naladahc | tripping along the golden path

I find it funny that last night I was IM'n with Jeremy about the Silver Age pre-1986 flavors of Kryptonite that existed.

I can't recall why this discussion occurred. I think it had to do with the Earth-D Matt-L or something.

But anyway.

I find it funny that today I read an update on Smallville over at Comics Continuum and "silver kryptonite" will be introduced.

Clark (Tom Welling) is exposed to silver kryptonite, causing him to have paranoid delusions. The silver kryptonite makes him believe that Chloe (Allison Mack) is going to reveal his secret...

That's what it should be!

And then 40 minutes into the episode the munchies hit and Clark devours massive amounts of peanut butter, marshmallow cream, and Catfish Biff's pizza.

Man oh man it has been a long time since I delved into Silver Age comics and the origin and history of the Silver Age version of Superman's foe Brainiac is just utterly hurty on the mind.

There's just so much pacing that happens during comics of the 50s. I mean, in 1 or 2 panels you get more movement in time and story (typically due to exposition) than in most modern comics. It actually hurts to read them sometimes.

Take for example the Computer Tyrants of Colu activating Brainiac and giving him a "son" so that he'd appear human. For some reason the tyrants tag the son on the hand as Brainiac II but over the course of just 2 panels (and obviously the white space in between) he runs away.

That's some damn fast action! And in the frigg'n panel the tyrants also give Brainiac his mission that will bring him into conflict with Superman decades later (and introduce the utter lameness of Kandor).

Hell. If I could get away with Silver Age story-telling I could probably have finished Transformers: Splintered and my series of children's books.

So yesterday I was getting bitchy about the whole non-compatible Digital Rights Management (DRM) schemes employed for music purchased online and so forth.

Today I read in The Register this great little tidbit about Sony's DRM on their new CDs.

Sure it is ignored if you use a CD player but put the things in a computer and you invite all kinds of bad craziness.

And according to the article, some of this shit is blatanlty hacker-like and nefarious.

The Sony CD creates a hidden directory and installs several of its own device drivers, and then reroutes Windows systems calls to its own routines. It intercepts kernel-level APIs, but then attempts to disguise its presence, using a crude cloaking technique.

Disingenuously, the copy restriction binaries were labelled "Essential System Tools".

But the most disturbing part of the tale came when Russinovich ran his standard rootkit-removal tool on the post-Sony PC.

"Users that stumble across the cloaked files with a RKR scan will cripple their computer if they attempt the obvious step of deleting the cloaked files," he writes.

Which puts it in an entirely different class of software to the copy restriction measures we've seen so far, which can be disabled by a Post-It note. Until specialist tools arrive to disinfect PCs of this particular measure.

I hate computers and electronics more and more every single day.

And in other news, ...Security researchers have identified a rootkit being spread through AOL's popular instant messaging client...

Yay!!!

So when I got my gym membership I did so with the understanding that I would get 50% of that back with my organization's "fitness reimbursement" program.

I was supposed to get around $264.11 back.

Today I get a check back for $159.39.

They treat the reimbursement as taxable fucking INCOME!!! And taxed at one helluva fucking higher rate to boot!

So I got taxed when I got the membership by the state of Ohio and then I fucking get taxed AGAIN when I get reimbused for the suppsed benefit that is part of my working here.

WHAT THE FUCK!!!

Yes. I suppose I should be happy I get something back to begin with.

But man... fuck it!

And then I read...

DeLay, the former House Majority leader accused of money laundering and conspiracy in a campaign finance scheme, contends Perkins cannot give him a fair trial because the judge has given to Democratic candidates and causes.

Since judges are elected in Texas, they can contribute to candidates and political parties. DeLay's attorney Dick DeGuerin said no one contends Perkins did anything wrong, but "to protect the integrity" of the judicial system, Perkins should not preside over a trial for someone to whom he is opposed politically.

Two party systems in which both parties give the finger on a regular basis to those who "elect" them is pretty much a horrible thing isn't.

You are all scum. Every fucking last one of you political whores.

And I think I despise you all more for the fact that you make me litter my language with f-bombs more than any other group of people ever have.

Dregs! The lot of you!

And not only Manogram™, but Prosty the Spokesgland© is copyrighted too. There's absolutely no risk of confusing Prosty the Spokesgland© with Nala's Enlarged And Bitchy Prostate of Non-Love™l©. None at all thanks to that little glyph there.

Thanks to Pongo's owner I feel safe and happy in the comfort that the Ad Med Tech Foundation is watching out for my prostate health with the witty animated Prosty the Spokesgland©.

One more time... and we're dating!

While I can't apologize for my massive increase of the word Fuck here in print (or onscreen I suppose) I can defiintely say it is caused by christo-fascists political punditry mostly and leave it at that.

I'm getting a cold too. That sucks some mighty big balls.

I felt it hit me last night but was hoping it was just some minor head congestion.

But I'm knocked up on Pseudedphedrine and have been taking some Genairiborne today so hopefully I can fend this off until December.

I have way too much to do over the next 3 weeks before we have company for Thanksgiving and all.

Hell. I don't even know if we'll celebrate Life Day '06 yet. If so we won't be pulling The Star Wars Holiday Special out of the vaults this year. That much is certain.

Perhaps Spiderbabe would be in order. I'm taking suggestions for extremely good shitty films to use for this year's Life Day and web-shooting vaginas aren't appropriate for everyone.

It is so hard to keep him from popping up but he's back at it.

Jesus has decided to manifest himself in a wardrobe in Romania. And this time... he's brought friends.

Yup.

Valeriu Junie, 66, says he spotted the holy trio about a year ago while watching TV. The epiphanised Junie recalled: "I turned on the light and saw the image of Jesus in the middle and those of St Peter and St Paul on the sides. I didn't say a word to anyone for a few weeks but then the images started to become clearer everyday. I decided to call the priests and since then lots of people come to my house to see the miracle."

All I gotta say is Mike's podcasts are some of the best constructed I've ever listened to.

Of course, having that background in radio gives him an edge that I wish others would have.

Sometimes listening to the TF and comic podcasts becomes a lesson in frustration.

Yes. It is cool that people are creating and contributing such content to the web. But sometimes, there is such a thing as "worse than amateur" and there are a few podcasts I've totally dropped because of it.

And Mike manages to successfully incorporate a lot of video blogs into this entries too. It's a good thing.

Grrr. I hate when CSS doesn't work right. And I noticed that in my recent use of blockquote tags things get screwed up and then some other style gets applied or totally goes browser bonkers.

So. This'll be fun for the currently mentally burnt-out Nala to solve.

Joy.

So Rome is back on HBO after a week's hiatus and man oh man... what goodness!

We started out with a suicide, then a mercy killing slash to the throat, then we upped the ante towards the end by some Octavian and Octavia incest action. Woah!

Octavia was seducing Octavian for information and the coolest thing is he knew it all along and as soon as they were done rutting and having a "pillow talk" moment he calls her on it! Damn!

Earlier in the episode Caesar even asks Octavian what he would do if they were in the other's shoes and then follows Octavian's advice.

I just love the fact that Octavian is portrayed in such a critically observing and knowledgable light. It does so much for me to see it as fictionalized history but at the same time it is excellent forshadowing of events to come with Octavian's rise to become one of the greatest men in Western history!!

I thrive on this kinda stuff. I really do!

My god I am so frigg'n all over the place I even impress myself sometimes.

This advert for the Sony Bravia is excellent. [via]

It has San Francisco! It has a lack of flat geography! It has balls!

What more can you want from an advert?

Ya know. I don't think I should be so concerned about my gut.

This guy is obviously proud of his.

Wait. Scratch that. I'm sorry. I don't want to see that and I wouldn't want anybody to see my gut either.

Clothing. It does a body good.

Ewwww. I forgot home much I really don't like Frank Miller's art style anymore.

Thank you Frank for reminding me.

Today's adventure into my web server statistics have have shown that naladahc.com has been the search result for those looking for...

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But "walmarts strainer for hair"???

And aren't all msn names depressing?

And plastic crack dot net ended up as a result for "jay kulpa". You all know I'm Jay Kulpa's #3 fan and all. Hell. I named my entire back bedroom after him.

I really do need to use the stats to fix the missing graphics files and such.

I have absolutely no need for any USB flash drives but this may need to be purchased to store just one thing on it: the worlds worst pr0n picture ever (whatever that may be)!

I find the tought of this thing containing only 1 file and that file being the most bizarre and strange thing ever to be utterly fascinating.

I'll then bury it deep in the ground so that one day, thousands of years later, an anthropologist will dig it up and wonder "what the fuck?!?!".

I've always wondered what happens in the House of Love after I leave for work.

What exactly does Hensley do other than lay in his bed all day? Does Chester just lay on the bed being an asshole all day resting so he can annoy us when were are home? And Ziggy? Is he just in the chair or does he go elsewhere.

One question was just answered by the email I just received from Giga...

10 minutes after you left, that little bastard climbed the stairs and started eating the cat food. i couldnt figure out what the hell that sound was... and I got up... but it was dark and my vision was still fuzzy... then i realized it wasnt a cat at the food bowls.

my stern "Hensley!" sent him running downstairs to hide behind the couch until after I showered, and then I fed him (a tiny bit less than usual, simply because he'd eaten some already), and then (as usual) let him out. He ended up hiding again afterward.

He's always played the "I won't go on the furniture when you are around" game. We know this due to the sounds that can be heard when you walk in or sometimes come down the stairs to the first floor.

If from another room you hear the "ba-dump" sound you know it is 22 pounds of short-haired black and tan dachshund jumping off of the couch or chair because he knows he's not allowed on the furniture. It is of course easily confirmed by placing a hand on the fabric to feel the heat in the location where the Hoont formerly was illegally laying.

But I never ever suspected he would go up the stairs. I have never actually seen him climb the stairwell. He'll go down if carried upstairs for baths and such but we worked very diligently when he was a puppy to instill in him a fear of climbing the hardwood steps. And for the past 7 years I assumed it had worked.

Obviously not.

I've thought the cat food was safe on the landing but obviously not.

And... this may explain some of the bizarre puke lately.

Now this is pretty cool from a certain point of view.

But it does indeed open up vast social concerns for the use of donors.

I just love the fact that the internet exists purely for you and I to be exposed to such gems as Chris's Invincible Super-Blog: The Leisure Suit: A Riverdale Original. [originally via]

Now I will admit that back in the 70s as a child I would occasionally pick up this or that Archie comic. My choices in Lagrainka were very limited and I could only get comics at Lane's Drugstore, Mike's Carry-Out, and of all places this Polish owned-and-operated hardware store next to Urbanski Funeral Home on Lagrange Street of all places.

