tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26798667613322621172024-02-07T02:11:00.557-08:00Subsidized SincerityActive Project.James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-73272325169542778522019-07-07T10:06:00.000-07:002019-07-07T10:06:07.679-07:00Angry Young Man Or Jules Was RightYour anger (and by extension your energy) is a limited resource. Outrage is an easy way to collect people’s attention. Today’s example: The blowback about a black Ariel on Twitter? <a href="https://twitter.com/viveka/status/1146924614171283456" target="_blank">Probably a bot</a>. The anger about a black Ariel on Twitter? Real. But what could those people on Twitter do with their energy that wasn’t diverted by one bot? The easy answer is “their jobs”, the actual answer is have more time for the people they care about, or for the issues they care about.<br /><br />Social media (Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter too) removed chronological timelines a while back. What you see now is what algorithms designed by humans think you’ll respond to, which is stuff that’s already been engaged with a lot. Sometimes, that’s good. Person A is pregnant, Person B got a new job, that’s neat. Often, it isn’t. It’s “can you believe this shit”?<br /><br />In fairness, there’s plenty of shit to go around. The Trump administration keeps a steady stream of it coming. I think the headliner there is putting asylum-seekers and refugees to this country in cages in deplorable conditions. It was a bad idea when we put Japanese people in cages during WWII, and it’s a bad idea now.<br /><br />The question becomes can the person do anything with the anger they feel, not “are you angry”? Being angry constantly eats away at you, and I submit the history of my social life at Allegheny to prove it. There’s something more I’ll call insidious: <a href="https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/domestic-intelligence/201803/the-dangerous-pleasures-outrage" target="_blank">Outrage feels good</a>.<br /><br />Like drugs, it’s a pleasurable feeling as it burns you out. Outrage was my drug of choice, and in retrospect, I used heavily. Now I see it happening to other people, and I want to tell them they can stop.<br /><br />I hate that I need to double underline this point: You should care. Evil exists, and driving you towards apathy isn’t my goal. But set some boundaries for yourself. Make a list of things to do, whatever that means. If it’s calling up your congressperson, do it. If it’s go protest, do it. If it’s listen to survivors, do it. But please, I beg you, set some boundaries. Social media will erode your boundaries, and make your life more difficult if you let it.<br />
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Algorithms mean I might disappear, which I'm trying to learn to be okay with. Being engaged with is a great feeling, and I'm guilty of trying to game it myself.<br />
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A friend about how disappointed he was that one of his high school friends unfriended him on Facebook because of his political content: <br />
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"If you tire of me posting images of dead refugees - including children -
I dare you to ask yourself why. If you would rather just focus on nice
things, please consider how lucky you are to be able to do so. I loved
seeing good friends and eating food today, but am still troubled that I
went to an America party when today’s America is so difficult to
celebrate."<br />
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That <a href="https://www.fatwreck.com/record/detail/984" target="_blank">Lawrence Arms greatest hits compilation</a> bangs and wallops me with memories. My friends in Drug Church will release their <a href="https://purenoise.bandcamp.com/album/cheer" target="_blank">new record Cheer</a> next month, and I think it's great. I'm biased in vocalist Kindlon's favor, but you knew that already.<br /><br />I returned to my Fallout: New Vegas hole this year, and it means that I
pay more attention to what critics say about the series. In this case,
two of them (one from Kotaku, one from Waypoint) got on a high horse
about Fallout's use of nukes. I went, wait, I played at least one game
and I know how to read media, and had a different opinion.<br /><br /><a href="https://kotaku.com/fallout-76s-approach-to-nukes-seems-like-a-shift-for-th-1826744659" target="_blank">Mx. Alexandra’s argument</a>
that Fallout 76’s use of nukes as griefing mechanic represents a shift
away from Fallout’s values with regards to nuclear weapons does not
convince me.<br />1. New Vegas allowed the player to <a href="http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/188_trading_post" target="_blank">buy nuclear weapons from a former soldier</a>.<br />2. New Vegas also includes<a href="http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Overkill" target="_blank"> a challenge to nuke 20 animals.</a><br />3.
