I'd love to say that this is the dumbest thing I've ever made, but we both know that's a lie

I’m not crying, you’re crying!

If Marvel comics could exist in the DC universe or vice versa I think it'd be fun to see who each character's fav would be.

I personally think Jason Todd's fav would be Frank Castle or Eddie Brock. I could probably see Roy Harper being into Gambit or another one of the X-Men. I could see Damian Wayne maybe being into Rogue. Conner Kent is an Elektra stan wholeheartedly and he won't shut up about it if you ask him. Bart Allen is still holding out for another Hulk movie despite everyone telling him it'll never happen. Alfred Pennyworth is a Magneto apologist, and he and Bruce argue about it all the time (Dick likes to instigate bc he thinks it's hilarious). Stephanie Brown is a Jubilee stan but her real babygirl is Nightcrawler. Cassandra Cain has all Felicia Hardy merch and even went as her one year for Halloween. Booster Gold, Barda Free, and Scott Free are in the same She-Hulk fan club.

KURT

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Minecraft Nether is capitalism hell. Literally cop city. You have to bribe the pigs with gold so they don't beat you to death? All the loot is kept away from you in hard ass to reach locations with MORE pigs?? You aren't allowed to rest??? Yeah sure. Very anti capitalism random twitch chat member from last year

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Book Review: “Lanegan” by Greg Prato

It’s a weird thing to put in a biography. But in this case, the following is true.

“When it comes to Mark Lanegan, there are many things that you are better off not knowing,” music journalist Charles R. Cross says of the former Screaming Trees and Queens of the Stone Age singer and solo artist.

Fortunately for “Lanegan” author Greg Prato, Lanegan wrote all that stuff in his harrowing memoir, “Sing Backwards and Weep,” freeing Prato to focus on other stuff in his oral biography.

Like Lanegan the man, “Lanegan” the book is non-traditional. Generous at 319 pages and including a passel of black-and-white photos from throughout Lanegan’s career, it’s self-published - released Feb. 22 on the one-year anniversary of Lanegan’s death from undisclosed causes - but professional in content and layout.

“I look at (Nirvana’s) Kurt (Cobain), (Alice in Chains’) Layne (Staley) or even more Andy Wood - Mark was darker than them all,” Cross says. “I don’t know that Mark’s death is darker, but Mark’s life was darker than any of those people.”

In addition to Cross, Prato spoke with Lanegan’s Screaming Trees bandmate Gary Lee Conner; QOTS bassist Nick Oliveri; collaborators Chris Goss (Masters of Reality), Mike Johnson (Dinosaur Jr.), guitarist Jeff Fielder and bassist Aldo Struyf; Sub Pop Records CDO Megan Jasper; original Nirvana drummer Chad Channing; former Red Hot Chili Pepper Josh Klinghoffer; former Soundgarden bassist Kim Thayil; Jesse Hughes of Eagles of Death Metal; and friends including Sally Berry, Clay Decker - who makes the dangerous assertion that Lanegan died because he was vaccinated against the coronavirus - and others. The result is an often-surprising portrait of a singular musician that paints Lanegan as an even more enigmatic figure than he seems in life and art.

“Like, we liked Lindsey Buckingham,” Hughes says in discussing Lanegan’s musical influences.

“How the fuck are you going to tell me you can see that? Point to a Mark Lanegan song and go, ‘Oh, Lindsey Buckingham.’ I couldn’t do it. So, the fact that I can’t do it tells me … Mark was in full possession the knowledge that he was unique.”

Rather than unfolding like a typical oral biography, Prato’s book is organized in 16 chapters built mostly around a single question such as “What made Mark so unique as a singer?,” “What was it like to work - in various capacities and on various projects - with Mark?” and “How would you like Mark to be remembered?” This makes “Langegan” as unusual and singular as Lanegan.

Though Lanegan left a ton of damage - to himself and his friends and collaborators - in his wake, the man who emerges from “Lanegan” is a musical omnivore (as his unlikely partnerships with Isobel Campbell and Soulsavers demonstrate) with a wicked sense of humor and a fierce sense of loyalty to the people he held closest.

“His heart was wonderful,” producer John Agnello says. “I know he was tough, I know he could be a cocksucker to people, but man, I saw things about him that I don’t think enough people saw.”

These are the things about Lanegan you are better off knowing. And they’re there for the learning in “Lanegan.”

Grade card: “Lanegan” by Greg Prato - B

3/27/23

Maybe I was always a little in love with mad scientists.

I always liked Dr. Conners in The Amazing Spider-Man, after all.

"I expected something pathological, but I did not expect the depth, the violence, and the almost intolerable beauty of the disease... She improvised around the music of the Pullman porter's son; went from liquid lyricism to rasping lechery to the shrill skittishness of a frightened child, to a heroin nightmare. Her glissandi spoke of heaven and hell and all that lay between. Such music from such a woman could only be a case of schizophrenia or demonic possession... 'My God--life! Who can understand even one little minute of it?' 'Don't try," he said. 'Just pretend you understand.'"

Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle (Chapter 81: A White Bride for the Son of a Pullman Porter)

Spoilers for Solitaire by Alice Oseman and, to a degree, Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut ahead.