What's strange is that I can remember back then exactly what comics I bought at which store. That's some bad craziness there. There are times I can't even remember a conversation I supposedly had with Giga 2 days ago yet I can remember buying Micronauts #12 and Archie comics at the place next to the funeral home in 1978!

Bad frigg'n craziness!!!

And what's even more bizarre is the fact that I grew up in Lagrainka but no family member of mine ever was laid out at Urbanski Funeral Home at all. My entire family line, with the expection of my Cio Cio Nini, used Gasiorowski Funeral Home next to St. Adalbert's.

But my family's use of funeral homes in Lagrainka is a blog entry for another time.

What was I writing about?

Oh yeah. The Archie wearing the Liesure suit thing.

Archie Comics is like the strange bastard step-child of the entire comics industry to me. It always has been.

I don't consider them "independent" comics but they obviousy are since they aren't published by the 2 mainstream comics companies but at the same time I wouldn't call them "alternative" either but the line clearly is. I guess it has to do with the fact that Archie has been around since December 1941 when he first appeared in Pep Comics and no other independent or alternative comics have really survived 64 years if they weren't published by Marvel (nee Timely and Atlas) or DC Comics (nee All-American, Detective, etc.).

Archive and his Riverdale gang are basically non-offensive and also non-funny books aimed at some demographic that no longer exists and could care less about them.

Archie Comics are very good for one thing though. They are definitely steeped in the time period the characters exist at when published. In the 50s they looked 50s. In the 60s they looked 60s. And with the rise of the Leisure suit in the 70s Archie himself adorned his body with the polyester wonder.

And like Chris Sims says in the entry... that is so like going to a Hallowe'en party dressed as Charles Nelson Reilly.

But I still get a creepy gay vibe from Archive, Reggie, Jughead, and especially Moose.

So...

One SeaGate landlord could lose skyscraper (via The Toledo Blade)

The foreclosure notice by Newkirk Master Limited Partnership of Boston, coupled with the departure next summer of Owens-Illinois Inc.’s global headquarters, paints a troubled picture for the building and creates a psychological blow for downtown.

True. I don't keep up like I should with Glass City politics and business but man oh man... I remember when that building went up in the hey-days of the late 70s and early 80s revival of downtown Toledo. The mere fact that Owens-Illinois was still in Glass City was an amazing thing. Of course, by 1989 downtown Toledo was a ghost town again and few businesses really made a difference.

With OI in bankruptcy and such there's just nothing of substance down there business-wise.

Sure. Toledo has restaurants and that new Mud Hen's stadium (it is pretty cool) but such things doesn't not a city make.

Why oh why do I find myself continually drawn back to caring for Glass City and Lagrainka?

Wow! On the way home for lunch today I was able to get gas for $2.07/gallon.

I can't remember the last time I got gasoline that cheap.

I figured at that price it won't go lower so I might as well top off the tank.

In other news I've been slowly getting sick all week.

There's definitely something brewing in my sinuses. It sucks.

I've got to get the rest of the Jay Kulpa Suite primed. The walls and most of the baseboard trim have a coat of primer on them now but I really need do do a 2nd coat on the seams, door frame, and ceiling areas.

But my head is killing me so I don't know what I'll end up doing tonight.

If by some chance I get hit by a bolt of lighting and bathed in chemicals, bitten by a radioactive spider, hit by cosmic and/or gamma rays, or quite possibly meet a wizard deep in a magic tunnel I hope I'm granted the power of deus ex machina.

That's all I really need.

See. People would have problems with things and evil and stuff and I'd walk in the room and everything would turn out right.

That'd be balls cool.

Take a moment today and think about Laika, the first living creature from this planet, thrust into space on board Sputnik II 48 years ago today.

She died after a few hours once in orbit.

The Soviets never quite admitted until rather recently (1998) that Laika died so quickly.

We should never ever forget the little things.

The ceiling of the Jay Kulpa Suite™ of the House of Love™ III has its first coat of paint on it.

The walls have some additional primer as well.

I'm thinking that I'm going to buy a better ceiling paint tomorrow for the 2nd coat.

One thing that I can say is that I'm not getting freaked out about how good or bad I'm doing painting. I've accepted the fact that the walls and ceilings of many rooms of this 90+ year old house are plaster and very old and have been painted and repaired many times.

After all the patching and sanding I did this summer it really burnt me when I saw the living room had all cracked again in exactly the places that were cracked before. There's no point in getting worked up about it really.

The only way that this would not happen would be for all the plaster to be ripped down and the walls and ceilings totally be redone. That will not be done by me here in this residence at any time in the future.

So. Clean coat of paint. Hope the cracks don't get worse. And that's that.

I'm guessing that the 2nd floor ceiling cracks are worse because I am in the attic a lot. In fact, many of the ceiling cracks in the Jay Kulpa Suite™ are directly under where my computer and chair are so no doubt my rolling above has caused or worsened existing things.

I will say that the sanding on the walls seems to have improved them. I went over parts of them with my hand and the primer smoothed out a lot of the shitty lesbian-painted crap. Shame on those ladies in comfortable shoes who did such a shitty job in this room. But all their disintegrating roller bits are gone and such.

I feel confident that once the 2 or 3 coats of wall paint go up, the 2 coats of semi-gloss trim, and the ceiling touch-up is done the room will at least look nice. The carpet is shitty and we'll probably clean it good but other than that it has to stay.

So. I'll work again tomorrow but I really need Saturday and Sunday day light to work in there. Daylight Savings Time's disappearance has made a big difference in a room without a ceiling light. I needs me all the daylight I can muster.

I never joined the Depeche Mode fan club.

I never joined the Pink Floyd fan club.

I'm not to be found on the Peter Gabriel fan club roster either.

But how I loves me some Courtney P.!

(Hmmm... now I was Erik Hensley's, the All-Being Master of Time, Space, and Dimension, #1 fan for years. Does being a fan club of one count?)

*sigh*

I miss San Francisco.

I love airborne cats.

Thanks to a worldy and beneficial San Franciscan I now know what a banana is. I had only heard the perjorative term "twinkie" previously so my negative vocabulary is now +1.

And I have once again fallen in love with UrbanDictionary.com.

I had forgotten about this site. What a great time waster.

I'm very happy that the Polish are well-represented here with such terms as: Polish Bike Ride, Polish Broadway Show, Polish Falcon, Polish sixpack, Polish twins, Polish thunderstorm, and my personal favorite Polish Lemonade Stand.

But I think Retardo Montalban could move up in the charts of my inner monologue pretty fast.

And vaginamite? Pure gold.

Ya know... I just don't care.

Unfortunately today I am stuck without being able to listen to yesterday's Howard so it was either talk radio or actual craptastic local radio.

I'm stuck listening to the horrible Blitz morning show and my god I feel dirty, vulgar, and fat (but that's not necessarily because of the radio show).

This kind of show, fueled by lame ass Ohio Sate Buckeyes football shit and low-level rural redneck humor, just doesn't make my day feel healthy.

I never feel this way with the Stern show humor that most would find low-level. That is something that my inner monologue will need to analyze a bit more.

The Blitz's Grego is aimlessly grating, Shannon is just a talking vagina with no purpose, and Mo, the only redeeming thing on the show, comes off as a really bad oreo to me to the point I just want to bang my head on the monitor and put bleach in my ears.

I'd rather suffer through the way-past their prime Wags & Elliot on QFM96 but I can't seem to get a steady signal in my office. NCI's Morning Zoo crap is only a step above the Blitz shit so I'll pass on that.

Cowtown radio... your music and personality wasteland...

I guess I'll go back to listening to a stream of the horrible Springer on the Radio.

There are times when that 20GB iPod actually makes sense. Expensive sense. But sense nonetheless.

You bored too? Of course you are. You are reading naladahc.com.

So entertain yourself by learning how corn becomes corn syrup.

All the cool people know.

I have to go take a leak now before I head to a meeting.

So over the past week or so I've been reading the San Francisco Chronicle's Lethal Beauty series about the number of people who commit suicide by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge.

There's this movement to erect a suicide barrier on the bridge and I guess I think it is all pretty much crazy talk. Of course, suicide and "crazy talk" probably go hand-in-hand with much of the public's perception of it all.

Yes. There are many people out there that feel that suicide is a valid option.

I speak from some experience since 13 years ago I was right there with them and know the thoughts intimately.

But by merely making something more of an obstacle doesn't mean that the person is going to not attempt suicide elsewhere.

Is it the City and the State's job to make sure that the suicidal don't act on their thoughts? Is it the taxpayer's responsibility to make sure that such things as bridges and cliffs and other high elevated areas are "protected" from the tiny minute percentage of the population that has issues to deal with and may (or may not) use a given location to end their life?

I just think the amount of time and money on such a thing as "barrier prevention" is wasted and it could be much better spent on those who are living without intent to commit suicide.

When it comes to ending one's life, I don't give a damn what psychologists and such think. There are three types of people who think about suicide: #1 the ones that go over the precipice and kill themselves, #2 the ones that dangle on the precipice but something pulls them back, and #3 the ones that use suicide for pure and simple attention because they have a lot of issues in general.

While there may be some basic so-called early warning signs, a person that will fall into #1 will fall into #1 and will kill themselves and will succeed. I have nothing wrong with this nor do I have pity on those that do. You have to understand me on this. Having been a #2 I understand the #1 types at a level that gives their acts a sense of honor and dignity that so many would think horrid but it isn't. There is no magic religious bullshit clouding my thoughts and emotions on the matter. It is a completely amoral act to me. You either commit suicide or you do not. Your reasons for doing so are your own really.

The number #2 group, and I believe there are many of us out there, were seconds away from being in the #1 group. But something either inside of us or external to us put us on different paths. Most of us don't talk about it because we find the means to cope with what lead us to almost become #1s and move on. I think that many of us still constantly teeter on that precipice but the shere fact we still live means that our little mental ghost worlds are strong enough to prevent us from going over.

The #2s in the world need to get together, openly talk about the moment we turned back, and then severely beat the shit out of the #3s. We should give them nightmares and pain that would make them wish they were the #1s. And the thing is that the #3s know this to be true. That is their ultimate failure. They are nothing more than charade. And deep down they know it and they know that the rest of the world knows it too.