If anything, by requiring multiple players to get different pieces of a
nuclear launch code, 76 is more responsible with their use of nuclear
weapons than New Vegas.<br />4. Hell, <a href="http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Slavery" target="_blank">committing atrocities</a> for minor gain is in line with Fallout’s aesthetic, gallows humor, and universe. <br /><br /><a href="https://waypoint.vice.com/en_us/article/7x3qjz/fallout-76-nukes-bad-nuclear-weapons" target="_blank">Professor Kunzelman’s belief</a> that Fallout 76 is irresponsible in their portrayal of nuclear weapons appears to be disingenuous.<br />1.
If 76 is singularly irresponsible in its portrayal of nuclear weapons,
the result, an irradiated crater where powerful mutated enemies emerge
and land or topography is destroyed according to the whims of chance and
physics, it follows New Vegas’ post-game states: <a href="http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/The_Courier's_Mile" target="_blank">The Courier’s Mile</a>, <a href="http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Dry_Wells" target="_blank">Dry Wells</a>, and <a href="http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Long_15" target="_blank">The Long 15</a>, where players see first hand the apocalyptic wreckage of a nuclear blast zone.<br />2.
Yes, the best loot is dropped there. That’s what gets the player in the
door. The more a player looks around the levels in Courier’s Mile, Dry
Wells and The Long 15, they see the skeletons of people destroyed by
nukes and the devastation being so bad it even destroyed their victims’
shadows. Fallout shows the player what nukes do and how they effect the
people they don’t manage to kill. Fallout 76 appears to continue this
tradition.<br />3. In previous game-ified instances of nukes, in <a href="https://liquipedia.net/starcraft2/Tactical_Nuke" target="_blank">Starcraft</a> there’s maybe a crater that sticks around on the land, but that’s it. As for Modern Warfare 2, <a href="http://callofduty.wikia.com/wiki/Tactical_Nuke" target="_blank">it's a literal perk you can choose</a>
to increase your kill streak. It wipes people off the map and ends the
round. In Fallout, you must walk into it. You must witness the
devastation written onto the land and onto the mutated beings that
somehow survived the blast. The after effects of the blast literally
poison the player’s character. I'm not sure anyone can look at the bottom two pictures and get the impression that the designer is glorifying the top one.<br />
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James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-30438608552156603972017-09-06T21:16:00.001-07:002017-09-06T21:16:02.385-07:00Whatever Meager Amount of Hope and MercyThe idea goes like this:<br /><br />Life beat you. Whether it’s alcoholism, binge eating, not eating, whatever it is, you’re stuck with it. Depression won. And to protect yourself from depression, you bought THINGS.<br /><br />Flash forward a few years, and many steps towards improving your mental health, and you’re better now. You look at those things, the detritus from the mean years and you throw them away, because those things are what keep you down.<br /><br />See, it wasn’t alcoholism, or disordered eating that was the problem. It was those things you bought yourself to make something of the day or week. Those things, whether they’re <a href="http://www.comicsreporter.com/index.php/briefings/commentary/1865/" target="_blank">periodical superhero comics</a> (The Comics Reporter) or a <a href="https://www.polygon.com/2017/7/12/15958318/the-5000-decision-to-get-rid-of-my-past" target="_blank">video game collection</a> (Ben Kuchera), they’re evidence of those bad months, years and maybe decades.<br /><br />Bullshit.<br /><br />Those things you bought? Those things kept you alive. Depression’s a real motherfucker, and while no superhero can save us, maybe Superman can put you in a place where you can save yourself (shout out to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ou3kJf2ieUE" target="_blank">The Hold Steady</a>.) You bought those things to give yourself whatever meager amount of hope and mercy that you think you deserve.<br /><br />There’s no piece of media that’s gonna beat depression or get you a better job or a more serene life. But what it can do is inspire you to take those first steps. And those things you buy when you’re depressed that stack up your house? They’re reminders of the person you want to be. They’re aspirational.<br /><br />When you don’t need those stacks, you can begin the process of shedding them, like a winter skin. But when you do need them? They remind that at one point you thought you could do it. And your brain may/will tell you they're a sad reminder of the person you can't be anymore, but don't listen. That's the depression talking.<br />
