31 May 2006

Dad's Sick

As of yet, we don't know what ails my good father. We just know the symptoms include repeated visits to the Necessary Room and the occasional bucket. Yesterday he had thought he was doing better and went into work. Today, however, his infliction has given him what-for over that temerity. And how.

My father, being the big hearted man that he is, has decided to share his condition with the rest of the family. I have avoid misery to a point, but today I find myself on hurried trips. My queasy stomach has yet given fruit to nastiness, but I wouldn't be surprised if it did in the near future.

Hi ho.

Now, I have no hard evidence that this is the case, but we were all perfectly well before Brother Eric returned to town. Almost depressingly healthy, in fact. That his presence has, in short order, caused the specter of Plague upon our family does suggest certain possibilities. Which is why, from here out, I might be calling him Typhoid Eric, or Montezuma Eric. Or Eric, Bearer of Dread Sickness, the Dirty Rat.

Whichever rolls off the tongue.

Anyhoo, all of this babbling is to inform the good readers out there that I might not be posting as constantly as I had been...

Wait. I haven't been posting that regularly.

Nevermind then.

Gotta go. Hurriedly.

26 May 2006

Didja Hear That Sound?

That soft sigh of relief?

That was my wallet. It's in a happy place right now.

Here's why, from the IMDb:
Despite earlier reports that Lucasfilm would be re-releasing the original unedited theatrical versions of the first three Star Wars movies on DVD, it now turns out that they will be copied from the laserdiscs of the films released in the mid'90s, formatted for the conventional TV screen and not wide-screen "letterbox" versions. The revelation has provoked anger among Star Wars fans, expressed on such Internet sites as www.thedigitalbits.com, and www.hometheaterforum.com. VideoBusiness.com quoted Lucasfilm spokesman John Singh as saying, "We hoped that by releasing the original movies as a bonus disc, it would be a way to give the fans something that is fun. We certainly didn't want to [become] a source of frustration for fans."
Now, I had thought I mentioned this before, but a check on the blog reveals no posting, so I'll just say it here: Having the original unaltered trilogy on DVD is the only way I'd pick up any Star Wars what-so-ever. The prequels weren't any fun for me. Fact of the matter is, if I never see them again it will be too soon. And the additions made to originals weren't that great.

I had thought of picking up the original unaltered series, but I don't do Pan-and-Scan. Ever. And the words "bonus disc" have a nasty ring to it.

So that kills that.

I love that last line. "We certainly didn't want to [become] a source of frustration to fans." I thought that was all Lucasfilm wanted to do. Seemed like it to me.

Anyway, my little wallet is happy. Practically beaming.

It seems to forget the letterbox Godzilla set that's coming up. And the Doctor Who episodes I've been meaning to pick up. And the anime...

Oh look. Now it's crying.

Cheer up, little wallet. It's not like you have any money in you anyways...

EDIT - Found out it's not a Pan-and-Scan version, but old fashioned Letterbox. More details over the issue can be found here and here at T'Bones Star Wars Universe. Very interesting.

Personally, the verdict is still out for me. We shall see what we shall see.

(And my wallet was so happy...)

23 May 2006

This is Not A Series of Essays About Power Girl (IV) - Branches in the Stream

When writing essays based on whim, even with a set course in mind, you can expect long winded articles. There's no helping it. A good outline and several hours of work would result in ever so much better works. The course would be clear, for instance, and not shift midstream.

Case in point, this series. I know I wasn't writing about Power Girl, as the title proclaims. I thought I was writing about my dissatisfaction with Spider-man, which resulted in Power Girl slowly but surely taking his place as Hero Worthy of My Attention. Seemed interesting enough to me, and in many ways, that's what matters. I'm not being paid for this, after all. This is done to improve my writing skills, as well as on occasion discuss various points about the Fantastic (including my own meager contributions to the genre.)

However, I noticed something as I was both writing and thinking about writing this series, something that changed its course. See, it isn't about Spider-man, either. It's about Gwen Stacy, and how the treatment of her character has caused me to drop Spider-man comics all but for good.