What did any of this have to do with the Golden Gate Bridge?

Well. It is my favoritest bridge in the whole world. The Golden Gate itself is one of my favoritest areas in the world. It is in some incredible way a wonderful place to end one's life given that there are a helluva lot worse places. Hell, I want my own ashes to be thrown off the west side of the bridge out into the Pacific.

But putting up a barrier to stop someone from killing themselves by jumping off it isn't going to stop those people from killing themselves.

I'm sorry.

It may make you feel better and help you to live with those "poor folks" that will jump but it won't make much difference.

I managed to get a couple of hours or so of work done on the Jay Kulpa Suite™.

The 1st coat of Two To Tango is up.

It is drying a little bit darker but it is most definitely more orange than the paint swatch. But it'll work. It has to now since there's a whole damn coat of it.

It'll do.

Gonna put roman shades up too. Probably grey or a add a third color into the room.

Today's lovely list of searches that resulted in naladahc.com coming up:

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I should start heating up some soup.

The big question is do I go and rent Steam Boy or not.

I really want to see it and since today's another damn OSU home football game I can't risk leaving the my house. I can at least walk down to North Campus Video and rent some things. Even dirty movies too.

Well kids the second coat of Two To Tango is on the walls.

And surprisingly it looks pretty good.

It'll happen. Just probably not this week.

*sigh*

It just won't die.

It really needs to disappear for 15 years.

No new content. No replaying.

Let it become a part of history and nostalgia.

Please. Paramount. Please.

Asian report Tricia Takanawa Connie Chung and her Paternity Testing Husband Maury Povich to have own MSNBC show. (NYTimes)

Connie doesn't seem to do well anymore. In my world she kind of disappeared after the ill-fated tag team duo with Dan Rather on the CBS Evening News back in the 90s. Apparently she had some show as late as 2003 on CNN but I must have been on Earth 2 then or something.

I've always liked the Chungster though.

Would I watch a show that, according to the article, is a "a review of the week's news that will fuse elements of "Meet the Press," the defunct "Crossfire" and "The Daily Show"? Maybe. Maybe not.

Grrr... the last batch of paint I poured and applied last night doesn't look right. It stands out from the other paint.

What the fuck?

Either it didn't get mixed well at Lowes, I didn't mix it well before I poured it into the tray, or there's definitely evil afoot.

But seeing the walls in the sunlight makes it obvious something went wrong. So... looks like I'll be doing a 3rd coat. Joy.

Tonight I'll need to get the light off and that area sanded. It also appears that the more expensive roller I was using last night, for fear of the cheaper ones leaving fabric bits, indeed left its own crap on some areas. So spot sanding will need to be done too.

I was so hoping I could just do the area by the light and be done with it. Of course, that's too much to ask.

So. I'll get my mess of hair cut. I'll go home. I'll rake up the front yard. Then I'll start on the sanding and 3rd coat.

Fun.

So the 2.5 hours I spent raking up the front yard has done me in tonight. It wasn't so much the raking but the crawling on my hands and knees to shove leaves into the bags did me in. There shall be no painting tonight I'm afraid. My knees are dead.

I've got about 14 big ass mega bags of leaves filled and I'd say there are probably enough leaves on the tree and with assorted other raking and shoveling to fill 3 more bags or so. And that's not counting anything in the back yard yet.

Tomorrow I'll paint a 3rd coat on the bedroom and get the taping of the windows done.

So DC Comics will be producing a new mini-series called Sgt. Rock: The Prophecy.

Now I can hear you saying " Why the hell would anybody care about Sgt Rock and the boys of Easy Company in 2005?"

Well. Because they aren't superheroes. That's why.

And because at 79 years old, one of the elder statesmen of comic illustration, Joe Kubert, is working on the character. Kubert is Sgt. Rock.

I have always loved Kubert's style. He has always had a subtle roughness and looseness to his line work that most modern illustrators try to avoid. Detail only where it is needed.

While I hate the comic industry multiple cover bullshit, I definitely think it is cool that DC is releasing the book with 3 covers. One by Joe Kubert, and ones by his sons Adam and Andy.

Kubert is one of those industry professionals that has always fascinated me. He started working in comics in 1938 when he was only 12 years old and has been chugging along cranking out art for 67 years. He's the quintessential military artist and I would love to see him work on a DC book about the Justice Society of America set in 1948 or so. As we would say in 1984... that'd be rad!

The top 3 search queries that result in naladahc.com the past few days just keep getting better.

Brent Corrigan now tops the list and I only mentioned him in a blog comment to somebody.

Stanley's market kielbasa has popped up. That's a new one. Next time I'm in Glass City I should write up a Stanley's Market Kielbasa Fan Page since I don't know how much longer Stanley's will exist. I have no doubt it'll fade away within the next 5 years. And that is a liberal number.

Someone was also looking up info about Bob Saget being cokeed too.

I find it amusing that the number of referral hits has increased a lot lately because of things I've recently blogged about but of course, my opinions are pointless drivel in the scheme of man, god and or gods, the universe, and coked up Bob Sagets. (Wouldn't it be cool if a coked up Bob Saget in fact created the universe and has incarnated himself to bring about a new reality. That'd be titz.)

How I loves me some strangeness.

So today is Election Day here in the Cowlands. I'll be heading to vote at lunch time.

Channel 10 did a whole thing this morning on all the new touch-screen units that are popping up but not a single thing was mentioned about all of the potential (and quite probable) fraud that can happen with these units. It was all "rah rah rah touch-screens are great" and all.

Total bullshit.

Just keep feeding the illusion beast people. The French have been doing it really well with their immigration situation these past 30 years and they are now realizing their illusion beast is crumbling too.

Anyhoo, on today's ballot we have a bunch of issues being sold together as a package about reforming the way elections are done. It is all smoke and mirrors with very little substance. Though I wouldn't mind seeing vermin taken out of the voting-control picture for the manipulations done in 2004. No doubt he'll find ways to manipulate 2006 so he can fuck the Cowlands over even more than he and the other whores have fucked it over the past 10 years. You can have your Republicans and Democrats. They are fall fucking worthless.

You can tell it is all worthless when everything is now distilled into 2 choices. Essentially the Republican whores are against these changes because it would affect their ability to manipulate elections in the future and the Democrat victims are for it because they are spineless useless bastards with little to run on other than not being Republican whores.

A great situation for the State of Ohio really. And Ohioans (and of course people all across this country) are all to blame.

And it is funny how practically on every single city and state issue it all just goes along party lines with Republican whores on one side and Democrat victims on the other.

Not a fucking original thought amongst the bunch. All utterly useless.

In a state with this many people, and in a country of millions, it is amazing how our vermin political masters have managed over the past 30 years to eliminate discussion and any deep critical thought on most things and distill everything down to us vs. them on every single issue and topic.

America is truly dead. Love live Murika.

See. I'm going to vote even though I know it is utterly pointless and useless.

I am merely one of the rabble.

You all know how I loves me some Phil Jimenez art and all.

But damn! I didn't realize how gay he is in conversation.

He's not like Liberace or Rip Taylor gay but he's got that "thing" in his voice that's the give away.

Well. It could be that or his bizarre fascination with Donna Troy's hair.

Holy crap!!! The Inquirer tracked down Everywhere Girl and she's on their podcast!!!

Woot!!!

I love the Everywhere Girl! She's the best known stock photo talent ever!

You can see she gets around.

Yes. Jabba The Hutt sits on my stove.

Have thee a problem with this?

I didn't think so.

Twenty-two years ago, if you'd a told a 13 year-old Glass City stuck Nala that a 9th-tier very obscure DC Comics character like Gnarrk would be appearing in a Teen Titans cartoon I would have said you were full of shit and probably verbally slammed your mother while I was at it.

But not only did Gnarrk have a starring role, they sorta-kinda folded in his Pre-Crisis comics relationship with Lilith into one with Kole, another relatively obscure created-to-be-killed-off character from the early 80s.

Total bad craziness.

The third coat is done. I've also made a bit of a mess (with a brush this time) and did a proper 3rd coat along the ceiling/wall angle. The fans are going and hopefully all will be well. I noticed 2 areas where the paint is bubbling for some reason. Hopefully this will disappear by tomorrow.

What sort of worries me is the pen line the lesbians used to make the hideous border straight along the wall. It just keeps coming back!!! I've sanded it, put 3 coats of primer on it, and basically 5 coats of the orange over it and yet every morning it reappears as if it was new. Pissing me off this line is!

Hopefully everything will look consistent this time. Tomorrow I'll tape the windows and remove the doors. I'm going to give the room a full 48 hours to dry before I tape off the ceiling/molding/trim lines. Probably head to Lowes again and look for a primer/paint that will cover the orange better than this el cheapo ceiling paint I currently have. I'm not so concerned about the trim since we have plenty of the semi-gloss ultra bright white and I estimated 3 coats anyway. The unfortuante drama of the ceiling is another matter.

I just want the ceiling done and to be working on the trim by Friday. Is that too much to ask?

Hmmm. I noticed something tonight.

I've slowly been getting comment spam again but it all gets filtered into the junk directory and deleted. I don't get much so I really haven't paid much attention to it but I noticed that the spammer vermin seem to be including an "rel" attribute in the A tags that says "rel=itsok".

I'm assuming this is some attempt at a counter measure the search engines put into place towards the beginning of the year to ignore all outgoing blog comment links that had "rel=nofollow" in them. And of course, with most of the blogging world updated with the auto nofollow code the vermin would have to try to do something with the spam that gets through kill files.

But I can't seem to find anything on the "rel=itsok" attribute value at all.

Anybody that work in the web IT field know?

Wow. I really haven't listened to it in a long long time but iTunes decided to play Enigma's MCMXC A.D. from 1992.

Fuck. I was 22 years old when this came out.

But this is still a damn fine album. I have many many fond memories of various states of mind derived from these tracks.

Then again, this was released right before The Dark Ages began.

The principles of lust... are easy to understand
Do what you feel... feel until the end
The principles of lust... are burnt in your mind
Do what you want... do it until you find love...

There's nothing quite as annoying as a ton of Japanese girls screaming at a lizard. [via]

Strike that. I've seen Japanese pr0nography. The girls are always whiney and screamy.

Now these 2 guys? Totally gay.

Man the Cowlands got hit with a major thunderstorm around 3am last night and quite frankly it sounded (and felt) like it was in a holding pattern right above the House of Love III.

