Truth That Goes Crunch

So, Axe, they of the incredibly sexist ads, are publishing a "graphic novel" for their latest product, Axe Anarchy.

Its creative awfulness is only exceeded by the classic fruit pie comics - if fruit pies caused excessive fucking instead of curing hunger.

*sealclap of joy*

That is all.

Q-Pop, a gallery in Little Tokyo, is running a Kamen Rider vs Super Sentai show, and the art looks fantastic.

Some of the pieces are up for sale here: I'm this close to buying the Big One print.

So, Google+ - who's on, who wants to be on, who wants to connect to a person who posts next to nothing?

In other news, I finally finished my essay on the impact of trans vlogs in portraying trans men on film: Part 1 and Part 2. Also, a new QWB episode with a (now outdated) discussion of callout culture and setting in indie games.

Beyond work, I've mostly been watching my way through Master Keaton, the anime adaption of one of Naoki Urasawa's earlier manga. The show really only works because of Keaton's non-detective charm, but even so, I feel like it's the lost gem of Urasawa's work for English speakers (the manga was never officially translated).

And for my own amusement - Podcasts I Subscribe To/Like: ( 50 shows under the cut, from politics to pop culture. )

I'm getting rid of some stuff, and figured I'd offer it up here. Prices are negotiable, if need be. Shipping will be calculated for whole packages and then added to total price. All items come from a house with one cat, who has currently flopped her furry body all over my book pile.

( DVDs, VHS, and mostly books )

Things That Are Horrifying Me Today: Clarence Thomas's dissent in Brown v. EMA. Scalia writes a very good majority opinion--when Scalia's on your side, he's great (it's just that he's never on my side*)--but the real "standout" is Thomas's valiant defense of Puritan Family Values:

"The historical evidence shows that the founding generation believed parents had absolute authority over their minor children and expected parents to use that authority to direct the proper development of their chil-dren. It would be absurd to suggest that such a society understood “the freedom of speech” to include a right to speak to minors (or a corresponding right of minors toaccess speech) without going through the minors’ parents. The founding generation would not have considered it an abridgment of “the freedom of speech” to support parental authority by restricting speech that bypasses minors’ parents."

Justice Clarence Thomas: Reverse Time Traveler!

*In this case, see the opening bit of Scalia's rebuttal of Thomas: "He cites no case, state or federal, supporting this view, and to our knowledge there is none. Most of his dissent is devoted to the proposition that parents have traditionally had the power to control what their children hear and say."

Shorter Scalia: Dude, that's bullshit and you know it.

...don't see Becoming Chaz. Don't. If I were playing Trans Documentary Drinking Game, I'd be wasted. There's "being trapped in a female shell," there's baby pictures, there's testosterone shots, there's "courage." Oh and there's RuPaul. Randomly. It's the exact kind of documentary Still Black exists to not be.

Also, bonus use of "retarded" as a pejorative in the first three minutes of the documentary--by Bono!

1.

Friday Night: I am going to suck, because you have come home with a 100° F fever and are now bedridden and hacking.
Me: Thanks, and fuck you.
Cat: *observes me prone in the bed* I want to be petted. Here, I will shove the furriest part of my body into your snotty nose and face.
Me: Feline, you are going to regret this in a couple minutes.
Minutes: We pass.
Me: *starts hacking and wheezing directly into feline fur*
Cat: *shocked and horrified, shoots off bed* Why, I never!
Me: Yeah, well I warned you.
Process: I repeat myself two more times. Cat begins to understand my workings the third time.

2.

Tuesday Morning: Normally, I would suck because you're still kind of sick and wheezy, but I am also the start of a snow day, which is pretty awesome.
Me: *burrows deeper into covers, ignores world*
Cat: *saunters over* I request to be petted.
My Arm: I'm going to reluctantly snake out from under the covers because my owner inadvisably thinks you're kind of cute, half-heartedly rub you several times, then hide back under the covers.
Cat: Such petting will not suffice--I know when I am being placated. I shall flop on your face until I receive my due.
Me: Feline, we have been over--
Cat: I shall flop with the utmost dignity. *promptly flops down, misjudges available flopping space, and slides off bed*
Cat: Clearly, this means you are not worthy to pet me. *saunters off*

3.

Tuesday Afternoon: Eh, I'm alright. There is hot cocoa and a blanket on the couch.
Me: *reads book for class*
Cat: You have the kneading blanket. I require it to knead on. Additionally, I require you to pay attention to me. *cautiously mounts my cramped stomach-to-knees space and begins kneading*
Me: This is unusual! You never want to sit on my lap. Is my snowbound existence softening your resistance? Does the kitty want pettings? Yes, the kitty does. (Ed. Note - Avery does in fact speak to The Feline in this manner. There may be a mildly embarrassing unintentional audio recording of him doing so.)
Cat: I require no more attention. *leaves stomach-to-knee area*
Me: Aww, why did the kitty leave?
Biological Processes: We announce it might be a good time to take a shit.
Me: *passes cat food bowl on the way to the bathroom, sees it is empty* Oh.
Cat: *walks past* Yeah, genius.

4.

Wednesday Morning: Snow Day #2! And you have been productive!
Me: Fuck, I need to put my bills in the mail. And take out the trash. Fuck. It's cold outside. *beings dressing to leave apartment* Feline, it's cold outside! And I have to put my boots on! (Ed. Note - The Boots wish it be made known that being both steel-toed and waterproof, they are actually pretty cool.)
Cat: Yeah, and? *returns to licking self*
Me: But. Cold. 10° F!
Cat: *sleeping*
Me: ...appreciate the vote of confidence there.

However, I have not yet crafted clothing for The Feline, so I'll consider this an accomplishment.

If you haven't yet read it, check out Greg Pak's Vision Machine mini. It's not jaw-dropping good, but it's an well-developed exercise in a futuristic rendering of what the future of media consumption might be like, without tools like OpenSource or Creative Commons. I think the end is 100% SF cop-out, but the rest is worth a look. Recommended followup reading is Cory Doctrow's Content.

And if you must remind yourself of our current internet, there is Dot Dot Dot.

You Know It. It follows you throughout Youtube. It violently assaults your understanding of English grammar, slaughters spelling. It appears to have been typed through the repeated bashing of one's head upon an innocent keyboard.

It is That Comment, now read aloud with epic typography.