Not posting this for any particular reason. It's just one of my favorite descriptions of music, like, ever. I was reminded of it because today I changed my Tumblr bio to include another Cat's Cradle quote: "a dazed addict of the xylophone", which is used to describe Mona. I wish I understood Vonnegut better, but maybe, as Michael Holden said, "it's better to read books than to study them." That's probably bull I tell myself to void the hard work of literary analysis, but it's comforting to enjoy a book even knowing you don't really get it. I finished Solitaire by Alice Oseman today. I was worried it'd be pretentious, but it was so amazing. Firstly, Alice Oseman is absolutely incredible at first-person narration. Radio Silence, Loveless, and Solitaire all have such distinct, fleshed-out, human voices. I know Tori and Michael's relationship is at least partially romantic by the end, but I appreciate the detail and care Oseman takes in describing the platonic love that it grows from more than I can explain. She writes friendship like nobody else. Solitaire's repetition of "it's funny because it's true" reminded me of how Vonnegut uses "so it goes" in Slaughterhouse-Five. Maybe it's weird to compare a YA novel to an American classic, but a lot of people compare Solitaire to The Catcher in the Rye, so I think I'm fine. I know she made edits to the novel in 2020, but I still can't believe she wrote it at 18. I'm still working on Distancia de Rescate by Samanta Schweblin and Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata, but now I also want to reread The Catcher in the Rye and Cat's Cradle, so maybe I'll do those as well. I've got a plane flight coming up, so I'm glad there's no dearth of reading material!

in love with a creeper by danny gonzales and kurtis conner is so ridiculously good. like SO good what the fuck.

wait so you’ve read magnus chase but have you read any of the other books? i must know because none of my friends have read percy jackson and i need to talk about it

nope nothing else i just read the first magnus chase book for reading class all i remember from it is that my mom said he looked like kurt cobain and then it actually said that in the book it was fun e

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The L. A. Bastards

I’ve mentioned several times in the past the phenomenal talent pool that coalesced around Ruby-Spears Productions in their heyday, in particular their storyboard department, led by the truly sui generis John Dorman, one of Hollywood’s genuine wild men. 

Not only was John an amazing talent in his own right, but his Rolodex included some of the most incredible talents it’s been my pleasure to work with:  Kurt Conner, Thom Enriquez, Larry Houston, Tom Minton, Dan Riba, Hank Tucker, Jim Woodring, and a host of others at various times and on various productions.

John ran an effective art crew, and I learned many things from him that proved invaluable in dealing with my own art crews when I was packaging books and educational material.

John and his team always delivered top notch work in a timely manner, often going above and beyond the call of duty to get it out the door on time.

But John did not run a tight ship.

Oh, no, quite the contrary…

They called themselves the L.A. Bastards and the storyboard department was Bastard Central.

I’m proud to say that I was the only non-storyboard artist admitted into that freaky fraternity.  I won their respect by being the only writer who actually went down and talked to them about what would make their jobs easier when I wrote scripts.

They appreciated that and opened the window to all sorts of insider tips I never would have gleaned without their insight.

Whenever possible I’d go down to John’s department and recharge my batteries.  It wasn’t a 24-hour party, but it was a constantly fun environment, and everybody enjoyed themselves making cartoons so much that the love just poured out onto their storyboards.

But they were a handful.

Let’s say “chemically enhanced” and let it go at that.

One of the legal enhancements I can discuss were the mini-oxygen tanks John kept for himself and his crew.  You felt yourself dragging in the middle of the afternoon, just come on down and get a couple of hits off the old 02 tank and you were fully energized in a matter of seconds.

Classic John Dorman chemical enhancement story: At one of the buildings Ruby-Spears used as a studio, John’s office was down wind from the ink and paint department’s restroom; anything that entered the air vent there would exit in John’s office.

You’d walk in and swear you just stepped into some Haight-Ashbury hippie pad in the middle of the Summer of Love.  John would swear it wasn’t him, but the smell of marijuana remained so overpowering you could almost get high standing there.

Ken Spears eventually went into John’s office and told him that he and Joe didn’t mind what he did on his own time, but for the luvva gawd, stop toking up in the middle of the workday.

“But it’s not me!” John would wail.

And it wasn’t!  The ink and paint ladies, bored out of their minds slapping paint on Mighty Man and Yukk cels, would take smoke breaks in the ladies’ room and as mentioned above, the purple haze would find its way into John’s office.

John and his crew were merry pranksters, notorious for their wild antics in and out of the studio.  They used to like flamingoing people’s lawns, buying dozens of cheap pink flamingos at a big box store and covering somebody’s lawn with them.

Their antics finally got to be too much for the suits in the front office to bear so Joe and Ken moved the L.A. Bastards out of the studio and into their own space, the former offices of Cheech y Chong.

If ever there was a perfect match of location and occupants, that was it.

Most of the stuff John and the L.A. Bastards did never went into production, development art for shows that went nowhere.  At one time we did a development on Prince Valiant, a large full size artboard showing Prince Valiant astride his mighty steed.

Only something went wrong in the inking of the horse.

Joe and / or Ken got a look at the art when it was halfway inked, realized it would not fly and by that time apparently already got a signal from the network that Prince Valiant was way down beneath the floor tiles in the sub-basement of possible shows.

So the incomplete art remained behind John’s desk after that.  They copied and enlarged the horse’s head, dubbing it Widowmaker, and made T-shirts with it proudly proclaiming themselves The 5-Hours For Lunch Club.

Not an exaggeration.

In any case, when I left Ruby-Spears I stayed in touch with John but never found out what happened to Widowmaker.  Fortunately for us, Dan Riba scanned a copy of the Prince Valiant art, so here Widowmaker is, in all their pagan glory.

Gawd, I miss you, John…

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