Wrong Son Died!

This whole "getting back home" thing is proving to be a bit more of an adventure than I'd planned.

Henchgirl's been sick for the past week and a half, I'm fighting a fever myself, the front tire has a slow leak that will require finding a Dodge dealership somewhere along the way, and now, we're about to head to the Texas panhandle which is now in the midst of an ice storm. A fucking ice storm, with ice falling from the sky. In Texas. Is madness, I tells ya! *coughs weakly*

But ah, it is the life of an artist, being kicked around by the world! *Alas!gesture* Is it any wonder that we creative types are given to all manner of slow self-destruction? I should be careful, lest I start going down the dark road to such troubled geniuses as this:

"Weird: The Al Yankovic Story" from Aaron Paul

Fake trailers would almost never work if the concepts were extended to feature length, but I'd pay good money to see this as a film. Then again, I speak as one of the only people to outright love WALK HARD: THE DEWEY COX STORY.

Meandering Bat-Rants

Every so often, I feel like I need to do a list weighing the things I love and hate about modern superhero comics, to figure out if it's really worth the emotional and/or financial investment anymore. I'm still very much in the pro camp, but damn, it's like every week, something else comes out to anger the blood.

( Like, take this past week's BATMAN for example (and all of BATMAN from the past year, actually, including Winick's run), with a dash of Grant Morrison ranting... )

Short Film: PLASTIC BAG, w/ Werner Herzog

Werner Herzog narrates a short film about a plastic bag traveling through the post-apocalyptic wasteland looking for its maker. If you can find 18 minutes and 33 seconds to put aside, I urge you to do so with this.