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<i>You knew I'd choose Frank for this one, right? Right. Come on now, let's fix this mess. We can get better because we're not dead yet.</i><br />
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<br />James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-69613202998777930382017-04-22T08:07:00.001-07:002017-04-22T08:07:33.833-07:00The Complete PhonogramFuck what it means, that much is obvious. The Complete Phonogram as <a href="http://www.instocktrades.com/TP/Image/COMPLETE-PHONOGRAM-HC-(MR)/JAN170785" target="_blank">an expensive hardcover</a> shows the team’s enjoyed tremendous success due in some measure to Phonogram. The Singles Club lead to collaborations with Warren Ellis and Journey Into Mystery, which lead to Young Avengers, which lead to The Wicked & The Divine, which became <a href="http://www.wicdiv.com/" target="_blank">Wic/Div</a> and the rest is a cottage industry of cosplay, fan art and merchandise (which figuratively, and literally, <a href="https://fugazi.bandcamp.com/track/merchandise" target="_blank">keeps fans in line</a>).<br /><br />How does The Complete Phonogram make me feel?<br /><br />Wistful. Happy. Tired. I carried that giant hardcover around all day April 21st and it nearly wrecked my back on its own.<br /><br />I carried that hardcover around figuratively much, much longer.<br /><br />I read Phonogram obsessively in my raw, unemployed years and didn’t know I was burning when I was at rest. A hardcover that collects all of the comic and b-sides looks better on the shelf and is easier to reference. I won’t miss Kieron’s essays or annotations, and if I do, I’ve got the singles and trades.<br /><br />A book this heavy feels like Phonogram’s finally finished now. It’d been overtaken by Wic/Div, and for good reason, the team’s busy growing into this generation’s Sandman. Now Phonogram can rest, and maybe I can too. I’m in counseling and untangling the rat’s nest of cables that’s my brain and behavior.<br /><br />Phonogram’s a document of years spent listening to bands and letting it change or mutate or infect you. Or something else, in my case. Music held me together when I couldn’t manage that myself. <br /><br />Do I ever wonder how music changed me? Years at a time, brother.<br /><br />Phonogram’s done, and everyone’s in a better place. In 2011, I hopped a flight to London to see the boys at Kapow, and Kieron was signing alongside legendary penciller John Romita Jr, whose line (and forty years in the industry) subsumed Kieron’s. Six years later, that’s not the case, and there's a dense hardcover to prove it.<br /><br />
And for that dense hardcover, and what it finishes, a celebration and a task: I must happily wave goodbye to a comic that changed me.<br /><br />It’s now the morning of April 22nd. There’s a secret Wic/Div party tonight, which Hannah and I’ll show up for. Maybe I’ll let her put makeup on me. Maybe I’ll go a little glam. I’ll say goodbye to Phonogram on the Wic/Div dance floor, which feels like it’s exactly the way PG would want to go. I’m closer to living a peaceful life now than I was when I first read Rue Britannia. That peace is due, in some measure, to Phonogram.<br />
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Thanks, gents.James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-76513182717502114542017-03-03T13:26:00.002-08:002017-03-03T13:26:38.215-08:00Trap Them And Queer ThemDonald Trump won the election. Serious political commentators ignored the possibility or gave it no better than a 35% chance. Then President Trump won. It wasn’t quite Dewey Defeats Truman, but it did happen and it’s where the country is now.<br /><br />Since then, news about grotesque abuses of power and appointments of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeff_Sessions#Failed_nomination_to_the_district_court" target="_blank">actual Looney Tunes</a> to federal office dominates the papers and television.<br /><br />Election night, I expected to feel rueful and happy for my friends inspired by Secretary Of State Clinton’s campaign. I’d never seen so many of those friends excited on the morning of November 8th, and I figured Secretary Clinton’s victory was inevitable. So the next evening, I marched and chanted and went home. I held up a sign saying I was queer, bloody but unbowed. It did feel like that, I did feel like whatever we’re calling culture now landed one really good punch, but shit, I was still here, and it would require more than one really good punch to knock me down.<br />