Without further ado, let's continue rambling and see where this leads.
What set me down this new branch in my stream of thought was an unexpected thrill. While surfing the web about a week or so ago, I found that the comic book site When Fan Girls Attack had linked one of the very first essay in this series. After several moments of confusion that was all too typical of me (with questions running through my head such as: Did they think I was a fan girl? Were they gathering the fan girls to attack me? Had I done something to deserve this? When hadn't I done something to deserve this?) I read their banner and realized they compiled links to various articles on female characters in comics. Most interesting.

As this wasn't my first mentioning of Power Girl, I searched the site to see if the other article was listed so that I could bath in the glory of being noticed out of curiosity. It was there I discovered Dance of the Puppets, written by one Marionette. She has an article on Power Girl's pregnancy, filled in some blanks on the matter and colored my perception of events further (not that I had a high opinion of the thing in the first place, mind.)

I already knew (and have mentioned earlier) that Power Girl/Kara was impregnated by her grandfather, an Atlantian Mystic known as Arion. Unfortunately, there was even more to it than just that. Let me quote the relevant passage from Dance of the Puppets. Italics mine:
By the climax of the storyline it is revealed that [Kara's] entire life has been orchestrated purely to produce Arion's "mystical great grandson". Until this point she has had no true free will as she had simply been programmed for this purpose, her whole life directed by Arion and his mystics.
I have come to believe that the word misogynistic is tossed about far too readily, like racist and Nazi. It's come to the point that all three words are losing their power to convince. Which is a damn shame considering there's still a need for them in this world of ours.

In this case, though, a point might well be made. It takes a powerful woman and strips her of her free will. It takes her strength, her bravery, and tossing it aside, setting her into the role of puppet for the "wiser" man.

Now it would be harder to make a case if the story was good. And, in fairness, all I've seen of the story is what I've read on the websites, so I can't really gauge its worth or lake there of.

But honestly, from just what I've read, I can't see any real justification. If Power Girl had still been a Kryptonian at that point, then maybe. Superman, after all, is weak against magic, so why not his cousins?

But as an Atlantian sent through time? Come on! Why couldn't she be the one destined to fight the Big Bad villain? Makes no sense to me at all.*

Gwen Stacy's death, too, inches towards the misogynistic side of the fence. As mentioned in her Wikientry, Gwen was killed because the writer and editors couldn't figure out what to do with her. It was either marry her to Peter or kill her off, and Lord only knows we can have a married Peter Parker. Fans wouldn't stand for it.

Bear in mind that as I write this, Peter has been married to Mary Jane for twenty odd years and no one's complained.**

What is really infuriating about it all is that Gwen really is the perfect girl for Peter. She studied the same subjects as he did. She had a background in law enforcement. She was brave, smart, and true. While she was depicted as crying at the drop of the hat, that was a fault that could be fixed. Originally she was impish and willful, too, as well as pure at heart.

Mary Jane's... well, at best she's hawt. Her characterization waivers between smart and bimbo. More often than not she's Wendy to Peter's Peter Pan, which is an irritating stereotype as any.

In fact, let me let you into a little secret here. I absolutely hate Mary Jane Watson-Parker. Completely. I don't think there's any character I dislike more

If Godzilla came through New York (again) and crushed her flat, I would have a little party. In fact, I'd have her marry off to Green Arrow, a fate that not only should be impossible (different comic companies, after all), but also something no mother would want to have happen to her daughter.

Stupid Green Arrow

prissy goatee...

...

Okay, so there's one character I hate worse than Mary Jane.

Off-topic rants about other characters aside, the death of Gwen Stacy should be as bad as the whole Power Girl pregnancy. But, as I said, the story works. It's a bit overwritten in places, but it fits the series nonetheless. More to the point, it does nothing to change the basic nature of the character.

