Month: November 2008

Deadline Hollywood Daily reports that Universal Studios and Dark Horse Comics, the folks who brought us Hellboy II: The Golden Army, are continuing their long-standing relationship and fast-tracking a movie version of The Umbrella Academy. The Eisner-winning series was written by Gerard Way, former intern at DC Comics who later went on to international fame as the frontman for My Chemical Romance.

This proves what I’ve suspected for a long time: if you’re going to do anything big in the world– rock star, movie mogul, Eisner winner– you have to stop being an intern at DC.

Okay, it’s a screenshot from a Facebook thread. But still. (Thanks, Niki!)

Yep, my browser’s slowing down again. In no order:

Half of Doctors Routinely Prescribe Placebos

Half of all American doctors responding to a nationwide survey say they regularly prescribe placebos to patients. The results trouble medical ethicists, who say more research is needed to determine whether doctors must deceive patients in order for placebos to work.

Driftglass:

First Atwater came for Reagan’s "welfare queens"
– but I was not a welfare queen so I did not speak out.

Then Gingrich came for the Liberals and the Unions,
– but I was taught to call everyone who disagreed with me a traitor, so I did not speak out.

Then Falwell and Robertson came for the gays,
– but gays are icky, so I did not speak out.

Then Limbaugh came for the Feminazis
– but strong, smart women terrify me, so I did not speak out.

And when they came for me, I had the fucking nerve to pretend to be Shocked!Shocked! that my Party was being run by degenerate lunatics.

Bacon Apple Pie. Hmmmm…

Obama’s Branding Genius. And somewhere around here is that Obama/Grateful Dead poster…

What I was thinking of saying at Sheri’s funeral: Life’s a Very Funny Proposition After All. I’ll tell you what I did say in another post.

Why women feel colder than men. Mom, this one’s for you.

 

First, to all the people who didn’t make it to see this day. David H. Andrew. The missing from the Lower Ninth. Steve Gilliard. Jim Capozzola. Molly Ivins. All the dead in Iraq and Afghahistan. Martin and Malcolm. Rosa and Medgar. Emmett Till. Cesar and Abbie. Jack and Bobby. Toot. Everyone whose time on this earth ran out before their hope did.

Second… to the new President-elect of these United States. Here’s to you, sir.

This day is called the Feast of Barack:

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand a-tiptoe when the day is named,

And rouse him at the name Obama.

He that shall see this day and live t’old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,

And say "To-morrow is Obama’s Day":

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars

And say "These wounds I had on Obama’s day."

Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,

But he’ll remember with advantages

What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,

Familiar in his mouth as household words

Indiana, Ohio, Missouri,

West Virginia, Nevada and Georgia,

Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.

This story shall the good man teach his son;

And Obama’s Day shall ne’er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remembered;

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

For he today that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,

This day shall gentle his condition:

And people in America now abed

Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,

And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought with us upon Obama’s day.

 

Go vote. And if you have the time, volunteer.

…but I’m a registered Republican in New Jersey, and I haven’t gotten a single robocall since the primaries ended. I guess they just aren’t trying very hard here.

Oh, but wait– I have gotten fundraising letters. Which shows their priorities, I guess.