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I bought more volumes of Dance on the strength of Dive and the ROI there wasn’t as high. There’s a great moment in Dance In The Vampire Bund II, volume one where we learn about a vampire’s choice to stay in the human community not because she wants a couple centuries worth of coercive power, but it’s the only place she’s ever wanted to live. Getting to that point (shown below) was more of a chore than I cared for.<br />
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<br />Another spinoff, Dance In The Vampire Bund: The Memories Of Sledgehammer, features an American war hero (Hama Seiji) who protects an openly vampiric Bund candidate (Reiko Gotoh) running for Japanese office. Unsurprisingly, Ms. Goto is the woman Mr. Seiji loves, While I wouldn’t recommend it except if you’re already interested in the main series, I’m two of three volumes in and Memories of Sledgehammer has not yet buckled under the weight of its many tropes.<br />
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responsibility for having well-informed, articulate opinions regarding
the material they were to wax wise about...All it takes is one sticky-fingered, disgruntled intern or one
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Admittedly, that's a disingenuous summation of his argument. Those days of gatekeepers being paid a maybe decent amount of money to have opinions is gone, and we lose that, while we gain, and this is crucial, immediate access to the work itself, rather than sitting around for the intermediary of the music critic's judgment. I'd love to be a professional music critic, admittedly. But, everyone listening to it alongside each other means more people get the experience sooner. And our judgments were always a half measure towards other people giving an album their attention.<br />
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There's a lot of resonant scenes in Almost Famous, but the one where Lester Bangs offers William Miller $35 for 1,000 words about Black Sabbath is instructive. Here's the catch, Pettigrew aches for the time when he could be Lester Bangs, dispensing sage advice and long assignments to reporters or freelancers. Those days of access and using that access as a megaphone to which the kids will flock are done. They're not finished, certainly. The Rihanna airplane debacle proved that. But, like a knife to the armpit, you're going to bleed out and die and Pettigrew sees that coming.<br />
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James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-64113021586437217432016-09-06T10:40:00.002-07:002016-09-06T10:40:12.534-07:00Four Years Too Late: Some Thoughts On Mass Effect 3<i>Hannah and I completed a run of Mass Effect 3. It’ll be on a podcast in the future, but I want to get my thoughts down before yelling into the microphone. We haven’t played 1 yet. I confess the vehicle sections of Mass Effect 1 frighten me off of the game. We'll probably do a full playthrough at some point in the future, but, due to the ending, not any time soon.</i><br />
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<i>I originally put this on Facebook earlier this morning. I'm refining it here and adding a couple photos.</i><br />
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<b> </b><br />BioWare/EA was too aggressive with the release date of Mass Effect 3. Hell, the game got another six months, it appears, and it still came out this way. Mass Effect 3 is an example of what happens when you’ve got resources but not time. There’s about five different BioWare offices credited at the end of it. Art is never finished, only abandoned.<br />
<br /><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/masseffect/comments/1wyz7e/some_interesting_facts_about_me3s_development/" target="_blank">According to Geoff Keighley’s book,</a> the main exposition character Javik got cut because BioWare ran out of time, and so the plot had to be reworked around that absence. The Citadel invasion was supposed to happen after Thessia. On The Illusive Man’s orders, Kai Leng would kidnap Javik, and the subsequent Cereberus invasion would make sense. Because Javik was moved to DLC because of time constraints, the story took on water.<br /><br />And yet.