might lend itself better to another round with an X-Men series.
Thankfully, Mr. Kubert's art greatly overshadows the writing throughout as he attacks pages with vibrant color and a blend of styles that initially resurrect Neal Adams' glory days and Jim Aparo's Ten Nights of the Beast but eventually settle into his own familiar, award-winning brilliance.
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Mr. Morrison takes readers on a scattered whirlwind of plot points, disguised as a coherent story, that finds the Joker taking a bullet to the face, Bruce Wayne acting as James Bond, Kirk Langstrom returning (with thugs turned into Ninja Man-bats) and Batman having a nearly back-breaking encounter with a Bane wannabe."
FUCKING NINJA MAN BATS!!!
Yes!
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