I can't remember the last time I've heard a thunderstorm like that. We are having some unusual weather in the Cowlands with an unseasonably warm November so far but I don't recall big ass thunderstorms this late in the year.

Oh. And the 3rd coat of orange I did last night seems to be solid and looks pretty good. I'll give it a better visual going over after work today but I think I'm good. And I've got about 1/3 gallon left for touch up, additional around the light fixture, and more cover if that fucking lesbian border line reappears!!! I swear this damn line must be an image of Jesus or Mary that has been caught in some form of gravity vortex where the rules of special relativity apply and it appears as a line around the room to those of us in the room but because it is from a magic dimension leaking into this one so it cannot be covered up.

I'll head to Lowes at lunch to look at some really masculine manly opaque white coverups for the ceiling where I need to hide the orange marks. None of that girly cheap thin barely white primer or paint for me.

Alas, the rain that accompanied the storms has drenched the yard and leaves so I seriously doubt I'll be able to rake that shit up without making a total mess. Blarghhh!

Ugh! Nothing quite like DC releasing preview pages of Day of Vengeance: Infinite Crisis Special #1 and totally spoiling a storyline that hasn't resolved yet in the current books.

I've been thinking.

Perhaps it is time to move after all.

But not just out of the house. Perhaps out of the state. Perhaps out of the country.

What really is keeping me here?

The Hoont? Giger? Things?

I find my thoughts coming back to not wanting to be in, nor be a part of, this culture anymore.

I'm sick of magic. I'm sick of the undead. I'm sick of living in the shadow and face of those whose lives amount to nothing more than blind adoration of fearing.

Prince Charles and his new wife Camilla wrapped up their visit to the United States by touring a homeless shelter, a place where they truly have absolutely no fucking idea how bad it is to exist in and live in.

I love when the the wealthy go slumming for a photo-op.

At least Princess Di seems to have some empathy for it. Sure. It was all photo-ops. You didn't see her slumming and sleeping in the homeless shelters did you?

Ok. I'm not a gamer.

I've tried. I've even purchased a system or two.

But I get bored within 10 minutes or so with video games so I don't even bother.

But I read something today over at The Inquirer that even shocked me.

A PATENT may allow Sony to ensure that no game would be playable from any console other than the one in which it was first read.

Joystiq is reporting that this patent is the source of the many rumours that will mean as much to gamers as DRM is for music fans.

The technology would allow an authentication code to be read and then rendered unreadable, making the software unplayable on any machine but the one which first read it.

If such a thing occurs I can see gamers pissed off beyond all belief.

At the cost of some of these games, you can't even get rid of them if your $60 bought you a boring ass piece of shit.

That is some scary shit indeed.

Oh Corporate Digital Rights Management, your slaves are bent over awaiting your massive throbbing rape.

Well it was all about the taping and the stain-killer priming tonight.

The kind caring folk down in the hurricane-trashing lands of Juan Ponce de Leon have scored me some plastic cracky exclusive CostCo goodness!!!

Hopefully, I won't have to pay extra for the "special love" that Riley gave the box.

Thanks M and L!

I know that this probably won't have any lasting permanent effect on the DC Universe. Most company-crossover-world-shattering type stories rarely do.

But man oh man, I felt like Infinite Crisis #2 was written for an audience of one: me!

(spoilers ahead)

While I don't hate cats per se, I don't think I could ever have the same kind of relationship with a cat that I do with a dog.

I'm inherently not a cat person. I can enjoy their company but am pretty ambivalent to them.

I suppose that is why I find photos like this ultimately entertaining.

Cats just have the smug ass attitude that needs a good slap every now and then.

And dunking a cat in water seems to do it.

Scipio finds the best Golden Age comic panels to blog about.

I love Lois Lane's "chilly" word balloon too.

Comics were great one time. And can be again.

(Also, I love the fact that this Lois and this Clark are the same ones I blogged about earlier.)

I'm thinking of taking tomorrow off.

My knee hurts. I can get things done at home. I might even be able to go with Giga on his thrift store run and look for stuff.

I've got the time. Hell. I get a 4th week of vacation starting January 1.

Yes.

I think I will take off.

Oh yeah.

"You'll be amazed at what good standards we are about to pass," said John Bacon, conservative member from Olathe. "It's great for science and gets rid of a lot of the dogma."

At first it bothered me but then I just realized it was that little part of me that cared for the well-being of strangers and others that was putting up a fight.

Now that I pretty much don't give a shit about anybody anymore it makes it all easy.

I mean seriously. We are talking Kansas here. No big deal. Never has been. Never will. All that should concern people is that corporate farms still keep chugging out grains and such so they can be processed into other things. The people of Kansas aren't important. They can be replaced by immigrant workers who don't care one way or the other since they are at least not in their own miserable countries of origin.

I like to think the new curriculum is a good thing because it will allow other changes to occur.

What I want is Kansas to look at the physics curriculum to see if it addresses issues such as resurrection thermodynamics and anti-gravity. With certain individuals having ascended to invisibile realms, they obviously defied gravity and other laws of physics to do this. This must be addressed and corrected.

And I can't wait for mathematics to be evaluated. You only need to look at the Bible to see how wrong math is. If someone can makes 5+5 not equal 10, oh, lets just say we are taking fish or bread here, then math itself really needs to be evaluated. (Except math that involves hiding corporate income from taxation.)

See, they say...

Rather than define science as seeking "natural explanations for what we observe in the world around us," the new standards describe the nature of science as using "observations, hypothesis testing, measurement, experimentation, logical argument and theory building."

Damn right! What would magic be without inherent contradictions permeating its very existence. And abortion-hating capital punishment-loving christo-fascists have written books on such things.

I am so looking forward to getting rid of geology too. It has been far too long that it has been getting in the way.

Kansas, Murika. I love you.

*kiss*

I really do love being able to see search results ending up here.

Some good ones today even though Brent Corrigan seems to still be up there on the top for some reason. And we all know Brent Corrigan is pretty much usually on the bottom there.

• two boys painting boys room blog
• how does a ghost shrimp breathe
• bad tattoo artists illinois
• gay men into plastic
• cock rings warehouse rooster
• thanksgiving misadventures
• big mamas porno
• sex addict net amateur g2 two html

I think the best one of the past few days has to go to "cock rings warehouse rooster"

You too can save $20 and pay only $49.99 for a Infinite Crisis #3 Jim Lee Cover graded CGC 9.8.

But of course, I find this really amazing since Infinite Crisis #2 just came out yesterday so #3 won't be out for another month and if someone is retarded enought to pay $49.99 for a mass market retail book that happens to be CGC graded then you are a fucktard and deserve all the horrors that life will inflict upon you.

So tonight is going to be dinner at Scary Korean Resaurant around 6pm.

If you are up for it, let me know. I'll probably try and get a coat of trim paint done on the windows and baseboards before and then head over around 6. Giger will hopefully be home by then too.

Love you all.

Woot! First coat of bright white semi-gloss on is done on the baseboards and windows and areas of the door frames that didn't impact the doors. (I need Giger to help me remove the doors so that'll be a tomorrow chore.)

I don't know what it is exactly but the $5 extra per gallon for the Lowes American Tradition brand makes a big difference compared to the Olympic. Sure it is nice not to pay as much but the Olympic just seems thinner. I noticed it when doing the walls (when compared to the 1st floor) and on the baseboards (compared to the hallway).

Oh well. Too late now. I'll just need to maintain decent coverage when applying the 2nd coat.

And now I'm off to finish raking up the leaves in the front.

So this was the front yard/magnolia on November 5th (below).

This is the magnolia today on November 10th (below).

Five days and the leaves are totally off. Super mega bad craziness.

And this is what the leaves look like at this moment (below).

I think there's 16 bags there.

I can't say that taking today off has been all that productive.

Giger, Fforest, and I headed all over town today stoping at every Salvation Army, Volunteers of American, and any other thrift stores we could find. Found some miscellaneous crap but other than that we didn't find any decent bed headboards that we could make work in the Kulpa Suite.

Took Fforest to lunch at German Village Coffee Shop so I'll have to pass on breakfast tomorrow. Between last night's Scary Korean adventure and today I'm way over calories for the past 2 days.

My knee was hurting like a mo fo all day too. Yesterday I put in about 70 minutes on the treadmill and I just don't have the joint to do that anymore. Not that I ever really did. So today I'm paying for it and just slept through gym time this morning. I needed the sleep anyway.

I suppose I should throw my shitty clothes on, get Giga to help me remove the doors, and start a 2nd coat on the trim.

That way tomorrow I could probably remove most of the tape and then just deal withing being pissed off an angry at how much orange paint came off. Ceiling will need 1 to 2 more coats too.

Oh. Here's something new. I accidentally stole a Transfomer from the Volunteers of America way out in New Rome. I looked down and there was this crappy little Happy Meal Scorponok from 1998. I must have put it in my pocket and I only realized I had it when we were in the car heading away.

It was crap then and it is crap now but I do feel bad for taking it. I'm really not prone to theft.

So I removed all the door-related hardware so I could finish painting the door frame and other trim and discovered that sometime in the 90+ year history of this house the molding in the back bedroom was a bright vibrant yellow.

Quite shocking actually. I mean, it is like Spoongbob Squarepaints yellow!!!

What pisses me off, as you can see by the photo, is the fact that previous people who painted the room never bothered to do a simple thing like remove the hardware. I mean, I'm not doing the best of jobs anymore on this house, but taking off hardware and such before painting is like the simplest thing you can do. I just don't get it.

Oh. And in other news. Las lesbians really loved that damn silicon caulk that doesn't like paint. Much of the windows in this room are surrounded by it! Fun. Hopefully the future roman shades will hide it.

Holy shit! I think the logs just gave me the greatest search query ever for naladahc.com.

Ladies and gentlemen... I give you: vagina allergy scratching!

Three words I never ever thought I'd see together in the same line.

Because I needed a break, and because Kelmeister was bitching about my lack of update today, I've decided to take a few moments off and enthrall you with today's activities and/or decision-making.

So I spent the morning at Lowes, Home Depot, Target, Kohls, Kroger Marketplace looking and window treatment/blind options for the Kupla Suite. The more I looked the more I realized that I sure as hell don't want to spent $50 to put roman blinds up in the two windows. I just don't see the reason to do it since I do not intend to be here at the end of 6 months. I'm thinking putting up the cheap white vinyl blinds (or a new set) and throwing up two extremely simple valences that would match the bedding or something. We did get this 20% off coupon from Bed Bath and Batman Beyond and Giger is gonna stop by there on the way back from work this afternoon. Perhaps he'll find something.