<br /><br />Despite a botched ending, DLC that was planned for the main story but got cut because the game needed to ship, and a missed shot on an open net with Omega, Mass Effect 2 and Mass Effect 3 are still two of the best RPGs I’ve ever played. Maybe top five, even. If EA commissioned a game of the year edition, I suspect critical consensus would be kinder to Mass Effect 3. As it stands, though, I found Mass Effect 3 only a tremendous experience. Admittedly, BioWare and EA may not be interested in reopening that can of worms.<br /><br />In any story of this scale, you have to accept plot holes. I can forgive quite a bit. I can forgive the extended ending. I can forgive that because the story set up the Reapers as an actually apocalyptic level threat beating them back will require sacrifices on a frightening scale. But the instant the <a href="http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Catalyst" target="_blank">Star Child</a> shows up, the game falls apart.<br />
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<i>Entropy Magazine published a <a href="http://entropymag.org/on-mass-effect-branching-narratives-and-industry-accountability/" target="_blank">long piece about choice in the Mass Effect series,</a> and it's absolutely worth your time. There's a massive chart of the choices, too. <a href="http://entropymag.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/mechart.jpg" target="_blank">Go look.</a> Pictures are from the developer, Kotaku and Ars Technica, in descending order. I've been listening to The 1975 singles for the past eight odd days, and the song that's currently ruling my headphones is by them, and it's called Chocolate.<br /></i><br />
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James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-9408021103261367092016-06-16T12:01:00.001-07:002016-06-16T12:01:25.696-07:00Final Wave GoodbyeGoodbye, Bane.<br /><br />The Massachusetts hardcore band plays their last two shows Friday and Saturday. Their influence on my life is too big to calculate right now.<br /><br />There are so many stories. Most of them are variations on a theme: I am scared or low and listening to Bane makes me more confident and more kind. This happened in Chicago, in Pittsburgh, in Washington D.C. and in Rome. I saw them in two Bottom Lounges at two very different parts of my life.<br /><br />Obviously, this is only the end until a good friend of the band has horrible medical bills and Bane does a benefit show. Then maybe eight people on the internet will complain how dare a band reunite after they break up. As for Bane's legacy, like every band, it's in how they made the audiences feel and how they treated their fans.<br /><br />What matters is that Bane's last two Chicago shows were the best I remember seeing them. They looked like a band rejuvenated and played with obvious joy. The crowd for both shows yelled at them for multiple encores. What matters is that I sobbed through my cries for one more song. What matters is that I'm crying as I type this.<br /><br />What matters is that Bane wants me to know it's okay to cry. What matters is that when I wasn't equipped to handle my life and couldn't find a way out of it, Bane helped me navigate. <br /><br />And now that I'm beginning to equip myself for my journey, Bane says goodbye.<br /><br />After night two, Bedard and I talked about comics and counseling. We talked about facing our fears as adults. I'll regret running away from Dalbec to catch a bus for the rest of my life. I'm sorry about that, Aaron.<br /><br />So, to Bedard, to Dalbec, and to everyone who's ever been in Bane: Goodbye, thank you, and I can't wait for what you're doing next.<br />
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James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-88356266847845128432016-04-21T21:23:00.000-07:002016-04-21T21:23:17.745-07:00Shelly Bond Was Always Going To FailThe story is Vertigo Comics' Executive Editor Shelly Bond got reorganized out of her position yesterday. Rumor has it her head needed to roll because Vertigo's sales were bad. We don't know for sure. No one has yet spoken on the record.<br /><br />What goes unremarked on is that Shelly Bond's job, the head of DC Comics' premiere indie imprint was in danger the instant she stepped into the role.