Friday, October 30, 2009

WHO DRESSES THE WATCHMEN for Friday, October 30, 2009

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Who Dresses The Watchmen?
  There are several questions about superhero costumes that have never adequately been addressed.
  Questions such as, “Do superheroes where adult diapers?”
  It seems to me that if you're out on patrol all night, keeping the city safe from evil-doers and the like, you may not be able to plan your bathroom breaks with the, oh let's say, regularity that you might hope for.
  What if you get sucker-punched by a couple of Two-Face's henchmen and you wake up strapped to a water board, with crazy Harvey Dent standing over you with two days worth of coins to flip, heads for lead pipe and tails for garden hose. Eventually you're gonna have to tell Harvey to pick a number between one and two in order to determine which bodily function to to allow first. It would be good to have an extra layer of protection there to save yourself some embarrassment. The last thing you want is everyone in Arkham Asylum knowing that you guano'd in your batsuit.

  You're web-swinging your way around the city when Dr. Octopus sudden punches you in the chubby_Kung_Fu_Spiderman_558885 kidneys with three of his metal arms. Sure in a pragmatic sense, you can be forgiven for having a momentary lapse of bladder control under the circumstances, but it's difficult to remain dignified when bad guys point and laugh.

  Perhaps it's just a quiet night with no significant crime for you fight, but your neighbourhood bodega closes at ten o'clock and you've nowhere else to go. It just wouldn't be right for a defender of the defenseless and hero of the downtrodden to take a whizz off the side of a building. It doesn't matter if you're both blind and a lawyer, you're gonna get some bad press out of that.
  What about athletic supporters? Shouldn’t a superhero wear a cup?
  They dedicate entire episodes of America's Funniest Home Videos to the groin punch and the crotch crash. At least 72% of the videos on YouTube involve some guy or other getting nailed in the stones. It happens. It's out there. And those are just the accidental hits.
  Superheroes fight supervillains, bad guys, evil bastards who wouldn't think twice about winding up and slamming a bus into your berries.
  Twice.
  On purpose.
  Protect yourself and your future potential generations. You've got to keep your junk functional if you're ever going to have any hope of producing children that can be written out of current continuity ten years later during the next retro-fit re-imagining.
  Then there are the costuming issues with female superheroes. Do they get to design their own costumes or are their crime-fighting outfits assigned by a committee of teenage boys meeting in an undisclosed location in their parents’ basement?
  Although I'm sure dressing like a swimwear model or a well armed hooker might seem like the power best way to battle crime and other assorted universal scourges that my arise from time to time, it hardly seems practical to spend the night leaping from rooftop to rooftop wearing high heels and very little else.
  Not that I'm complaining, of course. I could happily spend the day watching super-powered women run around in their impractically flimsy and petite costumes. In fact, I would actively consider committing crimes on a regular basis if I knew that Wonder Woman would show up to spank me (metaphorically speaking, of course). But that's just it, isn't it? You never know who's going to show up. There's no guarantee that it's actually going to be Wonder Woman. Or any woman, for that matter.
  Let's say you've just robbed a corner store and a couple of representatives from Justice Revengers Local 212 arrive. You are going to have your ass handed to you. No doubt about it.
  Would you rather…
  a/ get beaten to a pulp by some testosterone-soaked guy dressed head-to-toe in spandex with anger issues that compensate for his steroid-shrivelled testicles, or
  b/ get beaten to a pulp by a triple-D cup fantasy girl in thigh-high leather boots, a chainmail thong and screaming-eagle pasties?
  Yeah, me too.
  Either way, you're going to end up in the prison hospital, but at least if she puts you there, you'll have a mental image to dream about during the three years you spend in a body cast.
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

AXE ME NO QUESTIONS for Wednesday, October 28, 2009

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“AXE ME NO QUESTIONS… AND I WON’T END YOUR LIFE!”