If not, then the super cheap but clean easy route it will be. There's still 2 bedrooms to go and the front bedroom has 4 damn windows so if I do decide to spent $ on window shit I think that's where it should be invested anyway.

Anyway, I got the final coat on the ceiling done a few moments ago. I've also got the heating vent primed too. In an hour to two I'll do the trim touch-up and paint the vent the same semi-gloss as the trim and frames.

Pam and Paul K. came over for dinner last night and she talked about this method of cleaning the paint and shit off of the door hardware by boiling water with baking soda in it and then soaking the parts. The soda binds with the dirt or some shit and the come really clean. That'll be later tonight or tomorrow.

I'm holding off on the electric until Giga is home since I really don't like working on the electric with nobody else home. I'm not saying I'd do something stupid or anything but the extent of my ability to work with electrical crap is replacing switches and outlets. While that's all I'm doing, I just don't feel comfortable being alone and doing this shit.

With the exception of perhaps washing the carpet, this room will most likely be completely done by Tuesday.

Ok kids. Nala feels really strange now.

You've read on this very site how much I've hated comics over the past decade and how I've managed (for the most part) to get out of reading superheroes and other such silliness.

But DC man... arghhhhh!!! Are you frigg'n trying to drive me crazy?!?!

(spoilers)

"China also plays a big role in the U.S. economy. Bush said he'd press Chinese leaders to buy more U.S. goods... "

Um. There's nothing made in the U.S. to buy. Hello!?!?!

And every company and their mother opened factories in China to take advantage if cheap labor and resources so as to not pay high U.S. worker wages and such.

This has been going on for 30 years.

Hello!?!?!

Now you all are whining?

Yes. The United States is working the victim mentality across the board these days when dollars are involved.

It is so simple.

See. The Chinese have been exporting people to the U.S. for decades and these are sleeper agents who have been directed by the Chinese government to open low price high-fat/high-caloric Chinese "buffet" restaurants all over the United States. These affordable buffets then draw 'Murkins in who then gorge themselves on food that they think is Chinese. (This shit is about as Chinese as fortune cookies!)

So as the 'Murkin ass and waistline expands due to the buffets, the Chinese are waiting for the sloth to fully convert the 'Murkins.

When the time is right, the signal will be given from East Asia and the sleeper agents will activate the ultimate secret weapon: Five Star General Tso's and the puny fat 'Murkins will be unable to resist the mediocreness of it.

It is true! Believe me! The 'Murkins will then be unable to waddle out of their chairs to defend themselves from the onslaught.

Just look at your town? How many "Chinese" buffets exist? How many people with 48" waistlines and 300+ scale tipping skills frequent them?

In Cowtown alone there is a chinese buffet ever 250 yards or so.

Some day. Just you wait. This'll be the People's Republic of Cowtown.

Should I seek medical attention if I've been producing the worst possible gas for the past 4 days or so?

I'm not talking "eeeewww that stinks" level here kids.

I'm talking weapons grade gas here.

Small children and animals would no doubt suffer horrible damage exposed to this stuff.

It almost has me worried.

I don't think I've consumed much cabbage or beans the past few days to warrant toxic nerve agent status I've attained.

Yes. Indeed. Nala is happy comics-wise these days.

I got moist over a glimpse of Fury and her real mother Wonder Woman.

And man oh man... the joy of seeing the real Huntress, Helena Wayne, daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle brought a tear to my eye.

Oh. DC. I know you are gonna screw me over in the end though. I know it like the pain from an anal fissure!

Yeah. I'm mostly on a comics-focused theme today it seems. Some interesting Post-Crisis-Post-Crisis spoilers up at Newsarama though a lot of it would be from inference.

(spoilers)

So I got the new outlets in and the phone line/mount/jack rewired. Giga got the new light fixture up. On a tip from Pam A. I boiled the door hardware (plates, bolts, screws) in water with baking soda and the decades of built up paint came off pretty easy.

Ended up putting the old vinyl blinds back up. They'll be fine.

So all I need to do is a little touch up on the trim, roll on a bit more orange along the area where the line keeps coming through, and rehang the doors and the room is finished.

All of the flaws and areas I didn't want to spend more time on totally stick out to me now but other than hiring someone to tear down and replaster the ceiling there was no way that it could be improved.

So after this weekend I can move some of the dressers from the front bedroom into this room and start on the front. More or less the same there with patching and sanding, 2 new light fixtures, and some major ceiling work. (The ceiling near the chimney/window is really bad. I'm really afraid it could collapse if I touch it. We'll have to see.

You know. Since there's cable in the back room, we could just move the entire front room into the back and rearrange Giga's room to take the guest room furniture for a while. That would give me plenty of space to work in in the front. I definitely did not like having to work around shit in the back room.

I most definitely have to start going to bed earlier. And I don't mean just "laying in bed watching tv". I mean lights out snooze-inducing conditions.

When I first started getting up to get to the gym by 5:15am I was in bed actually sleeping by about 8:30 every night.

Of course, over the course of the past few months my body not only adjusted to getting up early it also adjusted, and poorly I might add, to staying awake. Hell, I'm so sleep deprived that I feel it every morning now. It sucks.

I've noticed it a lot this past week since I've been painting and such and realizing how horribly tired I am by about 4 in the afternoon. If I could I'd probably take a nap around 9am in my office. In fact, I think I probably do every now and then and don't even realize it.

I must focus on getting more sleep and getting more done on the house. I definitely think that much of the success of my weight loss was because between June and September I was constantly working on the house, painting, moving, this, that, etc. and I was also getting to sleep earlier.

I do have a lot of projects I could do once the front bedroom gets done. And honestly, it does feel good to at least complete a job like a room redeco and such.

The patching and painting of the room under the front porch really isn't a big deal to do. And hell, it'll make the creepiest scary basement room look so much better.

I need to patch the stone foundation wall going down to the basement too. Hell. The whole stairwell going down really just needs some caulk, some spackle, and a fresh coat of cheap paint and it'll look 100% better. Some of the loose mortar needs to be replaced and while mildly messy, it isn't too hard to do. Some cheap vinyl or sticky tiles could be put down on the steps too to clean that up.

I've always wanted to paint the attic but I don't know if it would be worth it. The types of paint I'd want to use are more pricey and I'd need a helluva lot since I would do a bright vibrant color (like the orange) up there and I've learned that several coats are a must.

I think I definitely want Giga to do the his small bedroom in a navy with the bright white trim. I think that the orange would be a great from one room when juxtaposed against the navy from the small room. I don't think it would make the room look dark or smaller at all based on the amount of sunlight that small room gets.

The front bedroom's color really is an unknown variable. I wanted the navy there but I don't think it'll look that good. I think it should be warm but not a red or an orange. Green is out of the question because it would want to make me break things and curse.

This morning's bizarre search queries that have resulted in naladahc.com include:

• gimmick marionnettes
• book of sign language darth vader
• bukkakke extreme
• cracktastic
• bounce your boobies
• how to fuck a retard
• and surprisingly, there have been searchs on Deb Doran

Hmmm... what is the best way to fuck a retard?

I wonder if there is a manual.

I can't believe I just typed that.

I must be mad.

Why the hell have I been thinking that Glenn Shadix is dead?

It should have been obvious to me that he is doing the voice of The Brain and Monsieur Mallah in Teen Titans.

I'll just chaulk this up to getting old.

Every day it is something else.

So let me get this straight.

I've finally gotten around to catching up with El Presidente's $7.1 billion "bird flu" plan where he wants to give billions to his pharmaceutical masters to prevent a disease that hasn't hit the U.S. or claimed one 'Murkin life yet.

This H5N1 bird influenza virus is rare and the only humans that have succumbed to it have had extremely close contact with infected fowl. The virus doesn't appear to easily transfer between species but could.

Let me write this down for posterity here: This $7.1 billion dollar fear plan is to prevent a disease that could ... and here's the key word... mutate and kill billions of humans.

If El Presidente is showing acknowledgement of the fact that organisms mutate, then one would have to assume that this $7.1 billion is being spent in a sense to affirm the fact that evolution is indeed real and is happening. Hell. It is obviously imminent in terms of mutating avian influenzas.

Or is it just that this fucking no- tax and big-spend vermin whore's big pharma masters need more cash because they are jealous that the oil companies got to post big profits and the drug industry only got a couple of class action lawsuits against Vioxx?

All I can say is that I hope Dover, PA doesn't get hit with the mutated strain of this avian flu now that Pat "You Poor Idiots Must Give Me More Money" Robertson put Dover on God's shitlist.

But take it from me Dover, I've been on the shitlist since I was about 12. Not only "God", but El, Elohim, Jehovah, YHWH, Allah, Baal, and all the others that have sprung forth from those early ancient semetic magic beliefs have put me on one list or another. (But St. Jude and Ganesh love me.)

Tim O'Neil over at When Will The Hurting Stop posted a new idea that DC should have had the balls to try.

When DC comes out of this Crisis thing, they shouldn't bother with any of this "One Year Later" crap. Just have every DC character die horribly over the course of the Crisis. Then start everything from the ground up the next month. And I don't mean restart Superman and Batman and all the usual suspects. Hell, no. Restart with brand new characters. This may seem drastic, but come on, let's be honest, the only interesting thing Superman's done in the last twenty years has been to die.

He then goes on to list some "new" superhero titles that I'd pay some damn good money to read. I'd thrill to stories of...

• Doctor Asshole
• Robot King Arthur
• Shamus O'Flatfoot, Police Leprechaun
• Dinosaur Ventriloquist
• The Ooooot
• Young Roy & The Space Jews
• Baritone Jenny
• Ricardo Montalban, (Vertigo)
• The Screaming Hittite
• Krog the Living Davenport

And Doctor Asshole? Yay!

So Saturday, December 3, is tentatively set for Nala's 1st Annual Pierogi (and Kielbasa) Making Day.

This will no doubt be an extremely long and busy day due to pierogis being an extremely time consuming foodstuff to make. It is quite frankly easier to buy fresh ones if you have a deli around but hey, that's not common here in the Cowlands.

Essentially I'm thinking of setting up an assembly line in the kitchen for the pierogis and then using the dining room to make the kielbasa, with a dachshund under foot at all times.

I'm somewhat scared at all of this since it has been decades since I made these things. And when you are young, you only remember the extreme basics and none of the details.