Which leads to the story known as "Sins Past" and what should be the end of this series.
* In the comments section of the article, Ragnell, writer of The Written World, speaks of Green Lantern/Hal Jordan being considered as being the father of Power Girl's child. Reading this, it occurs to me that the Arion storyline might have been a last moment inspiration. Whether it was or not doesn't matter. I can think of several other ways of explaining Kara's pregnancy without weakening the character, and I bet you can, too. There really is no justification for it.

**Until recently, of course. The Editor in Chief at Marvel has officially blamed all the problems on the marriage. Silly me. Here I was thinking bad stories...

22 May 2006

And Now I'm Back

As predict, we arrived back home yesterday. I was too beat up to add anyting here, and, to be honest, I still find myself with nothing to say. So I'll have to leave things at that.

18 May 2006

Temporary Service Halt

Just a reminder, I am going on a road trip starting today. I should get back home on Sunday, but don't expect to hear from me. I no doubt will be beat. (And perhaps even beaten.)

17 May 2006

A Girl and a Grouch - Images

Two more old school images as I psyche myself for tomorrow's Grand Adventure.

This might be, might be I tell you, B-ko from Project A-ko. Or it could be another girl with purple hair. Let the Fate's decide.

I would like to tell you that my side perspective has improved since this picture, but then I would be a LIAR. Still, whatever defects this profile has, I still think it's a pretty good job.




But not as good as this one! Oscar the Grouch! My hero and role model!

Well, maybe not.

The image did not spring Athena-like from my brow. That would have hurt. Instead, I had another image act as a model. Both this one and the one above are untouched by Paint Shop Pro, thus giving a small degree of how well I'm doing. Bear in mind that I don't know how old the first one is. Oscar is, at the very least, three years old

16 May 2006

The Army - A Single Panel Comic

I'm going to be honest here. While I'm half finished with the next essay in my series, I'm not feeling it. This up coming road trip's got me on edge something fierce.

So instead, I plague you with Old School Cullen images, such as this one.














The green dude is called "The Little Guy", the tear shaped troopers "Wee Beasties." Beyond that, your guess is as good as mine.

What sort of person is the Little Guy? A cut-rate Doctor Doom? Or a collector of some sort?

A word on the army itself: It's just one picture, cut and pasted several times. I know, I know, it's obvious, but I didn't want to look like I was trying to pull something over on anyone.

Kind of cute, don't you think?

15 May 2006

Val Guest

Five days ago, Val Guest died. He was the director of such notable films as The Quatermass Xperiment and The Abomidable Snowman (surely one of the few good Yeti movies.)

His works didn't have much impact on me a child, (unlike, say Roy Ward Baker), but as an adult I found the science fiction movies he directed to be most excellent. He had a talent for the craft that, while not as flashy or as deep as some, still rang true.

13 May 2006

Hell Yeah! Do it! Do it!

I seem to be making up for time not yet lost with three posts today. And maybe more: who knows?

Whatever the day may or may not bring is not the point of this thread. While surfing, I caught sight of this article from beaucoupKevin[dot]com. While the whole article is rather droll, I especially liked the penultimate sentence:
Then I would kick Green Arrow in the throat.
My instant response was... well, the title of this post.

I have no idea what Green Arrow ever did to me to deserve this reaction. Maybe it's some deep, deep repressed memory. Maybe he stole a Tangy Taffy from me, or gave a political rant I couldn't crawl away from. Maybe it's that damn yellow arrow car of his.

Whatever the case, I seem to want grievous physical harm to befall him.

Interesting.

Wonder if I would feel the same way about a blatant knock-off of Spider-man as I do a blatant knock off of Batman?

Short Thoughts on the New Cyberman

Here we have the new Cyberman, appearing in tonight's "Doctor Who" in Britian. I wasn't sure about the redesign at first, but it's been growing on me. Now I think it's damn perfect. Only thing that worries me is the voice.

One other thing: I might bust a gut reading the first "Borg rip-off" comments. 'Cause they're coming... I can feel it...

