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Rogues
Art by Leonardo Romero
Expressing regret that the interruption would delay the highly anticipated video game adaptation, the producers of A24’s upcoming Elden Ring film announced Tuesday that the project had stalled after a red phantom named TwinkPunisher invaded the set. “Despite our security team’s best efforts, a loincloth-wearing invader with the handle TwinkPunisher was able to gain access to the shoot through the use of a Festering Bloody Finger, disrupting production for the foreseeable future,” said a spokesperson for the studio, adding that TwinkPunisher had tauntingly placed a Rainbow Stone on the ground for every take he managed to render unusable by performing the “warm welcome” gesture, by obscuring the actors with the Ekzykes’s Decay incantation, or by repeatedly spamming the “You’re beautiful” Prattling Pate over dialogue.
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THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RETURN OF THE KING (2003), dir. Peter Jackson
Éowyn, Éowyn! Éowyn how come you here? What madness or devilry is this? Death, death, death! Death take us all!
"In the ‘60s one either believed that America was being greened or that America was being morally defoliated. You either believed that this was the dawning of the age of Aquarius or you believed that we were on the eve of destruction. I sometimes think that the most malignant aspect of the period was the extent to which everyone dealt exclusively in symbols. Certain artifacts were understood to denote something other than themselves, something supposedly abstract; some positive or negative moral value. And whether the artifact was positively or negatively charged depended not on any objective reality at all but on where you stood, where the polarization had thrown you. Marijuana was a symbol. Long hair was of course a symbol, and so was short hair. Natural foods were a symbol – rice, seaweed, raw milk, the whole litany. I found myself in situations during the late ‘60s where my refusal to give my baby unpasteurized milk was construed as evidence that I must be “on the other side.” Probably an undercover. In fact, it meant nothing except that I had grown up around farms and I had known children who got tuberculosis and brucellosis from drinking raw milk. But this was a period in which everything was understood to have some moral freight, some meaning beyond itself. And in fact, nothing did; that was the peculiarity of the decade. In a way it was very touching, this whole society so starved for meaning that it made totems out of meaningless artifacts. The whole country was like a cargo cult. But it was also very destructive. Because nothing meant what it was supposed to mean."
Joan Didion's 1975 Commencement Address at UC Riverside
It is the phenomenon sometimes called alienation from self. In its advanced stages, we no longer answer the telephone, because someone might want something; that we could say no without drowning in self-reproach is an idea alien to this game. Every encounter demands too much, tears the nerves, drains the will, and the spectre of something as small as an unanswered letter arouses such disproportionate guilt that one's sanity becomes an object of speculation among one's acquaintances. To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves—there lies the great, the singular power of self-respect. Without it, one eventually discovers the final turn of the screw: one runs away to find oneself, and finds no one at home.
"On Self-Respect", Joan Didion
The Sopranos | 3.13 “Army of One”
podracer Sebulba notably absent from swift-kelce wedding attendees............
I love the era of Batman comics where it was clear the writers and artists had just watched The Wire and The Sopranos. Two examples: in Catwoman Disguises, Brubaker does the "always I am Boris" Joke from The Wire, and in Gotham Central, there is a cop who looks identical to Ralph Cifaretto. I am not being smart either; I genuinely love that era and think it's the best Batman stuff there is, and on top of that the best Gotham stuff.
"Obviously, I'm prone to depression… a certain bleak attitude about the world… but I know I can handle it. Your kids though…"
THE SOPRANOS Season 6 | Episode 17 "Walk Like a Man"
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Tim Sale Drawing Batman / Batman (2016) Annual #2
DARK VICTORY 1999 ‧ Tim Sale, Jeph Loeb
I was watching Penguin last night and was reminded of this Batman artist Tim Sale. I saw his covers for Catwoman: When In Rome over a decade ago and I remember they made such a huge impression on me. Only then I had no idea he was the artist, I only saw the artwork without credit somewhere. I never really seek out superhero comics so I haven't had chance to read these, but his art is really great and thought I would share. Sadly he passed away two years ago.
Actually, it's 1969.