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I don't even know where/who I gakked this from. I read 3 days worth of Facebook all at once last night and when i snapped out of the resulting stupor, i was holding this link and my Like button was stained with blood. Anyway, it looked like something TheDeadCat would like. (the preview is at the bottom after the review of the preview)
http://www.comicsalliance.com/2012/04/09/alabaster-wolves-comic/
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I'm going to quote (loosely) from a comicbook, because I do stuff like that, and it seems artistically relevant to these times we're living in. I'm paraphrasing for the sake of brevity of context and compensating for lack of pictures. Sorry if it sounds like an off-broadway one-man play... so, a Superman Annual from the 90s, "Legends of the Dead Earth", put a little sign on the stage that says 'Superman created by Jerry Siegel & Joe Shuster'. Soft spotlight on a man in blue with goggles and jetpack, an heir to the superman legacy, as he reaches the climax of his story:

"They lied to us all along. They knew we wouldn't really fight them so long as we thought we deserved to be oppressed, that somehow we'd brought all our misery on ourselves, and couldn't do any better than that. They conquered us, enslaved us, and then they twisted every story they could get their hands on, to make themselves the heroes, the victims, the good guys, the deserving. I see now this isn't a job for Superman. It's too big for that. This is a Job for Everyone. and I'm going to fly up and write this in the sky in huge burning letters, where they can't tear it down or cover it up , where the whole city can see, and everyone will say, 'Look...Up in the Sky. It's ...the Truth!' "

The twists in the taglines are from the original.
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There is SO much I'm supposed to be, need to be, doing. phone calls, household chores, appointments, emails, social engagements to rsvp, birthdays to acknowledge, ... but when Thymewind asked me to look over the FoxCon website, I saw that 'DoddNK' (my GMing Sensei) was running a superhero rpg at the Con that I didn't recognize. 'How could this be? Would DoddNK try something newfangled? Could something old exist I didn't know about by now?', says I, and google it. "The 4C System" turns out to stand for 'four color' and it's an open source retroclone (no, seriously, that's a word; a movement, even) of the original Marvel Super-Heroes Roleplaying Game. Yes, someone *paraphrased* the rules to create a version of the game that you can legally make supplements for, decades after the original company-owned version went out of print. (The original game rated success on a color-coded scale, but changing those colors into the four ink colors formerly used to print all comicbooks was a touch of genius. Likewise, 'column shifts' become 'row steps', which means the same with fewer letters.) This is so cool, in an unexplainable geeky way. It makes me want to write an adventure scenario entitled "Crisis on Earth-Red" (positing four parallel earths, wherein Yellow is Golden Age, Blue is Silver Age, and one of the other two is Dark Age.) However, despite its open source nature, my attempts to download a free e-copy of the 4C rules all fail, and I remain unsure about buying something I technically already have, just in different words. Maybe if it were cheap enough.
Anyway, in surfing about looking, I find out that Steve Kenson, the creator of M&M, has created _Icons_, a rules-light fast-playing generic superhero game inspired by old superhero rpgs, notably MSH, but with Fudge-inspired narrative mechanics. So, it's like my Marvel Fudge game, except ever so more so; those ideas, more fully developed, and made more stand-alone. There are times when I see someone else succeeding with a project based on ideas like mine that I haven't followed through on and get depressed; but there are also, perhaps more often, times when seeing that success find an audience vindicates my ideas and tastes and instincts, and I say to myself not "that could have been me." but rather, "That could be me, next time." Maybe if I can make Chicagoplex into something viable and self-supporting,* it could find an audience, too. In the meantime, I really want to snag a copy of _Icons_ and see what else he's done with those ideas.

[*or the Hudsucker Inception, or the All-Star Project, or any of the other fifty half-finished projects piled up in the workshop in the basement of my mind. It's looks like my grandfather's workshop did, but with more paper and clutter. maybe a blackboard.]
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My body may be scrubbing toilets, but my mind is... well, actually, it's composing a song parody about the Golden Age Hawkman. I guess that's equally pathetic, really. Maybe my spirit is doing something useful? I'll have to go check. Excuse me while I do that. In case you're interested this is as far as I got before I packed it in:

(sung to the tune of the Bangles' 'Walk Like an Egyptian')
Meet Carter Hall, he's a
ad-venturer-archaeol
ogist.
He's got these wings
(ohh yeah, wings)
they're feathered,
just like a bird's wings are.
fightin' crime in the 1940s
(ohh yeah, way back thennn) ... _ [pause]
Hawkman's an Egyptian.

