

so apparently, this is a thing we're doing today. Ilias Kyriazis challenged me (practically)
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so apparently, this is a thing we're doing today. Ilias Kyriazis challenged me (practically)
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"it's hella boring tonight. I'm gonna read the entire Hickman FF run from the start. hells to the yes."
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Dear Marvel. As much as I rejoice in the news of the continuation of the overarching Hercules saga by mr Pak and mr Van Lente in a new title with a new #1, and as much as I appreciate the gay overtones in the book's solicitations --
This April prepare for Herc #1 – an explosive new ongoing series from New York Times Best Selling writers Greg Pak & Fred Van Lente and artist Neil Edwards setting Marvel’s baddest bone-breaker loose on a raging one-man beat down of the Marvel Universe’s vicious criminal underground. And he won’t be relying on his fists alone! Armed with the keys to Ares’ abandoned armory, Hercules is ready to unleash three thousand years worth of brawling experience upon his foes while preparing to confront the perils of FEAR ITSELF!

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anyone can play along from home. Christos Gage has created in Avengers Academy a fresh batch of riveting and diverse teenage would-be(?)-heroes, and, as is evident from their brief character bios in the issue summary page cropped above, he has smartly used each of their powers as a subtle and powerful metaphor for their personality. well, for the most part. one of them may have just been saddled on him to boost (?) sales through the crossover factor with a currently successful cartoon program. dunno, you figure it out.
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must be some new batch of Q1N1 avian flu. second hit already this week.
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The financial crisis has hit Duckville the hardest and Donald has had to seek out other, baser, means of employment. No, he's not actually the surprise contestant in the upcoming RuPaul's Drag Race Season 3, but he does somehow (ok, so I didn't actually read the whole issue) end up in a Hollywood flick, in drag, as the leading man's paramour (including an almost inappropriate almost gay kiss).
If there's one thing to take home from this issue, it's that we finally get an answer to the ages-old question: 'What would Donald Duck's drag name be?'
DONNA MOO GOO!
Thank you for this, Boom Studios! When reached for comment backstage , Donald didn't have much more to add than the obvious:
Source: Donald Duck #362 (Boom! Studios)
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to say that the new 'vs vampires' adjectiveless X-MEN book sucks would be both an appropriately cringeworthy pun and an understatement.
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When Cosmo, the telepathic commie space dog, surfed through space with the Silver Surfer, silver-shiny-shiny herald of the planet-eater Galactus. Hilarity ensued.

Source: The Thanos Imperative: Devastation #1 (Marvel Comics)
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move over Gaga

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if Interpol was a slow-burning sneaky kind of romance that kind of creeps under your radar before it's too late to do anything about it, Mumford & Sons was a love-at-first-sight in-your-face kind of thing. an attack on the senses. banjos, folkiness, Christ-freak undertones, warts and all. but also pure, beautiful, melancholic, overwhelming, unassuming, love.
I'm such a sucker for that, no use denying.

Thistle & Weeds - Mumford & Sons from Jamie Fenton on Vimeo.
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some things you can't explain, they just click for you, they creep up inside your life, bit by bit, undetectable-- is it some of the words, is it the sound, the music, will it help if you play it backwards, will you be able to explain why you must repeat and repeat and repeat the same tracks from the moment you get up till you fall asleep, still humming them as you do?
when I started my rough draft for the top 20 albums for #blogovision, Interpol was a *maybe* for #17-18, but day by day it still persisted in my daily OCD-fueled elimination drama. Every day it was on the chopping block, but still I saved it for a better spot. and here we are today, I could only barely constrain myself to keep them from the two higher spots. and I still can't explain.

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Toph (="Trouble Over Tokyo") is insane enough to release his third album as a book. a cd with a hardbound lyrics book and commentary. or a poem collection as an audiobook? or a novel with a soundtrack? or... whatever-- something amazing.
a collection of personal experiences and emotions, refined to 12 songs-poems-stories-letters---storms. at the heart of each storm, each tiny hurricane, something terribly personal and vulnerable but universal and crushing, strong. or maybe I'm talking too much again. I'll sure be swept away

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it's a movie soundtrack featuring the songs from the movie based on the comic book, performed -and credited to- the bands in the movie, and the songs that inspired the comic book characters that make up the band that perform in the movie. straightforward? also, fun. energetic. youthful. trashy. the best adaptation of a comic on screen and the best adaptation of songs to fit the mood of the comic and the characters. the songs becoming the characters as much as the actors are. confused yet?
Beck writes the songs performed by Scott and his band (Sex Bob-omb, of course), Broken Social Scene perform as Crash & the Boys (with the fan-fave 0,7 seconds long sad, so very sad track) and Metric with the Clash at Demonhead's "Black Sheep", the track that has burned a hole in my ipod this year with its seductive, mean-spirited, ex-from-hell, sexy-as-heck opening:





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half-way through the 7-and-a-half minute long quietly-melancholic "Our Love (or how we lost it)" Monika's voice starts to rise in fury, anger, desperation. and the music suddenly follows suit and explodes into a chaotic, uncontrollable drums tantrum, covering everything in dust and smoke -- and then subsides, with the last few of the disparate falling piano keys bouncing off the ground. six seconds of deathly, mournful, silent, nothing. and then -- her voice, whispering... God, I miss you... a soft murmur, and a heavy unliftable tear-filled sob from deep inside, a sigh that crushes your heart like a mountain of sorrow and regret.
Every time she plays this song in concert she provides an introduction, this is a song she wrote for herself, one she likes to play alone in her living room on quiet afternoons. a song about love, and losing it, a memory with music and words and, when there's no more need or space for them, without.

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such a strange experience. a collection of songs, all unique, yet all one - merging with each other, a bit of one in one another, the suburbs in each and every one of them. growing up, leaving the suburbs. leaving home, leaving love, leaving hopes and dreams, changing, pretending to change, resisting to change, manning up, withering down. leaving... what behind?
In the suburbs, I... learned to drive. (away)

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