  Look… I’m sick as a dog so this is gonna be brief and not very funny. Really. Why? Because I’m sick as a dog! Pay attention.
  By the way, (funny seeing it all written out like that isn’t it? Refreshing isn’t it? No? Well then, go to hell.)
  Anyway…
  Language can be useful… or not.battle_axe2
  I personally am not of the “language police” persuasion. I don’t believe language needs to be static or rigid in everyday use.
  In fact, it can be downright, good old-fashioned child-like fun to just mess around with words for the heck of it… in informal situations.
  In other words… when it really isn’t important. When there’s nothing riding on it. When it’s just between friends.
  When does it matter?
  At work. In business. Committing any of the countless transactions we engage in daily at stores and restaurants, government agencies.
  You when it also matters? When you’re an actor onstage reciting or singing lines written by someone else.
  Some time ago I attended a touring production of Rice and Webber’s “Jesus Christ Superstar” perhaps the greatest humanist treatment of the story of Christ ever written. (Or not, depending on axe_body_spray-400-400whether or not you hate that sort of thing.)
  The actor portraying Pontius Pilate, having the privilege of singing multi-award winning lyrical  maestro Tim Rice’s words, chose, strangely (and in violation of stage craft ethics) to interpret Pilate as some sort of raving effeminate stereotype and to change the words in the song “Pilate’s Dream” from “I asked them to say what had happened…” to “I AXED them…”
  That’s right. A grown man purporting to be a professional actor singing words by an English lyricist actually said “AXED” when the word the script called for was “ASKED”.
  Now at first, neither I, nor my friend Deb Shaw nor anyone else in the theatre that night could believe what we were hearing. With an almost audible SNAP! an electric buzz of low key indignation and hostility thrummed in the air.
  Surely this was a mistake. Surely that a**hole up there didn’t just reduce the lyrics of Tim Rice to the level of Ebonics (which exists on a linguistic continuum somewhere between Farting Infant and Retarded Five Year Old).
  But then it happened. The next line “I asked again…” was coming up and then it arrived. “I AXED again…” sang the a**hole.
  And that was when I felt it for the first time, that rarest of Canadian cultural phenomena: A  palpable, seething, unifying hatred from pretty much every civilized decent, docile person in the room.
  For a brief moment I found myself looking about for an anachronistic fire axe behind glass somewhere. I didn’t see one. But I’m fairly convinced that I did see a lot of other people looking for the same thing. Lucky for a**hole, I guess. Had there been one I could readily have envisioned him getting AXED in the head, repeatedly. (It might even have been justifiable homicide given the way that TMZ/American Idol-era  cast of “Look Ma! It’s my moment to SHINE!” wannabes MURDERED JCS!)
  And speaking of murdering the language…Golden-Axe-1
  Can somebody PLEASE reverse the tide of linguistic obscenity that has been assaulting me at every McDonald’s, Tim Horton’s, Wendy’s or other fast food outlet?
  If I have to stand in line and hear someone yell “Can I help who’s next?” once more I may go looking for that AXE.
  The first time I heard this particular brutalization, I was genuinely perplexed. I looked around trying to see who they were yelling at, to see who it was that was somehow blaming them for the order of the line.
  Today I was at the Pharmacy.
  “Can I help who’s next?” Came the cry.
  Inside me the reply boiled up like a volcano of rage. “No! You can’t ‘help who’s next’. Line order is BEYOND the scope of your powers. But you know who you can help? ME! I’M NEXT!
  Now gibbe by damb zinus bedication and ged be oudda here before I hit you widd an AXE!
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Sunday, October 25, 2009

WEEKLY NEWS ROUNDUP for Sunday, October 18, 2009

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NOW WITH 100% MORE TWILIGHT!
SMALL TOWN WELCOMES PALE, SHIMMERY
VAMPIRES AS FORM OF WEREWOLF CONTROL.
“IT’S A DESPERATE MOVE I KNOW” TOWN MAYER SAYS “BUT THERE ISN’T MUCH ELSE WE CAN DO.  YOU HAVE TO FIGHT SUPERNATURAL ENTITY WITH SUPERNATURAL ENTITY.”
WHEN ASKED WHAT HE WOULD DO IF THE VAMPIRES TRY TO TAKE OVER, THE MAYER SAYS HE WILL CALL IN AN ARMY OF ZOMBIES, WHICH HE WILL THEN DEFEAT WITH MUMMIES, WHICH WILL THEN HAVE TO FIGHT CRAB PEOPLE, SLIME PEOPLE AND, FOR SOME REASON, THE WOMAN’S AUXILIARY OF CHELTENHAM.

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IT’S ABOUT PRIORITIES PEOPLE!!!
  The world was on the edge of it’s seat this week when the newly reformed Soviet Sexy baby!Union threatened an nuclear ICBM first strike against western forces unless they  were allowed to regain territorial control over Aphganistan.  A spokesman for the Russian President said “We will not hesitate to defend what is obviously ours, even if it means worldwide destruction.”
  President Obama, responding to the crises … wait a minute … this just in, a boy is trapped in a balloon.  That’s right, a boy is trapped inside of a home made weather balloon and we are going to dedicate every moment of every news minute to this very, very important story.
  
  Oh the humanity!!


FUN TWILIGHT FACT #1
  The Twilight book series was not originally called Twilight.  Author Stephanie Meyer wanted to call the book Little Bella and the Vamperella, but changed to title after 23 publishers turned it down.  The 24th publisher was drunk when he read the manuscript, which explains a lot.
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BUT THAT AIN’T WHAT IT TAKES TO LOVE ME

  LONDON – Two Slovenian scientists have discovered a species of large spiderI ain't afraid of no spider! assumed to have been extinct.  Found in South Africa, the female spider, who's leg span is 10 to 12 centimetres and can spin a web a meter in diameter, has been named the AAAAAAAHHHHHGETITOFFMEGETITOFFME Spider.
  The spider is larger than the previous record holders, the OHMYGODOHMYGOD Spider and the deadly AAAAAAHHHHHHH (faint) Spider of Madagascar.



TWILIGHT FUN FACT #2
  Actor Robert Pattinson was not the first actor considered for the role of Edward.  The role was originally offered to three year old Christian McMichael, but he was considered too good an actor so Pattinson got his big break.
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WAX ON, WAX OFF
  HOLLYWOOD – Madame Tussauds wax museum in Hollywood unveiled their new team-jacob-posterattraction this week.  The attraction was wax duplicates of the tween favourite Jonas  Brothers.
  Almost immediately the wax figures were given a three album deal, a TV show and a movie.  Plans are now afoot for twelve more sets of wax figures, each set with their own region of the world.  Soon there will be Jonas Brothers wax figures everywhere.  Every house will have their own Jonas Brothers wax figures.  Dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!


TWILIGHT FUN FACT #3
  In a recent poll, when asked to choose between Team Edward or Team Jacob, 73% of respondents threw themselves off of bridges.
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Gord Gardiner – Team Larry the Cable Guy
Jen Gardiner – Team Curly Joe