Sic semper tyrannis!
Posts from the "International Association of Time Travelers: Members' Forum Subforum: Europe – Twentieth Century – Second World War"
11/15/2104 At 14:52:28, FreedomFighter69 wrote: Reporting my first temporal excursion since joining IATT: have just returned from 1936 Berlin, having taken the place of one of Leni Riefenstahl's cameramen and assassinated Adolf Hitler during the opening of the Olympic Games. Let a free world rejoice!
At 14:57:44, SilverFox316 wrote: Back from 1936 Berlin; incapacitated FreedomFighter69 before he could pull his little stunt. Freedomfighter69, as you are a new member, please read IATT Bulletin 1147 regarding the killing of Hitler before your next excursion. Failure to do so may result in your expulsion per Bylaw 223.
At 18:06:59, BigChill wrote: Take it easy on the kid, SilverFox316; everybody kills Hitler on their first trip. I did. It always gets fixed within a few minutes, what's the harm?
"You keep calling me Walter. I don't like you."
The official Watchmen movie site has posted up photos of a few heroes. No easy task transmogrifying superheroic comic book-style costumes into "real world" attire. These run hot and cold and are, by and large, not particularly faithful to the printed page. Which is a bummer.
Comic book nerds are bound by a fundamental obligation to nitpick details:
The Comedian looks great, though the mask is oddly thick and sort of beveled. Better if it laid flat. The Night Owl is entirely too overwrought. In bad need of simplification. They got the weight right though. Everything else = wrong. Ozymandias has nipples. Ugh. Rorschach is fantastic (though his crimefighting regalia isn't a very tall order). Mask looks about right, sans any special effects. The Silk Spectre is fine I reckon, given the constraints of the source material.
Still a year to go before release. Jay pointed out the Tales of the Black Freighter parallel story will be some sort of DVD anime bonus type deal voiced by Leonidas Bulter. Which is encouraging.
Whilst on the remix topic, we caught Michel Gondry's Be Kind, Rewind over the weekend, a movie with few redeeming qualities. It's a fun concept and all, but Gondry utterly fails to deliver. Straight-to-video material.
Then I over-salted the popcorn (laying ruin to the very instrument of enticement to coax the missus into a Gondry film).
Best. Desk. Ever.
Constructed by Tom Spina. Not something we'll likely find at Ikea anytime soon, which is just tragic.
I'm still thinking an even better use for a life-sized Han Carbo is some manner of coffee table, though recent studies suggest the spouse-approval factor on such an item hovers somewhere between "prison wine" and "motorcycle sidecar".
Throw me idol, I'll throw you the whip.
Bright and early this morning Sideshow Collectibles started taking pre-orders for their much anticipated 12" Indiana Jones. This would be the Raiders of the Lost Ark incarnation. Without question the finest 1/6 scale archeologist since Mom tracked down the original Kenner Indy back in '81 (a tough find, even at the time).
The Sideshow effort is positively saturated with accessories - from the golden idol to a way cool bendy whip (to facilitate whip-tacular action posing). They also toss in swappable heads (with and without hat) to allow a proper fit for the iconic fedora. Cool stuff even at the $90 price point.
Try to ignore how the SSC product photos have Indy's man-purse satchel strapped across the outside of his leather jacket. It's kinda nerdy you even noticed.
I'd almost forgotten how difficult it is to resist all the wonderfully familiar ingredients that are cooked into these movies - whip and hat and music and all.
While Indy's age isn't much of a factor, I've got doubts about that Transformers kid they have playing Short Round this time out.
Smuggling in Poughkeepsie
The Empire caught up with our favorite card player/gambler/scoundrel last week:
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Chase ends in crash, arrest By Lindsay Suchow Poughkeepsie Journal February 8, 2008
A City of Poughkeepsie man was arrested Thursday after leading police on a high-speed chase through the city, which came to an end on the lawns of two Washington Street homes.
Officer Garth Mason was on Market Street at 6:37 p.m. when he saw a car, operated by Landocalrissan Butler, 27, of Winnikee Avenue, speeding and moving into the officer's lane, almost striking his car, said Deputy Chief Tom Ghee.
Mason attempted to pull Butler’s vehicle over, Ghee said, but Butler allegedly did not comply and would not stop his vehicle. More...
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When The Man did finally slap the bracelets on him, they brought the hammer down hard: first-degree reckless endangerment, aggravated unlicensed operation, criminal possession of a controlled substance, misdemeanor reckless driving, "and numerous vehicular and traffic violations". No mention of charges brought up on co-pilot Nien Nunb (who presumably made good an escape-pod ejection at some point prior to the arrest).
Best part of the article is the glaring disregard for that distinct first name (which, as everyone of course noticed right away, should actually be spelled "Landocalrissian").
Jedi Master Mario
So, my buddy Dustin has hitched his wagon to a keeper. Exhibit A: his bride Shannon commissions an artist to combine her passion for Super Mario with her man's love of My Little PonyStar Wars. Here's what artist Randy Martinez came up with:
A touching sentiment. HOWEVER, the devotion did not merely stop there. Exhibit B: Shannon, in a move that can only be described as "heroic", has that image permanently applied to her arm.
Obivously wives everywhere should be following this courageous woman's lead. It's the new water-mark. Anything less immediately calls into question the long-term marital prognosis.
And here I am like a chump using my Wii to make Mario jump around and collect stars.
The CPU in my head is incapable of processing the interface possibilities such a device represents. Doesn't take much to imagine a future where 2D workspaces are about as relevant as powdered wigs.