He's lived before
he was a prince
in ancient E-gypt-ian days
He was cut down
but in america he was
born again
born again as a
rich caucas-----ian [awkward pause] [sheepishly, with a shrug]
that's reincarnation.

He wields a mace
'cause you know
it's hard to find
good Egyptian flails.
all his pals from the JSA
go, 'ohh yeah, well, you knowwww [pause]
Hawkman's an Egyptian. '

(Wow, when I write it out, it sounds really stupid, doesn't it? Then again, we're talking Hawkman here. Every time they 'fix' his continuity, they just add another layer of complicated. Geek that I am, I'm sure in a Moment of Clarity I'd be forced to admit that a guy wearing feathered wings and no shirt, who has mastered antigravity technology yet still uses a mace as a primary weapon... well, he's not going to make sense no matter what his backstory is. Being a reincarnated Egyptian *and* from another planet? forget it. ...On the other hand, if he was, like, an angel or something, and the antigravity bit was just a cover so he wouldn't be draw the wrong kind of attention? hmm. maybe.)
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Have been wearing the big goggle-like Backup Eyeglasses since my normal ones broke (see last post). With my mostly grey beard shaved back to a goatee, can't help but think my reflection looks like it should be ruling a tribe of savages awed by his Mad Scientist / Alien Warlord technology. (Dictor in Heinlein's "By His Bootstraps", specifically) I had eye exam today, got a clean bill of health (once I managed to give consistent answers to the rapid fluctuation of dozens of slightly different lenses, and figured out the lens seemed all blurry because I'd fogged it up), took new prescription to Vision Center at the store where I worked, ordered a pair of progressive glare resistant polycarbonate lenses. (All the technology helps take the sting off the price tag.) I hope the frames I picked worked out. Square is in, but I went for small but not too small, square but not very square but not in a ladies' style... probably not too different from the old ones. They won't be ready until around the 29th, so I'll be opposing Time Lords and Pulp Heroes for another week. (Maybe I should give up on the goatee and do Blue Beetle jokes instead.)
Lunch with my sister and her beagle, then they went on to their next stop. Turns out I didn't need to clean my apartment after all. *shrugs* well, every little bit helps.
Phone tag with Thymewind. (still haven't caught him)
Did laundry at the laundromat, but didn't have enough quarters for the dryer, so I went to adjacent stores, buying something just to get cash back on my debit card. Goodwill sold me a Rainbow Plaid button-up shirt...but didn't do cash back. (Even so, how could I almost buy a Rainbow Plaid shirt and then not do it? When is that going to happen again?) So, Kmart sold me a dvd. Still wound up filling most of my laundry drying rack with socks that were still moist after 24 minutes on high temp. Would've run the dryers longer, but the laundromat closed at 9pm.
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Johnny Parker made a deal with the demon Mephisto to save his dying Aunt May. Unable to claim Parker's soul, Mephisto instead dropped him into a world where his wife, Wanda Jane Jackson, was married to another man, and bonded Johnny to an ancient totemic spirit predator, whose inhuman rages Parker is determined to vent only upon the guilty. When night falls, and the vengeful spirit rouses within him, he grows a black costume of living necroplasm and sprouts tendrils of mystic webbing as hard as iron chains... and haunts the night, as the Ghost Spider!
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In other news, I read _JLA/Avengers_ (by Kurt Busiek and George Perez) last night. All of it, except for the first four pages. My head feels the way someone's stomach would feel if they ate a 2 lb box of chocolates in one night. yikes. Oh, but it was good. Chock-full of Wouldn't-it-be-cool-if Moments, clearly making up for lost time (the twenty years or more since the first attempt at a JLA / Avengers crossover went down in flames), using the temporal flux to work in much more cast than just the current lineups of the two teams (without the plotline drowning in the minutiae), very much in the groove of the modern Reconstruction superhero genre [note to those puzzled: TVTropes explains Reconstruction better than Wikipedia, for my word usage here.] Whatever kind of comicbook geek I am, Busiek is clearly the same kind. *shakes head* and they bothered to write 'Final Crisis' after this had already been written? dude.
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Remember that online dating site I mentioned in 'Cupid's Minions' (Weds, June 15, 2009)? Yes, well, they finally found a woman I couldn't refuse. She's my age, not geographically close but at least in this time zone in this country, a non-smoking, non-drinking Christian, with a fondness for comicbooks (especially Superman) and gothic horror (especially vampires); a would-be Lois Lane looking for a Clark Kent-wannabe, preferably one who doesn't mind if she goes on about Bela Lugosi or the Cullens. (Y'know, I could use some more learning about Bela Lugosi, anyway. :) ) For now, we'll call her 'DPG', for 'the Daily Planet Girl'. I succumbed. I joined up with the Geeque du Soleil. I tried. We'll see what it gets me.
Admittedly, this dating site (styled as a community, albeit a gated community, in this case, probably a Stargated community) seems cooler from inside the velvet ropes than it does from the outside, and I could easily rationalize $10 a month as the Price of the Beers you drink while at Cheers, doozering up some geek-culture info-content to try to convince the regulars that I'm cool enough to date... but we all know there's plenty of other places I could spend that time and energy with an equal or greater chance of winning friends and influencing people. (Note to self: fanfiction.net, Strange Horizons, the local interdenominational network of faith-based charities.)
Please note: I could've given her an lj codename like 'Lois' or 'Chloe', but I'm only two letters in on the preliminary, 'friends-first' stage, and stalled out at that...Expectations should not be that high. You could mow the grass with these expectations.
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I forgot to mention that Friend Computer is no longer controlling my work schedules. This means I've been back to Tuesdays and Fridays for my days off for several months now.

