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Posted on 02.16.08 by Widge @ 9:29 pm
Okay, so I’ve been listening to a bunch of the great old radio shows like Lights Out and Inner Sanctum (Lights Out has one of the best taglines in history: “It…is…later…than…you…think…”). Some of them are cheesy. Some of them aren’t even remotely scary. But they’re fascinating nonetheless. But having heard quite a few of them, I’m tempted to think that surely some version of this scenario must have figured into one of them… “Five astronauts…one space station…one gun.” Of course, make each astronaut from a different country and then that sounds like one of their heavyhanded message productions that would happen from time to time. I would love to recreate those same productions with a new cast, but using the same classic foley techniques. Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 02.15.08 by Widge @ 10:59 pm
I love this. First of all, it’s exactly the sentiment I was trying to get across in my poem, “The Stygian Depths of You and I and All.” Secondly, “Last Week’s Potatoes” is tremendous name for a band. Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 02.02.08 by Widge @ 5:38 am
I can’t stop listening to “Queen B” from Puscifer’s V is for Vagina album. I have no idea why. It’s just great music to work by, I guess. This music video is pretty…well, it’s what you would expect from Maynard, I think. Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 01.23.08 by Widge @ 8:11 pm
Westboro Baptist Church is going to picket Heath Ledger’s funeral. He’s dead, assholes. Why not see to the living, like that guy Jesus would have wanted you to do? Jesus. You might have heard of the guy. And folks, remember, if you don’t believe in their God, he will show his unending love for you by boiling you in hell for all eternity. Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 01.22.08 by Widge @ 1:40 am
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Posted on 01.21.08 by Widge @ 3:56 am
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Posted on 01.20.08 by Widge @ 5:35 pm
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Posted on 01.13.08 by Widge @ 1:11 am
Yes, this is going to be the shortest list ever: ever time I turn around I see bloggers who blog about blogging blogging about ways to come up with things to blog about. They write these as though serious trying-to-go-pro articles really need them. And I’m sick to damn death of them. So. Here’s my one tip for people who need these articles: you’re either not cut out to be a serious (”serious” defined however you like) blogger or you’re not blogging about stuff you’re passionate about. You’re trying to talk about the wrong stuff. If you’re passionate about something, you’ll never run out of things to say about it. Unless it’s the most narrow subject matter ever. The mating habits of naked mole rats, for example. I could probably not write about that subject for more than a few days. But then again, I’m not passionate about naked mole rats. The naked mole rat expert from Fast, Cheap… could probably blog his ass off about them, though. I mean seriously: I have a huge backlog of posts I want to do for Needcoffee that aren’t done for lack of time. Because I’m passionate about pop culture, which might be sad, but blogging brings out the sad damn-i-need-a-life in all of us. If you’re blogging just for you–which is basically what I do on here–then yeah, blog whenever the mood strikes you. But if you’re really trying to do Something (”Something” defined however you like) with your blog and you’re getting writer’s block, well…other folks might try and dress it up and make you feel good, but I’ll give it to you straight. Either take a long, hard look at your tactics and change them up, or just face up to the fact that it’s a hobby. Filed under: Free Ideas
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Posted on 01.12.08 by Widge @ 2:11 pm
You know, Dan Goodsell posted this over on his website–his first comic book. And I thought for some time that I remembered my first comic. It was in a drugstore, back when they still had comics–remember “Hey Kids, Comics!” Remember those wire metal racks? When you would flip towards the back to find the ones that weren’t fucked up and creased by people flipping towards the back to find the ones that weren’t fucked up and creased? Or were you someone like me who was a considerate member of the comics buying community and very cautiously flipped back? Anyway, it was a Justice League of America comic. I remember it was one of those annual crossovers with the Justice Society, and I thought the cover was one of those classic setups where one group of characters was rushing in from left and the other was rushing in from right with the inevitable clash in the middle something that was supposedly inside the pages. What I remember most about it, though, is reading it and recognizing the Justice League characters from the SuperFriends cartoon that I watched religiously (even the shit episodes, and by me saying that probably three or four jumped into your mind). But the Justice Society–the idea that there was a whole separate world out there where the heroes were older (not just older–Batman was dead?!?) and had fought during World War II? Holy crap! From a continuity standpoint I had no clue what was happening, but from a conceptual standpoint I was addicted. Thus, I was introduced to comics and advanced multi-dimensional physics in one sitting. Oh sure, I’m positive I had read some Harvey comics or Disney comics or something when I was younger–but this–this was something else. This was nitroglycerin, baby. And it started me on my love of the spandex genre and comics in general. So I decided to try and track down my first comic. Using this cover gallery. With disappointing results. First, it’s hard to distinguish, this far removed from when I was collecting comics on the neurotic level, between comics I bought from the racks and comics I bought later when I was a Collector. Like for example, the 100-page giants–I owned a bunch of those, but I’m certain I bought them later. I’m almost positive, for example, I owned #189 and #190 (the Starro two-parter). But when I acquired them, I have no idea. #191 I don’t remember the cover for, but #192 (the start of the Red Tornado origin story) I know I bought from the rack. And then ongoing from there, since I read the Justice Society bit, going back into the Old West and then on through and past the great extra-sized #200. So what JLA book did I pick up first since I can’t find a cover that fits what I knew in my mind? Well, my memory is terrible, especially when you go back that far in my life. Is it possible that I crafted some kind of amalgam ur-comic in my head? Is it possible that #192 was my first comic and I’ve just mixed up the contents with another comic? That was 1981. I was 8. That sounds about right. I do remember that the copy of #192 in my collection was really shredded. So that makes sense. But still, I don’t know that I’ll ever remember for sure. So. There you have it. What was your first comic? Can you sort out which one it was? Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 12.28.07 by Widge @ 10:55 am
A lot of people seem to appreciate this film. Me, I can’t stop screaming at the screen, “Kid! Get off the train! It’s full of hollow-eyed zombies–what, are you blind?” Is it just me? Filed under: General BS
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John Robinson is a writer of prose, poetry and comics who also writes under
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