The included image comes from "Doctor Who" and is © by the BBC if no one else
It is in no way the work of Cullen M. M. Waters

Site Update: Four Days

Four days from now this blog will fall silent. Least I think it's four days...

Anyway, some time next week, I'm going to stop posting and won't be back for maybe four days. This isn't the usual Cullen inertia. Rather, I'm taking a small trip... into madness.

Brother Eric is coming home for the summer and, on whim we've decided to drive down and pick him up. We being my Mother, Brother Todd, and myself

This involves 20+ hours worth of driving almost non-stop down to Prescott AZ, a day to recoup, and another 20+ back. Three drivers one way, four the way back. Lots of scenery the four of us haven't seen. Or, in some cases, haven't seen in a while/won't see cause it'll be night.

We did something similar a couple three years back. Over to California and back. More stops, and more drivers. That was fun (except for a brief showing of bad temper on my part; that wasn't fun). Hopefully this, too, will be fun.

It'll be that or absolute madness. One of the two.

Point being, I will not be here. I plan to be back. I plan to finish my little series, too. I think there are two more posts left in it: a bit more history and then where my head was when this whole thing started. Depends on how long it goes; I hadn't thought it would last this long.

I'll give a head's up when I depart and when I get back, and maybe a post on the trip, assuming something of note happens.

11 May 2006

Pause

Small pause. I know where I'm going with this series, more or less. Just not how far or how deep. I'm also stuck giving more exposition, which is terrible, but we all have to deal with Info Dumps both big and small.

I hope that someone other than myself is enjoying this essay series. If not, I don't think it'll be more than another two or three pieces.

Assuming it does finish. Ho ho ho.

Also, I might put up a essay on a different subject tomorrow and/or Friday.

Be good.

10 May 2006

This is Not A Series of Essays About Power Girl (III) - Tragic

Shifting through the mess that is Power Girl's past, one finds that when tragedy hits our girl, it never hits her in small ways.

For instance, we start out with the familiar Superman origin: her home world Krypton destroyed. She makes out a tad better than the Big S, as Power Girl (aka Kara Zor-L) was given a full Kryptonian education on the way to Earth. But let's face it, losing an entire world is something major.

Then it happens again. Kara's Earth is destroyed in a massive multiple dimensional conflict. In fact, it's done so thoroughly that no one remembers it ever existing. Now not only is she one of the last of her kind, she's among the last survivors of an entire universe. Very depressing.

I mentioned last time her baby. Y'know, the rapid grow kid that no one wants to remember. (Except me, apparently). Well, he was the result of unnatural methods.

During her period as a descendent of Atlantis, Kara found herself pregnant without any idea just how it happened. As it turns out, the man who she thought was her grandfather arranged her condition (!) through magical means that transcended millennia (!!) so that her son could fight off a demonic threat. So important was this fight that not only did the kid need to reach manhood in a haste, he also had nothing afterwards. Exit the newborn Super Hero.

Not only depressing but creepy to the extremes. And not in a good way. The only thing worse would be to suggest She Hulk seduce her cousin the Hulk (which was actually suggested in one of the Marvel Comics, sad to say)

These past few months have heaped more on Kara's head. Not only does she now remember the loss of her Universe, but she also loses the two people who acted as her family on that Earth, Clark Kent and Lois Lane-Kent. Which is a odd thing to write - Superman and Lois don't die, damn it! - but it happened nonetheless.

So my girl Kara hasn't had it easy. But neither has Peter Parker. And, by the very nature of his tragedies, he was far more relatable than Power Girl. Which is, of course, only a segue to this little tangent on Spider-man's own history. Something that is less Cullen related...

To start with, Peter's parents died in a plane crash when Peter was very young. The hows and whys of the matter are a bit of a stretch, but that's not the point. They were gone before he ever got to know them.

His Uncle Ben Parker and Aunt May raise him as best they could. Ben, as it has been revealed, dies shortly after Spider-man is born. Aunt May lingers on, hovering just on the verge of death. Between this and constant money problems, the Parker Luck was clearly set to "bad".