<br /><br />To understand what went wrong, we have to understand what changed, and who Ms. Bond followed. Ms. Bond followed Karen Berger, the long running editor in chief of Vertigo Comics. Ms. Berger stepped away and down in 2012 after a career that introduced Garth Ennis (Preacher), Neil Gaiman (Sandman), Peter Milligan (Enigma, Shade), Alan Moore (Oh, Come The Fuck On) and Grant Morrison (Invisibles) to the American mainstream. And that's only the 90s. In the 2000s, Vertigo published early major works from Jason Aaron (The Other Side, Scalped), Ed Brubaker (Scene Of The Crime, Deadenders), Brian Wood (DMZ, Northlanders), Brian Azzarello (100 Bullets), Cliff Chiang (Beware the Creeper), Jeff Lemire (Essex County), Becky Cloonan (American Virgin), Scott Snyder (American Vampire), G. WIllow Wilson (Air, Cairo) and Brian K. Vaughan (Y: The Last Man).<br /><br />How did this happen? Contracts and trust. <br /><br />The Vertigo contract was structured such that creators kept most of the rights associated with their comic, but Warner Brothers had a first look at any adaptation of the material.<br /><br />Before Karen Berger stepped into Vertigo, she'd worked for DC for 10 years under the impresario Paul Levitz. Industry gossip tells us Levitz made a deal with Warner Brothers that went to the tune of "as long as we're profitable, you don't tell me how to run my company" and Warner allegedly accepted. Vertigo was given, fittingly, room to fall. Most of Vertigo's perennial sellers did badly in single issues, but made the money back on the collections.<br /><br />Both changed. Levitz left or was pushed out and the contract was allegedly looked at by a Warner Brothers executive who said "why don't we have these rights" in the early 2010s.<br /><br />There were two other things that happened which murdered Vertigo and they both start with an i.<br /><br />The internet is the most obvious, and it decimated much of the physical book market, which is not coincidentally where most people went to spend money on Vertigo titles.<br /><br />Image in the 2000s was a publishing house that was not terribly exciting. It had The Walking Dead and a roll of the dice. It was "creator owned," but in a world where Vertigo's deal was still the place to go if you wanted an editor and a marketing department talking about your comic, Image wasn't terribly attractive. The major creator owned success stories outside of Vertigo didn't often break 10,000 single issues sold a month.<br /><br />Image's Eric Stephenson was slowly making deals with people to make Image a player, but it wouldn't pay off in 2000s. It would pay off around 2012, with Brian K. Vaughan's Saga.<br /><br />And bolstered by the runaway success of Saga, Image turned out more and more and more and more comics, some incredible, some bad, but most okay or mediocre. This caused a second Image bubble.<br /><br />Now what does this have to go with Shelly Bond?<br /><br />Ms. Bond steps into the head of Vertigo in 2012, a time when<br />1) the internet makes pirating things you're kind of interested in easy<br />2) physical bookstores are sinking<br />3) Image will ascend to the premiere creator owned comics company<br />4) Vertigo's m.o., long runs allowed to fail in singles buoyed by strong trade sales will no longer be tolerated by the parent company<br />5) Bond's ability to manage her house is constrained even more by whim and fiat<br />6) her predecessor is arguably the most important American mainstream comic book editor in 30 years<br />7) perception of Vertigo is at an all time low<br /><br />Ms. Bond's four years at Vertigo, like her tastes or not, were spent keeping a Wile E. Coyote sized anvil afloat.<br /><br />Shelly Bond was always going to fail.<br /><br />
p.s. Birds in my ear tell me Ms. Bond was a shit boss and difficult to work with. <br />p.p.s. The sad epilogue is that DC's most widely known harasser, Eddie Berganza, still has a job. Mr. Berganza runs the Superman office.<br />
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<br /><i>This is looser than usual and without links, because, well, I'll be
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head for juuuuuuuuuuust long enough to type it out. I'd normally source
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James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-34544147643975361232015-07-01T22:48:00.000-07:002015-07-01T22:48:05.810-07:00The Error Is In The Text: Material #1.<i>Ales Kot was kind to me at NYCC 2014. I believe that experience influences this review.</i><br />
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Mr. Kot has said he could write his new comic, Material, forever. I bought the first issue. I won't buy the second.<br />
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It's not that I want my money back, I felt entertained for a long enough duration of time that satisfies my desire for "THINGS THAT I MAY NOT HAVE SEEN" though a large amount of that entertainment was at the issue's expense.<br />
