Unexpectedly, the drone refused to kill.

Miami, FL is not a particularly geeky city. However, a building not too far from Miami International Airport has an important claim to fame. When Fleischer Brothers Animation left New York (to avoid paying union wages), they opened up a studio here in the late 1930s. One of their biggest projects, of course, was the…

Yeah, I know.

I have a difficult time looking at pictures of volcanoes without hearing this song in my head: Ingrid Bergman, by Billy Bragg & Wilco

“...fortifications at the Hellenistic city of Hippos...”

Oh, wow. I hadn’t thought of that in years. Beautiful.

Kelsey Grammer provides my inner voice of calm, rational, logical thought. But sometimes, right before I do something stupid, he turns into Larry the Cable Guy.

It’s not always comfortable to read—it’s disturbing in many, many ways. But the writing and the art provide a rare tandem of excellence that makes it impossible to put down.

Apparently, I posted the exact same image one minute (or less) before you did. So I believe it’s only fair that you take 50% of any stars given my post for your own. It is a great series, isn’t it?

You had me at Rocketship Forest.

Very, very nice. I’d like to find out what happens to the Severed Hand Bandits.

from the study: “Before flatulence, the insect refers to the prey’s mother as a hamster and notes an odor of elderberries from the prey’s father. It then farts in their general direction.”

Excellent point. The DCAU is exactly the methodology they should emulate!

Thanks! I’ve been doing poems (usually sonnets, but occasionally other forms) for the writing prompts for a while now. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t—but like you, I think it’d be cool to see more people do it. The form actually works really well for narrative, though it’s seldom used for that. I really…

Thank you!

Thanks!

My left hand turned another time-worn page;
I scanned the ancient text for any sign
That wiser seers from some forgotten age
Had held in their hands what I held in mine—
Or rather what my hand held, I should say:
My right hand, that still held within its grasp
The vial that glowed as bright as break of day,
But burned like…

Bravo. Bravo, sir.

So, you’re telling me that NO ONE involved with this decision looked at this design and said, “Hey, wait a minute! That looks like...oh, no. No, we cannot do this!”?

The only really good thing about any of these costumes is that they’re probably all going to be re-re-re-designed in, oh, six months, give or take. Once again, DC fails to understand the difference between a new interpretation of an iconic look and a ham-fisted attempt to say “Look at us! We’re fresh and new!” Look at…