Then bad things start happening to anyone and everyone around him. Starting with...
  • Betty Brant, Peter's first girlfriend, gets the pleasure of seeing her brother shot. That said brother was slime doesn't change things. Later on in the series, her husband is brutally murdered and dressed up as another of Spider-man's foes. So she has no luck what-so-ever. However, in main ways better of than...
  • Liz Allen, Peter's first crush and for sometime Betty's rival, has a half brother who becomes a Super Villain. While this turns out okay after some time, she goes off and marries...
  • Harry Osborn, Peter's best friend, begins experimenting with LSD. Bad trip for all concerned. He straightens out and has a happy life with Liz, right up until he decides to follow in the footsteps of his father...
  • Norman Osborn, who is, as we all know, the psychotic Super Villain known as the Green Goblin. As the Goblin, Norman, discovers that Peter is Spider-man. A convenient case of amnesia prevents a disastrous situation but this leaves Peter in a bind. Does he seek help for Norman and risk having his secret identity exposed, or does he just sit back and hope for the best? Not the greatest way to treat his best friend's father, but certainly better than what happens to...
  • George Stacy. He gets killed by debris thrown about in a battle between Spider-man and his arch foe, Doctor Octopus. Granted, it's a hero's death (he dies rescuing a child), and thus better than what happens to...
  • Flash Thompson, a bully Peter knew in high school. He eventually becomes good friend with Peter afterwards. Which means that the Green Goblin has to punish him. A traffic accident is arranged, in which Flash is seriously brain damaged. Not that it's that noticeable.
And so on and so forth. It's pretty clear that, like Thomas Magnum, Mike Hammer, and Jessica Fletcher, if you know Peter, you're going to get in some sort of trouble.

But all of this is window dressing compared to the murder of Gwen Stacy. See, Gwen was the One, the girl Peter was going to marry, if he could only figure out a way of telling her he was Spider-man. As she blamed Spider-man for the death of her father, the aforementioned George Stacy, this seemed never to be. Only, in time, she forgave Spider-man, and everything seemed swell again...

Just in time for Harry Osborn's dating life to go into the crapper. Upset, he goes back to the tender care of LCD like the little twit he was. More bad trips, more thrashing about. No wonder he comes to a bad end later on in life.

His father takes this badly. Already stressed by problems at work, Norman starts looking for someone to blame. He lashes out at Harry's friends. They should have been watching out for his boy. Especially that Parker. Oh how he hated that Parker...

Unsurprisingly, the memories of being the Green Goblin return to Norman, and with them comes a focus for his hatred. It's all Parker's fault. Norman dons his costume and heads off to find Peter and continue their struggle.

He finds Gwen instead.

Spider-man, desperate to save his love, finds her with the Green Goblin atop the George Washington Bridge. After an exchange of words, the Goblin knocks his captive over the side, sending her plummeting toward the water below. Acting on instinct, Peter sends out a web-line... but it doesn't do any good. By that point, even if he had jumped after her, she would have died.

Gwen Stacy was doomed.

And from that point on, so was Norman Osborn and his son. Norman would soon be killed in a battle with Spider-man, hoisted by his on petard much like as seen in the movie version. Harry, still suffering from his trip, stumbles over his father's remains. Again, Spider-man is blamed, and he swears vengeance. An oath that would lead him, like his father, to madness and death.

But that was what lay ahead, and besides the point. The death of Gwen Stacy, like the death of Ben Parker, was a major turning point in Peter's history. It underscored Spider-man's basic theme, that with great power comes great responsibility. If Peter had, again, acted, had he risked being discovered and got Norman the help he needed, then Gwen would have lived.

It was that simple. A powerful, important lesson.

One arrogance and foolishness have in recent years utterly ruined.

The included images comes are © by the DC and Marvel, respectively, if no one else
It is in no way the work of Cullen M. M. Waters


08 May 2006

This is Not A Series of Essays About Power Girl (II) - The Fall of Spider-Man Begins

Power Girl's history is a bit of a mess. Hell, the character herself is as well.