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It is my opinion that Mr. Kot's copious footnotes work against him, except in two instances that require the reader to know that footnotes exist and are to be expected. The footnotes condescend to the reader more often than they illuminate. (Throw 'em in the back, properly annotated, Mr. Kot, and you'll achieve your aims.) I'd argue they're not even footnotes, as there's no markers for them in the word balloons. It does not read as Mr. Kot being helpful or showing his work, it reads as Mr. Kot telling you he's very intelligent.<br />
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Wil Tempest's pencils in this issue are rough in the way that makes him the target of jokes, and deservedly so.* It is a terrible introduction to his work, and I heard this from people who have seen his art before and like him. His use of color and panel composition makes up for it. Mr. Tempest knows when to use a secondary color to highlight a particular character and to maintain the reader's eye. Which is good, because his backgrounds are abysmal. To be more charitable, Mr. Tempest has a strong grasp of storytelling, which is done no favors by his shoddy pencils.<br />
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There are four plots in Material, two of them worth following, and one of those is only if you squint.<br />
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-True to Wild Children, there is an incurious professor on a pedestal, ripe for an Ales Kot monologue to knock him off. His interlocutor this time around is a stretch even within the writer's bibliography.<br />
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-The Guantanamo Bay plot resonated with me. It suggests a problem that is difficult to talk about and the dangers to the problem's resolution many. It is the strongest of the plots and the one that involves actual characters and not ambulatory vehicles for Mr. Kot's monologues.<br />
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There is an essay by Fiona Duncan in the back which earnestly extols the virtues of Franco Berardi (don't worry, the Wikipedia link is here: <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franco_Berardi">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franco_Berardi</a>) while unintentionally highlighting the low quality ********** of Mr. Tempest's pencils. In praise of the comic she's writing in, she says, "The students, save for the one who walk outs, are a sketchy mess." (The error is in the text, I've reproduced it.) Which is true for precisely one panel. Of the four panels the character is in, two of them that character is just as sketchy as the other students, he's merely colored brown and not that shade of light blue. In the third, he differs from the other students because he gets dots for eyes and a smiley face. *********** In the fourth, he gets a head shot.************ (I grabbed the first two pages from the <a href="http://www.comicbookresources.com/comic-previews/material-1-image-comics-2015" target="_blank">CBR preview</a>.)<br />
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I could argue, were I inclined*************, that the choice to be a sketchy mess was specifically chosen to non-verbally reinforce the professor's bored, jaundiced perspective and the student slowly making themselves known as a distinct person.************** I could also argue that Mr. Tempest's work is just as bad elsewhere in the comic and it detracts from the effectiveness of the story, which I do not believe can stand many more of these choices. His use of a different style, in a purple background, presumably to highlight lingering traumas is effective. He's better than this. So is Mr. Kot.<br />
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*************** See also: Do you see how distracting and unhelpful this is nowJames Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-77227416956890421852015-03-08T19:13:00.001-07:002015-03-08T19:15:54.362-07:00Stuttering.It was <a href="http://brianwood.tumblr.com/post/85216851631/stuttering" target="_blank">Brian Wood</a> that got me to think about this directly again.<br />
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I stutter. It's not fun, but it's livable. My friends got used to it. Now, I run roughshod over the sentences I speak. I suppose it goes without typing that I allow myself to stutter obviously. (Some people hide it or get it ironed out. To each their own.)<br />
