The Llama Scribe

July 22, 2008


Filed under: Uncategorized — antoinette jeanine @ 11:09 pm

What is this upside-down bizzarro world which seems to have surreptitiously replaced my well-worn reality? Not only have I recently volunteered to drive Cartman’s hippie drill, but the impossible has happened: I have been drawn, like a special-needs mosquito to a bug zapper, to the world of comic books…and I like it.

Let me clarify: I have not yet crossed the line and actually read a comic book or graphic novel. Like stepping from Firefly to Battlestar Galactica, this is a line I cannot cross. However, earlier this summer I read and thoroughly enjoyed the heck out of Kavalier and Clay, a novel about two young comic book artists in the 1940s. Then there was Iron Man, which left a glazed impression of awesome on my brain, but which has otherwise been forgotten in the glorious afterglow of (you guessed it) The Dark Knight.

Even after discussing the movie for something like 6 hours at work yesterday, words still cannot describe the incredible power of TDK. The movie legitimized the comic book for me- even just as source material. I can’t adequately verbalize the film’s many genre-transcending, mind-blowing achievements, so I’ll let Dan from Pajiba do it for me.

Furthermore, the news that the folks responsible for Dexter, a show which is among my 20 or so favorite television shows of all time (I tried to compose a complete list for Facebook, and failed miserably. There are simply too many to list), are going to be at ComiCon this year. Seriously?! Once almost the nerdiest of the Cons, ComiCon now features attractions for normal people as well as underpants-gnomes of the highest order. The feeling of wanting to go to ComiCon is new for me, and it strongly reminds me of the sensation of wanting to have one’s spleen removed, yet not knowing why or if it would kill you.

Already, the resemblance is startling…


July 17, 2008

why hippies make me angry these days

Filed under: Uncategorized — antoinette jeanine @ 9:33 pm

Five years ago, I wanted nothing more than to live in the 1960s. I grew my hair out and modified my pants to make the bell-bottoms egregiously large. I listened to no music produced after 1975. I thought Abbie Hoffman was a fucking genius.

Things have changed somewhat in the intervening years. These days, when certain blindly idealistic family members- and I don’t take issue with them for their blind idealism, it’s a terrific state of mind, and it goes REALLY well with certain perhaps unnecessarily illegal narcotics- applaud circus-clown hippie antics, it makes me blisteringly angry.

My newfound rage probably has something to do with the crushing realization, four years ago, that while tossing money at the suits in the NYSE and watching them grab for the cash like kids under a pinata may have been a fun indictment of that organization’s shallow greed, it was at best an empty spectacle. It changed not one damn thing. Idealistic actions fueled by a sense of glorious superiority really achieve only one accomplishment: they piss off every single damn person who subscribes to a more traditional value system. The kind of people who believe, perhaps foolishly, that hard work, loyalty, and faithfulness will bring happiness- and that prancing around dressed like an asshole and refusing to wash your hair is absolutely the most counterproductive, useless thing that a person could possibly do with their life.

So, in other words: Get off my lawn, you damn dirty hippies!

And all of this to link to this article over at Deus Ex Malcontent.

The age of the individual is over; the status quo no longer considers him a threat that way it did in the 60s. That’s because every form of rebellion imaginable has now been co-opted, pre-packaged, and is for sale at your local Hot Topic. Defiance is a slogan. Insurrection is product placement. The revolution is not only televised, it can be Tivoed and enjoyed at your convenience.

Deal with it.

July 11, 2008

a couple of thoughts on veronica mars

Filed under: Uncategorized — antoinette jeanine @ 11:10 am

1. Veronica gets roofied…a LOT. I’m staring to wonder if she really doesn’t just like the taste of GHB.

2. I’m reasonably certain that Jason Dohring is physically incapable of closing his mouth entirely. Mmm… Caveman stare.

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