However, *this* week I'm working Sat-Sun-Mon-Tues so I can get Weds-Thurs-Fri off to visit friends. (I might try seeing a bit of my family while I'm traveling, but we'll see if that works.)

A friend of mine was explaining to me, a few days ago, her need for me to run a game, but just when the lightbulb was starting to flicker on above my head signifying a glimmer of comprehension of what her situation was...the IM service dropped her and she didn't return. I can't remember what email address is her primary nowadays. (I've got to fix this, somehow.)

In the last week or two, my email service has eaten two important letters people assert that they sent, and let one spam letter through. Bad ISP! bad! no banner click-throughs!

I took, again, too f-- long to send a letter to the amazing Miss N... and she hasn't written back. five days or so, maybe more... faith...must have faith (I'm such an idiot.)....faith! have faith! (I've blown this somehow.) that's what you thought a month ago. Faith!!

(She's wonderful, you know. Miss N. I asked her about talking on the phone. Maybe I shouldn't have. My voice isn't a selling point. I don't know what she looks like and I'm not going to ask until I have to...I don't want her to think I'm shallow. I'm guessing that, like every American female over 90 pounds, she's insecure about her weight. I have no evidence of this whatsoever, but it wouldn't be surprising. Anyway, constantly changing my mental image of her is supposed to keep me from getting ahead of myself and forgetting how tentative this whole thing really still is. That's my plan, anyway. Her smile always looks the same in every mental image...her eyes are always the same...I've never done this successfully. Failing abysmally at it over and over has hopefully given some useful experience.)

Roommate S has suggested I practice walking differently so I'll make less noise on the floor that might agitate our emotionally-unstable (IMHO) downstairs neighbor. This neighbor hasn't yelled gibberish at me or called me a "retard" in at least a week, so I suppose this is an improvement.

I saw "Superman Returns". I thought the part with the--oh, you haven't seen it yet? Nevermind, I won't spoil it. However, allow me to point out as important that "Superman Returns" is meant to pick up continuity after "Superman II", ignoring Supermans III and IV completely. [Thus says "Entertainment Weekly".] It doesn't matter in order to watch/enjoy the movie, it's barely even implied within the movie, but it puts certain things in perspective in a way I personally find important, being who and what I am.

Roommate S says my priorities are out of whack: watching movies, checking email...what about sleep? Panda, when was the last time you got two full nights of sleep in a row?

Summertime...and the living ain't easy. I want fresh air, but it keeps raining. I want ice cream. daily. I want to see my friends. all of them. I want to know when game descriptions are due. (Does anyone know??) I want to get everything done, and that just ain't gonna happen. (I owe three people emails from two months ago... *sigh*)

be well, my dear ones.
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Ever since I saw 'the Incredibles', I've been trying to remember the name of the original Elasti-Girl from DC's Doom Patrol comics in the 1960s. *Distinct noise of Google being used* Ah, there we go. Her real name was Rita Farr. I knew it was something vaguely reminiscient of Helen Parr (the name of the Incredibles' Elastigirl). Okay, that's one less pebble in my mental shoes. Fortunately, I was able to process the other myriad nods to superhero stories of the past seeded throughout "the Incredibles" without any other memory snags. It's possible I missed some entirely, of course.

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