First she was Superman's cousin (on an alternate Earth; don't ask). Then she was the descendent of an Atlantian Sorcerer. She has a baby who grows up at a rapid rate, becomes a hero, then vanishes from continuity. She's weak against Kryptonite, against wood, against nothing at all. Now she's back to Superman's cousin from another universe.

Which is a lot to take in all at once. Makes me glad I haven't found Hawkman as interesting. Hawkman's continuity issues been known to drive DC fans insane. Really.

But my hero Spider-man had a straight forward history. Bitten by a radioactive spider, Peter Parker gains a wide variety of super powers. He starts off trying to exploit these powers, but after indirectly causing the death of his Uncle Ben (by not stopping a crook when he could), he changes his mind. Instead, he uses his powers and his scientific knowledge to fight crime. Thus Spider-man is born.

Real simple. Too bad it couldn't last.
As I said last time, the Nineties weren't the greatest of times for comics. Everything went all grim and gritty. I generally blame Batman for this, as Batman was also sorts of successful with the grim and the grit, but maybe it was the decade. Who knows?

Sadly, this wave of "Gritty Stupidity" swept up my boy Spidey. At one point his parents, long thought dead, return. Only they're not his parents; their robot assassins create to cause further pain and anguish to Peter Parker. This was done by an old friend named Harry Osborn, who had recently died trying to emulate his father, the mad super criminal known as the Green Goblin.

I seem to recall additional traumas, but the net result is Peter having a nervous breakdown. He enters a cocoon made out of his own webbing and spends some quality time there while his wife, Mary Jane, watches helplessly on. When he emerges, he sheds his Parker identity, becoming just Spider-man. Or, as he put it, "the Spider."

And by "put it" I mean literally. Ever sentence he uttered or thought from that point was "the Spider this", "The Spider that."

Seriously.

Someone actually thought this was a good idea and ran with it.

Through multiple titles.

On this, he became more violent, darker, grittier, and pretty much unreadable.

Nevertheless, I kept on reading. Because I was a Spider-Fan. And surely this couldn't last, right? We'd get back to basics, right?

In time Peter does come back to his senses. Can't remember how, but he does. Right in time to go through the "Clone Saga". Which was a mistake that the character has never fully recovered from.

On the web, there's a site devoted to this portion of Spider-man's history called Life of Reilly, named after the clone Ben Reilly. It covers every aspect of the story, but it's a very interesting analysis of a story line going bad. It consists of thirty five good sized parts, so you might see why I'm hesitant to go into detail.

However, in a nutshell, the over-all plot of the "Clone Saga" includes:
  • the return of a clone of Spider-man (created by the villain known as the Jackal because he could)
  • the revelation that said clone was the actual Peter Parker, who's place had been taken by the one we thought was the real deal (because "Gritty Stupidity" had "ruined" the character.)
  • a pregnancy for Mary Jane and Peter
  • The death of Doctor Octopus in the lamest manner possible (he gets better)
  • God-like beings of power whose purpose never really gets any clearer
  • the death of Aunt May (she doesn't get better, but she does come back in an achingly stupid manner later on)
  • Peter being accused of mass murder then having his name cleared (another clone what done it!)
  • Peter losing his powers, retiring, then having everything come back to him and him returning to action (wheee!)
  • the death/kidnapping/who knows of Peter and Mary Jane's child
  • The revelation that the whole Clone Saga was caused by the Green Goblin (who also recovered from death quite nicely)
  • And, finally, the death of the now confirmed clone Ben Reilly (who hasn't returned yet but is feeling much better.)
Oh, and a re-enactment of the death of Gwen Stacy in which Spider-man actually saves the girl. This happens twice, once for Reilly, once for Peter. Just in case we missed it the first time.

That last bit is important. We'll go into great details later.

I quit reading Spider-man maybe half way through the... I guess "story" is the word. Figured I'd come back when things get better.

