March 1988. Brainiac takes the L. This venerable Superman villain became one of the worst victims of change-for-the-sake-of-change in the John Byrne run: Instead of a scary alien android out to kill God, Byrne's revamped Brainiac was Milton Fine, a dipsomatic carnival mentalist with untapped psychic powers who is intermittently possessed by a malevolent alien intelligence. What alien intelligence, you ask?
Of course, most of this is account is eventually revealed as a lie; in keeping with the general xenophobia of the Byrne Superman, Dox is a vicious would-be world conqueror, not a humanitarian, and he was essentially executed, not accidentally disintegrated. (THE DEMOLISHED MAN, incidentally, is a well-known science fiction novel by Alfred Bester, who was also a prolific comics writer, although in the novel, that term has nothing to do with literal disintegration.)
This is the basic dynamic of Byrne's Brainiac: Fine's psychic abilities make him a dangerous foe for Superman, but because Fine is physically a normal human being, Superman can't fight back directly without killing him. Meanwhile, no one but the reader initially knows that the alien intelligence possessing Fine is real, not just a delusion.
That all makes a certain amount of sense, but this version of Brainiac was still a massive downgrade, trading the apocalyptic grandeur of the 1983 Marv Wolfman/Gil Kane Brainiac and his terrifying Ed Hannigan character design for what feels like a warmed-over TALES FROM THE CRYPT plot. Jerry Ordway's art (inked here by John Beatty) is superb, but the premise is exceedingly hokey, and there's just no way to make washed-up carnie Milton Fine anything other than kind of pathetic, whatever his powers. Moreover, this reboot created yet more conflicts with the Legion of Super-Heroes, whose scientific genius Brainiac 5 (Querl Dox) is a descendant of Vril Dox.
After Byrne's departure, his successors attempted to rectify these issues by having Lex Luthor's scientists surgically transform Fine's body to resemble Dox's original one (albeit with a beard) while further boosting his psychic powers. A 1990 crossover between Superman and L.E.G.I.O.N. clarified the relationship between Fine's Vril Dox and the Vril Dox in L.E.G.I.O.N. (who's the son of the one possessing Milton Fine), explained how the elder Dox actually came to be disintegrated, and more or less sorted out how this story related to the early issues of L.E.G.I.O.N. All that made the post-Crisis Brainiac less embarrassing, but still not very menacing or particularly interesting as a character — and, typical of post-Crisis DC, made his history almost impenetrably convoluted.
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i have a question about stamps but i'm not sure how to look it up. because i'm so verbose. TL;DR, can i use a linoleum carving on a stamp pad?
You know how there's stamp pads for little handheld stamps? it's just a foam shape with ink soaked into it in a box. You just push the stamp onto it & then onto some paper. Guides for using this never mention linoleum stamps.
But there's also ink you can buy in a bottle; you have to dump it out, roll the roller (brayer) through it, roll the inked roller on the stamp, and then apply the stamp to the paper. when i look up stuff about linoleum printing, the guides all use speedball brand tools that i just described.
but can i just use a foam stamp pad with linoleum? idk what the big difference is, aside from linoleum coming in way bigger sizes than stamp pads come in. but if I have a small carving that fits in the pad, would it still work?
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oh my god when I someday have a car again. ohhh how I will stretch out my errands. oh, to go to the store for a few things in the middle of the afternoon, and maybe go back the next day if I forgot something. oh to put two (2) trash bags in the car and take them to the dump once a week, on any one of the three available days. to get to the pharmacy the day my meds are ready, perhaps even in the evening! oh the luxury of not having to do everything in one 10-hour period every other week. 😭
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Tag dump finally
ambassador of the hive { main verse }
members of the hive { insects }
misplaced swarm { ?? verse }
out of cocoon { ooc }
ants at a picnic { crack }
spiderwebs of razor wire { max!legato }
big brother of bones and wire { gato } - glvtted
gravity and devotion { stamp!legato }
big brother of blood and feathers { punk } - cakotopia
unwillingly paternal { needle } - needlexnoggin
hugs and pillow forts { rayen }
the good doctor { rook }
red eyed punisher { stamp!wolfwood }
god's angel of death { max!wolfwood }
human shaped hurricane { vash }
delusions of godhood { nai }
eye of the hurricane { knives }
reportlette { meryl }
tired and intoxicated { roberto }
mother sun goddess { ammy } - sunlitgoddess
little sister of lost tech { Aves } - threadsandwings
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i want to take pictures with my partner the kind that look like they were posted on facebook in an album called "album :)" that contains 1000+ pictures of the most mundane objects and scenery with a good chunk of them being blurry and selfies taken with the camera turned backwards because the camera doesn't have a front screen
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Go however deep you want, the waves will bring you back.
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If I sit here and type up my epitaph like such a good boy and follow the path of the rest of the world will anyone bother to check for a pulse if I'm alive but blank reliving my formulaic memories of a life trying to thank the gods of some other people that I can feel in my knife as it paints the strains of a tormented heart where nothing lives like it used to just torn demented apart from what I was yesterdays ago listening for the bell that will call my lower parts to tell me that I haven't fallen yet because there is so much further to fall and I can't take this at all if I can't live past the blank stare and monotonous daily state of unaware you tell me that I cannot be myself I must be him and her and their little children for my mind is a shelf of papers with butterflies and tears with blood as my medium trying to poke a hole in this veil of tedium and I can't leave I'm trapped here with you and you and you but I won't marry your life someday I will find my own.
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