I'm thinking of doing cabbage pierogies, potato/cheese pierogies, and maybe kapusta (sauerkraut) pierogies. Those 3 are really the easiest fillings to make. Perhaps 100 of each or so? Maybe 200 potato/cheese ones. We'll see.

Now the kielbasa will have to unfortunately be from a recipe since I have no "family" recipe to speak of. I do have a copy of Lagrainka's very own St. Adalbert's Church Recipe Book from around 1980 and it has many kielbasa recipes from people who used to live in my own hood back in Glass City.

The biggest problem with all of this is I don't have the slightest idea of quantity and cost. The kielbasa alone involves a helluva lot of pork butt and beef. Not to mention gut casing, garlic, and herbs. I really need to gather up all this info and call the ojciec and see if he can remember.

Rest assured, we'll document it all. Hell, I may even get Mr. E's video camera to really go crazy.

Bush holds up Taiwan as example of Asian democracy (ABC)

Why isn't anyone admitting that sending this C-D student who doesn't like to read and has zero curiosity about the world to do foreign policy and diplomacy is a bad idea?

I so hope he continues to piss off the Chinese. Canned prepared remarks about the "evil" of China, where most of the products the U.S. needs now comes from, are just going to be fun to watch coming off the lips of an orator of such caliber as El Presidente.

Meat sweats?

So there are only 19 or so shows left for the syndicated Howard Stern show.

Thankfully, since the now-horrid Blitz took him off the air I've had my secret ways of getting the program so I've been able to listen to the utter and complete descent into chaos that Infinity Broadcasting is having and the flak Stern & Co. have been getting because of it.

What really sucks is that apparently Howard doesn't own the tapes to the show. He owns the E! shows but anything recorded at the studios belongs to Infinity. This includes all musical performances, all items mixed and edited, and so forth.

Due to this, they've been running a lot of old old old material. Much of it stuff that was around before I ever tuned into Stern in 1999.

James Taylor did this totally fantastic acoustic live version of the song Woodstock. Alannis Morrisette's appearances always resulted in her playing and her songs are just awesome. These things really should somehow have been turned into an album for posterity. They are that good!!!

Way back in the day (early 90s) one of my favorite voice actors, Billy West, was a daily member of the show and constantly did voices and impersonations. They recently played this fantastic bit where West does Larry Fine as the "announcer" at 1969's Woodstock concert. Fine is more or less pissed because his appearances and introductions of bands were completely edited out of the Woodstock film. It truly is one of the best bits I've ever heard from the show.

Larry Fine warning people to "stear clear of the brown acid" is funnier than hell.

And that's what brings me to my point: Billy West.

Apparently he left the show 10 years or so due to money disputes and such. While the current show is wrapping up before moving to Sirius, many past guests are coming on and doing farewell bits and such and it has been all good.

But West won't come on.

It totally sucks.

I so would love for him to spend a day on the show. I've only seen old E! shows and the occasional bit here and there and I totally loved his work on the show. That "voice" element has been sorely lacking since he left. I wasn't listening back then but even I can tell he added something big because of the fact this was on radio.

Sucks. Totally sucks.

But what I really need to decide is when and how I'm going to get Sirius and quite possibly subscribe to the new On-Demand Stern show.

Yes. It is true. I do feel that every penny I spend on Sirius and even the On-Demand Stern show will be worth it. To have unedited and uncensored content is a blessing and is indeed worth it. (No doubt the christo-fascists are already trying to figure out how to censor subscriptions services. Without something to censor they have no function or ability to generate people to send them cash to "protect the children".)

I just need to find a receiver that is multi-purpose and meets my needs.

And so it goes...

Ultimately a change is inevitable when societal thresholds are reached. The degree and direction of this change are the only things in question.

Ack! This is almost enough to make me slum into Wal-Mart and face massive trashy crowds and feel guilt over shopping there.

Fuck. I so hate that place. But the Nala Mom needs a computer.

So I've got a coat of primer on the Line from Hell and I also successfully dinged the door enough so that when I pulled it out from the frame (it being stuck) I cracked some wood. That is now gluing and clamped.

Oh. Fun.

Hopefully I'll get another coat of orange on tonight.

Evil line that will not go away. How I hate thee.

Ok. If this doesn't work I give up.

I've gone over the line with 2 coats of Killz. I'll go over it with 2-3 coats of the orange.

If the line is still visible I will extend my middle finger, invert my hand at the wall, and scream "Fuck You!" at the top of my lungs.

Busy. Busy. Busy.

I managed to get the 2nd coat of orange over the evil line.

Of course now, I can see the primer line standing out more so than the line itself ever did.

Grrrrr...

I need to get back to work.

Busy. Busy. Busy.

I just realized I haven't seen Frowny McBeard around lately?

I certainly hope he's ok. Most definitely experiencing cold and snow.

We miss you Frowny.

(And I don't think Frowny McBeard is any relation to Beardy McPillowbiter, Max Power's realtor.)

Chuck Norris built a time machine and went back in time to stop the JFK assassination. As Oswald shot, Chuck met all three bullets with his beard, deflecting them. JFK's head exploded out of sheer amazement.

Did you also know that...

The original theme song to the Transformers was actually "Chuck Norris--more than meets the eye, Chuck Norris--robot in disguise," and starred Chuck Norris as a Texas Ranger who defended the earth from drug-dealing Decepticons and could turn into a pick-up. This was far too much awesome for a single show, however, so it was divided.

I managed to find a photo I took of the back bedroom during the house inspection before I bought the place in 2003.

This will give you some idea of the horrible border that had to be removed and how the pen line that I've been dealing with goes all around the room. This pen line is what they used to put the border up straight. It sucks.

You can also see the crappy light fixture.

What this picture doesn't show you is how truly bad the pastel yellow paint was, or the broken bits of roller embedded in the walls, or the yellow on the ceiling.

Though I may need to get a runner for the hallway. I never thought of that.

Surprisingly, it rarely is like this for me.

Well... at least the part about finding every toy.

Today's bizarre search queries that have resulted in naladahc.com include:

• corey haim heroin teeth
• poor hans is having an identity crisis which will soon be rectified
• old limber legs
• cockknocker
• sulu is a fag

Brent Corrigan is still tops though for today like it has been for weeks. Looks like lotsa people looking up Mr. Corrigan's shenanigans.

So today and tomorrow a couple of hundred thousand people around the country will dress up in their scarlett and grey costumes. They will wear necklaces of poisonous nuts from the Aesculus glabra tree. The males will paint and decorate their faces with red and grey make-up. Their females will not mock the males for "girling it up" because it involves throwing a ball.

They will binge consume alcohol. They will scream, pant hoot, yell, and vomit.

Many will leave trash everywhere in their wake.

If the ones in the Central Cowlands get mad, they will destroy things and create fires, all the while continuing their screaming, pant hooting, and vomitting.

They will do this under the guise of "team spirit" and other illusionary bullshit so as to fill the gaping holes in their empty lives.

And come the beginning of January, when their last excuse to doll themselves up is over with, they will wait to do this all over again in 9 months.

And the funny thing is, I'm the weird one because I'm an adult who collects a toyline.

Ok. Godammit!!!

They got me!!!

Arghhhh!!!

So the back bedroom is done.

Of course, I moved the lamp a couple of times and the way the light was cast on the walls made me realize how truly bad they really are. It is amazing what a little change in shadow can do. So many knicks, flaws, and previously poor patching everywhere. And I won't even touch on how bad the ceiling is.

But the paint is a nice color. The bright white trim constrasts well.

And in the end the furniture in the room makes every positive thing I've done in the room look totally hodge-podge white trash.

But there's just no reason to sink money into furniture for a room that only one person occasionally sleeps in when he visits from the southern Cowlands. But I so want to!

Amazing how I always feel unclean after doing this.

The Top 100 Things I'd Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord

My main computers will have their own special operating system that will be completely incompatible with standard IBM and Macintosh powerbooks.

The physics behind Giga's youthful past time.

And I'm not talking about any chicken choking here.

I must not buy this.

It would be a bad thing.

But it would make me very very happy.

Beware the "kielbasa bomb".

Well I told Giger that I'd start cleaning the house for his Non-Thanksgiving Day Thanksgiving dinner. I suppose I should start. Really though. There's not much to do other than sweep, dust, and vaccuum the throw rugs. There's a bit to do in the kitchen but I try to stay clear of him when he's cooking and for the most part he does the same when I cook. That's a very good thing to do.

I'm going to try to hit the gym for a good hour or so this afternoon too. I might as well fire up what little metabolism I have in case I decide to eat more than just a bit of turkey tonight.

I haven't really talked about it but I've started to see some weight loss again after that very long dry spell. I'd hate to ruin it by pigging out tonight.

I hate to say it but I think today's search results that ended up at naladahc.com may just contain the best one, beating "vagina allergy scratching" from a previous log analysis.

Today I see such gems as...

• max power television without pity (but is it my Max Power?
• what is the balls of my feet?
• chuck norris sucks
• amquel smells bad stinks
• crack whores and meat holes

But the topper on the list, and probably all time, has got to be "naladahc pussy hunt"!!!

Though that almost makes me think someone is setting me up here since there is absolutely no way anyone would use the "naladahc" name in a search unless they specifically were referring to me.

I must admit though that "Naladahc's Pussy Hunt" is an awesome name. It serves as a counterpoint to "Naladahc's Sausage Party" that I'm having on December 3. Hell, "crack whores and meat holes" sounds like a pretty good website title too. Though I'm not exactly sure what a meat hole is.

Kelmeister's Brother emailed me this news item.

I know you are all getting moist in the panties because of it.

But you can calm down. The 1st Season is very very very different from what the show would morph into. It begins with a lot of self-contained episodes and such but doesn't really get watch-worthy until middle of Season 2 when the magic vagina of acquisition first came on the scene.

So a lot of people are here watching the television. There's a turkey that is done but the damn dressing isn't hot enough. I mean it really differs by like 50 degrees. Not good. Very strange.

Just waiting.

Photos of Giger's feast later.

Some Enchanted Evening.

I knew I had problems last night during Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire and they just continued on into the night with a minor bout of insomnia and my throat finally giving in to the hurtiness that has been building for weeks. And yes, ye old Prostate of Doom decided to rear its ugly face yesterday too. Sucks balls I tell you.

I didn't go to the gym this morning since I hurt and figured I needed the extra sleep but I just sorta felt like shit all over so I decided to take a sick day.

I guess the Generiborne could only do so much before I'd actually get sick.