Only they never did. Competent writers would write the titles and it was like they were newbie hacks with delusions of grandeur. As if all of their skills at the craft were sucked away. They even ended the series, restarted it, and it still was no good.

At one point, I was reading the Manga Spider-man thinking that this was as close to my Spider-man as I could come. And the Manga Spidey is nothing like the original...

Sounds a bit grim, for a fan, doesn't it? And yet I look back on those days with a bit of fondness. I had no idea how bad it could get...

The included image is © by DC if no one else
It is in no way the work of Cullen M. M. Waters


This is Not A Series of Essays About Power Girl (I) - Seriously, It's Not About Power Girl...

what poise!...but it damn well could be. I mean, easy. My infatuation with the character hasn't waned an iota since I first spoke of her. True, I've done little to act on this interest. I've not bought a book with her in it, as Money and me aren't always on speaking terms.* Beyond reading her bio at Wiki and other places, I do little enough to find out about her.

I just look at her pictures.

A lot.

Far too much actually.

But this is really not what I've come here to speak about. Although it's related.

Sort of.

I have always liked comic books, specifically those dealing with Super Heroes. As frequent visitors to this site know (all three of you), I've broached this subject with good cheer and, on occasion, a bit of bemusement. I can get behind their silliness, their seriousness, and everything in-between.

I used to be an avid collector, buying a wide variety of titles (all Marvel). That tapered off in the Nineties as all of comicdom entered a stage of "Gritty Stupidity."** However, I tend to keep up with what was going on in the four-colored world. Hitting review sites, and the like.

Over the years, I found my favorites, some of which I've mentioned, others I have not. Through one such site I found a new hang out called Written World. A part of the reason I'm hooked is because it's written by a female (one Ragnell) and I enjoy reading the opinion of women on subjects I like. Broadens my own perspective.

What grace!But more importantly, she's a Power Girl fan. And through her site I can keep track of my girl so much easier.

One of Ragnell's posts deals with a comic urban legend. Allegedly artist Wally Wood decided, as a prank, to drawn Power Girl's breasts a little bigger each issue until someone caught him at it. No one did, and by the time he left the book, she was well endowed. And has been ever since.

An amusing bit of trivia, I had thought, but Ragnell disproves it in as direct a manner as possible by posting images from Wood's run in sequence. I studied the images and decided I was spending too much time looking at Power Girl. Or not enough. I forget.

Oh, and if Wood was enbiggening, he was enbiggening in microscopic amounts. Our girl is 100% all righty...

Sexist? Me?

Any way, all of this triggered an idea for a new essay dealing with Power Girl. Further reading at "Written World" on my heroine inspired further thought, and I was all set to blather on about the woman. Pretty much as I have been doing for the past 14 or so paragraphs.

And then it came to me. I'm doing repeat business on a character I've never collected. And yet there is one Super Hero currently listed in my profile that I haven't had an essay for. I've mentioned him a few times, but never wrote about him.

There is a reason for this.

The included image comes from "Doctor Who" and is © by DC if no one else
It is in no way the work of Cullen M. M. Waters


*And when we are, I blow Money off in favor of owning "Doctor Who", used RPG videogames, Anime, and horror movies of various worth. I'm such a cad.
** A lot of really good things suffered during this time. "Doctor Who" was among them, with what was, in my opinion, some of the most wrongheaded story lines imaginable. Fortunately this occurred in the novels that followed the actual series. Even more fortunately, the new TV series seems to be ignoring them entirely, favoring the much superior Big Finish Audios. Which, to my immense amusement and irritation, occasionally try and mesh with the aforementioned wrongheaded story lines.

I have no idea what this has to do with anything, but I thought I'd share and, frankly, it doesn't deserve a post of its own...

06 May 2006

Cuckoo Clock

I went to the end of my block
To retrieve my cuckoo clock
It had heard I was killing time
And thought that this was out of line

It trembled as I drew near
as if from me it had to fear!
I calmed it down as best I could
Patting gently its fine wood

"You have caused me such a fright!
Killing Time is just not right!"
I convinced it not to run away
And we went home to work and play.

This event helped my hopes to bolster
that I could do likewise for my toaster

I'm sure other, better poets have gone down this path before, but the thought crept into my head and I went with it. Nothing else was coming...

03 May 2006

Whispered to the Ether

Ideas come and go. Only the ones with the strongest impression remain.

Note I say strongest. Not the best, or even good. Just strongest.

Examining ideas from every angle is the best policy.

02 May 2006

Hughes Mearns Poem

Bear in mind that one man's creepy is another man's laff riot. However, I've always thought that this little bit from Hugh Mearns (aka William Hugh Mearns) was creepier than most any poem I have ever read:
Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away.
Just thnk about it. You're coming downstairs in your house and meet someone who isn't there. Who is he? What is he? Why is he in your house? What does he want there? Will he go away? Has he always been there? Are there more like him? Is there a way to become like him? Are you starting down that path? Half way there?

And, perhaps more importantly, will you meet him in other, more private places? And what does he think of meeting you?

So many little questions for such a little poem. As a kid, I had a book of poems with it in it. It's haunted me for years...

01 May 2006

Stephen Crane Poems - With Comments

Technically, Stephen Crane isn't a Fantastic Writer. He does, however have some striking poetry that does fit that particular genre.

Some of which I like quite a bit. Every now and then I look him up for on line. Big production.

In order to cut down on the hassle of looking these up, I've decided to post the bits of his works I found most interesting. To off set the over abundance of not-Cullen writing this will result in, I intend to give a few comments on the works. Some pertenent, some impertanet. Hopeful all entertaining and enlightening. If my comments aren't either, then Crane's words will more than surfice.

Unless otherwise noted, the poems in this essay are from The Black Rider and Other Lines. I believe it is out of copyright stuff as it was pulled from Wikisource. I assume they knows better than to do otherwise. However, if I've done wrong, let me know and I'll pull the article.

Without further ado...

III
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
How many people are like this in fiction? Didn't Scrooge look upon the misery of his life and feel content?

Also, am I alone in picturing the "creature" as Gollum?
IX
I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
and carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning,
And said, "Comrade! Brother!"
Now there's a man with self-hatred issues.

Crane, like a lot of poets, seemed to have a pretty bleak outlook on life. Not me, though. I'm positive.

I'm positive I'm going to screw up. I'm positive I'm going to fail any given relationship. I'm positive my efforts to change things will fail.

I'm also almost positive that I was kidding in the last paragraph.

(Quick thought: is he the one who finds the gates locked in my poem At the Gates of Eternity? Or is he the one who directs people there?)
XXIV
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never -"

"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.
The eternal struggle between the skeptic and the believer, from the skeptic's point of view. Note how the narrator accosts the man not out of wanting to help the man out of his madness, but because he was disturbed by what he was seeing.
XXV
Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
And near it, a stern spirit.

There came a drooping maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
"No flowers for him," he said.
The maid wept:
"Ah, I loved him."
But the spirit, grim and frowning:
"No flowers for him."

Now, this is it --
If the spirit was just,
Why did the maid weep?
The answer is that the spirit, in his desire for vengence, is far from just. The man was wicked, the maid wasn't. In preventing her expression of remorse, the spirit does more harm to the maid than to the man. In fact, her declaration of love is worth far more than any countless number of flowers.

What an empty gesture on the spirit's part. What an empty thing the spirit is.
XLVII
"Think as I think," said a man,
"Or you are abominably wicked;
You are a toad."

And after I had thought of it,
I said, "I will, then, be a toad."
Dad's favorite, and mine too. I try to keep it in mind when I argue on-line, but far too often I end up calling people toads.

Also, the heart and soul of modern politics, summed up close to a hundred years ago. Depressing, isn't it?

Finally, from War is Kind and Other Lines:
XXI
A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."

Tomorrow, I plan to do something simular with one of the creepiest poems out there.