Not only is Soundwave apparently christian, he's also employee of the month.

And Laserbeak does double-time as a picture frame.

Brilliant!

It would have been cool if Kara Zor-L's breasts had served the turkey on Saturday.

This film reeks of awfulness and is yet another indication of why Hollywood is lost.

May it bomb gloriously.

This film reeks of awfulness and is yet another indication of why Hollywood is lost. May it bomb gloriously.

So The Juice, Giger, and me went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and I can truthfully say I found it sorta boring and lacking the cohesion of the earlier films. While sick yesterday I watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and it was definitely a tighter script and much better paced film.

Now I've never read any of the Potter books so my entire knowledge of the Potterverse (Earth-P?) is purely that from the celluloid one and I have enjoyed them all but this last one just seemed disjointed.

Disjointed, or the "forced" aspect that each film represents one year at Hogwarts is the real problem. There's a formula to all of the Rowling stories and perhaps I'm just totally sensitized to it now and am finding it getting more annoying. I'd imagine the formulaic aspects are probably even thicker in the source material of the novels.

If I was going to write a screenplay for Harry Potter and The Missing Condoms all I'd have to do is include the following plot points:

• Harry meets Ron and Hermione within first 5 minutes.
• Some event happens to forshadow the remaining 2 hours.
• School starts and Dumbledore gives a speech.
• New teacher is introduced that will be gone by end of the story but is only a plot device anyway to introduce us to some other aspect of the getting-quite-annoying Voldemort.
• Draco Malfoy is a dick.
• Some sexual ignorance moment between Ron and Hermione.
• Some highly improbable event happens that directly (and pretty much only) affects Harry.
• Someone comments that Harry is really powerful (but he is played totally as oblivous to this).
• Severus Snape is implied to be evil but really isn't.
• Should I go on?

I'd be really impressed if the final book veers into something more original.

It'd be really cool if Harry finally realizes that he's all powerful, kicks the shit out of Voldemort once and for all, realizes that the faculty of Hogwarts is pretty much worthless and systematically removes them through a "magic user hunt", tears Draco Malfoy several new assholes, and pretty much destroys the entire magic using world drawing all power into himself before committing suicide so that he can join the parents he so misses in death.

Harry killing himself ensures that magic's day is done. Along the way Hermione gets anal from Ron and Sirius Black and Professor Lupin profess their gay love literally doing it doggy/wolf-style. At the end of it all it is revealed that the entire Potterverse is a LSD induced hallucination between the two red-headed twins Fred and George Weasley while they are at college.

See? That'd work.

(Battlestar) GALACTICA Renewed for Third Season.

I cannot convey to you all how much it will suck when this series ends.

Not that ending is a bad thing.

All stories must end and all "franchises" as well should be put down to sleep. These are very important lessons that studios (*cough* Paramount *cough* Hasbro *cough*) and comic book companies never seem to learn.

That being said. It will still be a sad day.

So last week I bought Legion of Super-Heroes Vol. 1: Teenage Revolution, the collected first six issues of the new Mark Waid/Barry Kitson Legion series thinking I'd give it a fresh try since we dropped it after issue #1.

And you know something?

I am indeed glad I dropped it.

It isn't necessarily that it is bad. It just isn't Legion of Super-Heroes really. I suppose it is somewhat like the new Battlestar Galactica is to the old 70s series to some degree.

I just can't relate to a single one of these characters even though they are often named the same as my Legion from the 80s and early 90s. Hell, the Post-Zero Hour Legion was more like the original Legion then these people.

I think I would really have gotten into this if these were new characters and didn't try to something that evokes the Legion. That's where it ultimately fails for me on so many levels.

I'm just sick of revisions for the sake of revisions for the sake of "new take" for the sake of "knowing people will buy issue 1 of a series" for the sake of... oh... why bother.

I can at least hope that my Legion will make a brief appearance in Infinite Crisis in some way or form.

I can always hope can't I?

And most of you who read naladahc.com have no idea what the hell I'm talking about anyway so it doesn't matter.

No termites.

No signs of termites now or really in the past.

What looked like something that was eating the deck is actually a fungus in the wood and is not due to insects.

Yay!

Goodbye Sam. You rocked.

Of course, you all realize that I have no plans for a Life Day celebration this year. Last year's celebration is still alive in my heart and the joy and Life Day memories past will have to sustain me.

Now I wouldn't be amiss if anyone did want to come over on Saturday evening and watch a bad film of something.

I just wasn't in the head space to be alpha male to a full blown Life Day celebration.

But if you do feel blue this coming Saturday. Remember that there's a little Bea Arthur/Wookie action deep inside you. All you need to do is look for it.

It is snowing outside.

We are supposed to possibly get up to 2-4" today.

It will be the first substantial snow of the season.

I hate snow.

I hate winter.

I forget how much I hate the Cowlands until it snows and the temperature drops below 50.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

At least I have the next 4 days off.

I have already received 3 today.

Joy.

Creativepro.com has a great feature article today on You Are What You Eat and dishes up some great food dish pictures from cookbooks past.

Of course the article is from a historical design perspective, but some of these gems are just screaming to be made in the Kitchen of Love.

I should make Tuna in Jell-O for Thanksgiving tomorrow. I mean... it has olives and celery in the actually Jell-O too!

And "those in the know" are aware of my love of bananas. So why not make some Ham and Bananas Hollandaise.

Not all the problems with cookbooks from the past are do to technical difficulties. Some are more philosophical, or sociological in nature. Such is the case with the "Wild Fowl Game Cookery" by Frank Kohler, published in 1961. The drawing of happy bears, smiling deer, and frisky squirrels are charming until you realize they are all celebrating their ultimate death, dismemberment, and eating.

Holy Shit!!!

Yesterday I wrote about how much the new Legion of Super-Heroes isn't my Legion.

Well I'm putzing around today and came across the cover to Legion of Super-Heroes #15 and all I could say was "holy jesus" in my best George Takei voice!

It's the Legion of Super-Heroes you thought you'd never see, as the greatest heroes of the 31st century become the greatest heroes of the Multiverse!

Block?!?!

Tyroc?!?!?!

Oh Infinite Crisis... I so fucking hate you!

Ok. The snow can melt and be gone any time now.

Our first appreciable snowfall of the year here in the Central Cowlands and I'm already totally fucking sick of it.

I really hate winter. I so really really hate winter.

I don't care what anybody says I'm stating for a fact that DC Comics would be a much healthier place if Mr. Nobody from the Brotherhood of Dada was behind all the events of Infinite Crisis in the DCU.

Comics are absurd anyway.

Sixty-plus years of comics continuity is pretty absurd.

The fact that I'm a geek with 28 or so years of internalized useless comic book continuity knowledge is absurd.

The fact that I'm a geek with 28 or so years of internalized useless comic book continuity knowledge writing this entry in my basically geek blog is absurd.

So hey... Mr. Nobody is the perfect antagonist for Infinite Crisis!!!

He is!!!

Really!!!

All things that people lose in life eventually find their way to Mr. Nobody. Throw in a few lost comic continuities and characters and you've got the makings of some bad crazy shit company crossover not only with the current books but, and yes it works, books of the past!!!

How great it would be.

And see, with John Byrne rebooting the Doom Patrol Mr. Nobody effectively no longer exists in the DCU and is even more of a nobody than he was previously.

How's that for motivation???

I tell you this thing: Mr. Nobody would be better than any Anti-Monitor, Time Trapper, Darkseid, *fill in the blank* villain.

You can take that to the bank.

Happy Gluttony Day.

Ok. That's it.

I was going to post about how you better feel guilty about all the things you've earned in life but it would devolve into some religio-political rant in which someone would probably comment that I'm a fascist or ask me why I hate America.

Illusionary guilt-generating consumer holidays will do that to you.

Just wait until next month where we celebrate Santa being born!

But I digress.

Be a glutton today.

Went out to eat with Kelmeister, Mr. Pickles, and Max tonight at the Ding Ho, Cowtown's oldest Chinese restaurant.

I love the Ding Ho.

It is old school Chinerican cooking with a lot of pre-Nixon era Cantonese-style dishes that are hard to find on any of the modern types of Chinese restuarants.

The Ding Ho was built in the 50s and much of the decor is still from that era. Look at that faux brick. Brilliant!

On the way home I snagged some new crack at the West Broad WeBeToys but they didn't have much.

I don't call 1993 to 1997 the Dark Ages for nothing.

Can you believe I thought it'd be cool to take a photo like this shirtless with only a chain and black leather jacket on?

How much crack was I smoking back then?!?!?

Oh All Being Master Of Time Space And Dimension, forgive me for this error and transgression against good taste. I was just a lad of 23 beginning my long journey down the path of bad craziness and darkness.

I was 23 and I had such bags under my eyes. What the fuck!?!?!

(Note to self: partying and clubbing all the time was a bad fucking thing to do.)

Yes. It was time.

Sticker Head Meow video uploaded to Vimeo.

Giger sent me a link to this blogger's post and picture.

Er... them's some mighty big dongs there in the trash.

So as to not let the whole holiday weekend go to total waste I, along with my trusty sideckick), got the back addition windows open from this past summer's painting.

When I wasn't happy with what the painter did, I went over them again but unfortunately was distracted and let the paint dry and the damn things were painted shut.

This situation had to be corrected prior to the installation of the storm windows hopefully later today or tomorrow. While the weather isn't all that great it is at least in the 50s. The powers that be are predicting a high of 68 tomorrow too but then a steady downward spiral to the 20s by end of week. Yep! You gotta love Cowtown weather and temperature.

So basically, the shits gotta get done in the next 2 days.

I haven't seen the storm windows yet since Giger ordered and purchased them so I have no idea what to expect really in terms of appearance.

Hopefully they'll cut down on the draft in that basically unheated portion of the house. Yeah, there's a duct that runs to the back floor there but the room and floor isn't insulated so it really doesn't do do shit.

A variety of fun and exciting terms in my search referral logs today.

• geek pussy
• sucking on balls
• kara kryptonite dildo
• nitro convoy gay
• is size 38 fat

But my favorite is "powermac g5 soapy smell when running".

If your G5 smells like soap when running then you probably should stop bathing it.

And what exactly is "geek pussy" and where can I buy me some?

Oh Kathy. I miss you.

Oh how I loves me some Absorbascon.

Pantsgiving just wouldn't be the same without it.

I swear that I had absolutely nothing to do with this

All kinds of bad craziness happened while I went home for lunch today.

Sick ain't it.

View this clip on Vimeo

Everybody loves a bouncing dachshund.

Well... except when they don't.

You can even see his flipper-like front paws in action. How's that for a rare treat!

You know I really do need to get my ass in gear, quit this dead end job, and open up Dom Miłości Katarzyna, my future restaurant.

I don't want to have a foofy upscale place. I want a real Polish restaurant that serves decent food.

Indeed. I don't want to work with computers anymore.

Computers suck balls.

Shit. I never realized the Flash of Earth-H fought The Bureauc-Rat.

The guy even has a Red Tape Gun! A fucking Red Tape Gun!!!

And people wonder why creators like Alan Moore, and many others as well, want absolutely nothing to do with Hollywood versions of their creations.

And this is where things got REALLY ugly. First off, (Kevin) Smith was taken aback when Peters asked him, in all sincerity, "‘Kal-El’? Who’s this ‘Kal-El’ guy you keep mentioning in the script?" Then the insanity really started to take over. Peters demanded that Superman be stripped of his red and blue suit, arguing that the suit was "too pink, too f@ggy." WB also demanded that Superman undergo a costume change, even ordering Smith to describe the soon-to-be-trashed red and blue duds as being "‘90s-style." So Smith was forced to have Superman ditch his red and blues (which he grudgingly deemed "‘90s-style") early on in the script and switch over to the black and silver suit from the "death of" story as his permanent gear (ironically mirroring Poirier’s earlier script). Peters also hated the FX in the 1978 Superman film with Chris Reeve, so he wanted to get rid of Superman’s ability to fly. So Smith tried to get around this by portraying Superman as a red blur while in flight, creating a sonic boom every time he took off (he took this from The Dark Knight Returns). Peters then told Smith to have Brainiac fight polar bears at the Fortress of Solitude, demanding that the film be wall-to-wall action. Smith thought it was a stupid idea, so Peters said, "Then have Brainiac fight Superman’s bodyguards!" Smith responded, "Why the hell would Superman need bodyguards?" Peters wouldn’t let up, so Smith caved in and had Brainiac fight the polar bears. Then Peters demanded that Brainiac give Luthor a hostile space dog as a gift, arguing that the movie needed a cuddly Chewbacca character that could be turned into a toy. Then, after watching Chasing Amy, Peters liked the gay black character in the film so much that he ordered Smith to make Brainiac’s robot servant L-Ron gay, asserting that the film needed a gay R2-D2 with attitude. Then Peters demanded that Superman fight a huge spider at the end of the film, which Smith refused to do—he used a "Thanagarian Snare Beast" instead. (However, Peters did manage to recycle his spider idea and use it in Wild Wild West.)

Ah yes. Wild Wild West. Now that was a piece of work wasn't it. Funny how Wild Wild West 2: Spider Boogaloo never materialized.

So I ripped out Cybertron Defense Red Alert out of his packaging but I've come to the conclusion that trying to touch him, let along transform him, is just way too disturbing!!!

I need to go wash my hands with bleach now.

Evolution is completely absurd but statues can cry.

You know how lately I've written about events with the current Legion of Super-Heroes and my general nostalgia for the real Legion now long gone these past 10 years or so.

What's so funny to me is the fact that I've seen so many comments and posts on the net about the characters who appear on Legion #15's cover that I definitely think I'm in a certain whacked 'net blog circle about wanting the original Legion back.

Dude, that's Dawnstar, Blok & Tyroc on the cover of Legion of Super-Heroes #15! If they'd pring back Quislet, Polar Boy, & Tellus my life would be happy (at least for the 15 minutes it would take to read the thing).

See? It isn't just me. There's definitely a group of geeks out there, no doubt all of us in our mid-30s, who do love the post-Silver Age, pre-Zero Hour era.

Now yes I'm probably one of the few people who liked the "5 Years Later" Giffen era. I thought it was a great way to take the Legion in a different direction but it got bogged down into a few things that really ultimately destroyed that version of the Legion.

The whole Dominators-ruling-Earth bit was too much. The destruction of Earth was too much. The clone Legion was too much.

Aging the characters and developing them in different ways was great and I'm a proponent of some semblance of "real time" in comics anyway. I hate static characters and I suppose that is why I loved Earth-2 so much when it still existed.

Hmmm. Here's an idea. Tyroc, Dawnstar, Quislet, Tellus, Blok, Polar Boy, and the Legion of Substitute-Heroes are all kind of like Power Girl and some how survived the Crisis and realize that the current version of the Legion is ok and all but not the real Legion so they find the Infinite Man and decide to create a whole new reality that can't be reached by anybody in the current DCU. And then Matter-Eater Lad eats the rest of the DCU.

Beauty I tell you. Unadulterated beauty.

A 15-year-old Canadian girl with a peanut allergy died after kissing her boyfriend who had eaten a peanut butter sandwich hours earlier, reports say. (BBC)

Wow! Now that really is a strange freakish thing to have happened.

Now if this was an American girl, her family would sue the family of the boy who kissed her for wrongful death or something like that.

It is bad enough the kid will no doubt have the "kiss of death" moniker about him the rest of his life. But man, can you imagine kissing someone and having a freakish (and very rare) thing like this happen.

Wow! I can't wait for Mouse Guard #1 to come out this February.

This is the kind of comic I need these days.

David Petersen's illustration/painting is just beautiful.

Marble Falls From Building's Facade, Spurring Theories of Symbolism (Washington Post)

...some couldn't help but note that the tumbling piece chipped at a carved marble figure that represents "Authority."

"I think God is smiting the GOP," wrote a blogger on a political Web site, using the online handle "OhMy."

On another political blog, a writer who calls himself "Christian Soldier" shot back: "It's because God wants Alito on the Court. You guys don't know how to read portents."

Oh can't you all just die off.

It is called age and gravity you magic-believing fucktards!

If it was magic or portents affecting the world I would listen to the voices in my head and you all know what where that would lead.

It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time!!!

I drink the blood of young runaways.

The Truth About Japanese Restaurants.

Rusty is a dachshund with narcolepsy. The condition causes him to fall asleep while he's trying to do other things.

Rusty the Narcoleptic Dog Music Video .

R2D2 Pole Dancer. NOT SAFE FOR WORK

I just received an email from an editor which basically said "Mathlab is not on your list of Acceptable File Formats. Can we accept it?" and I'm having a moment.

"Mathlab is not on your list of Acceptable File Formats. Can we accept it?"

Arghhhhhh!!!

Which Robotech Character Are You?

Hey. It could have been worse. At least Miriya (and Max) are my two favorite Macross characters.

I could have ended up as a Lynn Minmei! And that would be just horrible.

Todays search queries resulting in naladahc.com:

• trip on percocet
• frick'n bitches podcast
• 90s hair
• fucking cigarette
• michael jackson jacking young boys
• chinese artist eviscera

Personally my favorite is animation style boogaloo shrimp which actually sounds like something you'd find on the menu of the Ding Ho.

Taft's approval ratings sink into single digits (Toledo Blade)

A Zogby International online survey, conducted a week after the Nov. 8 election and released yesterday, shows just 6.5 percent of Ohio voters view the embattled GOP governor very or somewhat favorably. Barely 3 percent rate his job performance as "good" or "excellent." "I'm not aware of anyone who's ever sunk lower," pollster John Zogby said.

I pretty much avoid Cowland politics.

This is a State run into the ground by vermin and quite frankly, with the rise of the christo-fascist vermin, the whole State can devolve into god-fearing chaos for all I care.

Our elections are manipulated and rigged. The vermin in charge do their "jobs" purely for the benefit of their bank accounts and the bottom lines of the corporations they whore for.

Let it all collapse. Let it all collapse into chaos.

Happy 26th Anniversary to The Wall.

Remember when I got pissed that my gym membership reimbursement got taxed worse than payoll?

Of course you do. You remember everything in my life.

Well today I get stopped in the hall by someone in accounting who recognized my last name. She informed me that a $20 Starbucks gift card I was given 3 or so weeks ago as a thank you for project work I did is actually now considered taxable and that the company would pay the taxes this time.

WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!

The next time I'm given a "reward" as acknowledgement of contributing something I have to pay tax on it.

FUCK THAT SHIT!!!

First off, I didn't ask for anything to be given to me in the form of a reward or thank you.

Secondly, I hate Starbucks coffee and do not buy anything from Starbucks at all. This was probably going to be regifted to someone anyway.

Thirdly, the Federal Government can tax a fucking $20 gift card given to me as a reward but don't seem to have problems with all the corporate whores and vermin bilking the U.S. out of billions in tax revenue every year.

FUCK THAT SHIT!!!

I always get a bit worried when I have to do a major aquarium cleaning.

And of course, I just did one to the community tank.

You know who the biggest culprit of the filth in the gravel is? Yup. The crab. The little "dens" I make for him to hide in are always just full of shit all the way through the gravel to the bottom. Totally crappy and nasty. He's a filthy little bastard.

Now the one snail that has been in a strange state for weeks now, though not dead, has indeed passed on into whatever afterlife or non-afterlife snails profess belief in. I found his little trap door floating in the tank with bits of snail ripped to shreds over it. Let me guess who pried it open and did him in? Crab? Shit yeah. Bastard.

The biggest problem that I have now that it is so cold is the fact that the aquariums are in the attic and only survive up here because of their heaters. Not so much Number Six, The World's Most Beloved Goldfish, per se since he likes the cold. But since the water is about 80 it is almost impossible to bring up both the cleaning water gallons and the final replacement water to that temperature in this house during Winter. It is just too cold.

So. I do the best I can and hope that everyone can adjust to the drop in temperature, the new enzymes, new filter media, other things all at the same time.

So far everyone has done well the past few times. But Danios are hardy, the Pleco can take a lot, and the one snail is always pretty active (even now). The Corys though... they worry me.

But at least they gravel is cleaned and the water is de-wasted.

Oh. And he's a big Attic of Love "hi" to new reader/commenter SadmanJim. He likes Earth-2 too. That means he's got to be pretty cool.

Max Power, The World's Most Beloved State Employee, pointed out that my swearing has increased.

While I don't have any reason to apologize, I will say that indeed the more I get angry at this reality of ours the more my language gets littered with colorful metaphors and words.

While my typing is sometimes atrocious due to the speed at which I type and the general fact that I generate several internalized typos all the time I can't apologize for that either.

Though I do think I need to start using the term "bollucks" more.

Yeah. Indeed.