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Thanks to the stutter, I had to discover a vocal rhythm. That, I now believe, was the beginning of my "voice." When I'm on, my sentences sound, deliberately, a certain way. Lots of commas, some single word sentences. In other words, plenty of places where I can pause for dramatic effect or if the engine of my voice cuts out.<br />
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I learned a lot of things from managing the stutter, some good, some bad, most useful. If given a choice, I'd excise the stutter. I hate it, but the task is serenity.<br />
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If I sound frustrated, it's nervousness compounded by an actual and not figurative inability to speak my desires. Even when the words are right, I still can't vocalize them. The issue is not desire and fear intertwining to compel the speaker to choose to speak multiple words simultaneously, but having nothing come out at all.<br />
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It is as if all of the lubricant in the gears of your voice disappears without rhyme or warning. Or, most damningly, another impregnable syllable in the middle of the most unremarkable sentence.<br />
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The rest is merely embarrassing details: I have pride, the stutter doesn't allow it. Stuttering in front of people I'd like to stand up straight in front of is rough. I imagine pity in their looks, and I can't stand that. I doubt the stutter has cost me lovers or friends, but my mind uses it as an excuse to believe the worst. The stutter activates my shame, which more powerful than it should be.<br />
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<i>For some reason, I don't find Elastica's "Stutter" terribly insulting. I think it's because I understand I believe the singer (Justine Frischmann) is talking about her boyfriend (Damon Albarn from Blur?) being tongue tied in her presence, which happens to everyone. That, and probably residual love for Phonogram. Anyway. Above image from adsoftheworld.com </i><br />
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Philly hardcore band does two full lengths worth of traditional mosh, loses a couple members, grows weird and mutates into something stranger and more compelling.<br /><br />In between all of this, US tours, EU tours, Japan tours, everything falls apart. Blacklisted breaks up twice, once in a London Urban Outfitters. Vocalist George Hirsch attempts suicide (he talked about it at This Is Hell 2013 or 2014, I forget which), allegedly goes to prison and records an acoustic album under the name of a character from a book called <u>Der Wehrwolf</u>.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbe4kbZNezT9cKwC9SAuLTPX2GawzYgm0VOUlMIeevOlSh6VZzGf79yqgseU9KKinJvkQyY-Y6efeHmylE62tWNvYCr484MTgcw17qtIYcz_ZK898iBl_np8Q9aEOzoteKNqHDa_VWItK6/s1600/cover.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbe4kbZNezT9cKwC9SAuLTPX2GawzYgm0VOUlMIeevOlSh6VZzGf79yqgseU9KKinJvkQyY-Y6efeHmylE62tWNvYCr484MTgcw17qtIYcz_ZK898iBl_np8Q9aEOzoteKNqHDa_VWItK6/s1600/cover.png" height="320" width="320" /></a><br /><br />The previous Blacklisted release (<u>So, You Are A Magician?</u>) was about nine minutes long and three songs. <u>When People Grow, People Go</u> is 21 minutes and eleven songs. I get the impression of men returning to their boyhood love of the genre. The fast tempos and final cathartic seconds before the song cuts short are all here.<br /><br /><u>When People Grow, People Go</u> is about the things you don't talk about. The sense that you're desperately stuffing your slimy, slippery intestines back into your stomach. The lyrics include:<br /><br />-A friend's in prison for opiate addiction. <br />-The continued disintegration of Mr. Hirsch's relationships with friends or lovers.<br /> -The many kaleidoscopic expectations of Mr. Hirsch as "guy in a hardcore band." <br />-His struggles with depression.<br /><br />Unlike in <u>No One Deserves To Be Here More Than Me</u>, the venue of one minute plus hardcore feels like a more comfortable venue for the lyrics.<br /><br />A step backwards perhaps, though that implies that the quality isn't there. It is. <u>When People Grow, People Go</u> still a traditional hardcore record more than anything else. The tracklist and song lengths don't lie, but it's shoegazey and grungy in spots and I remember those parts more than I remember Gossamer or Riptide. Though Riptide does have a really cool "maybe I'll break somebody's jaw" moment. Gossamer and Riptide are serviceable and perhaps good (many bands would be happy to author the songs), but are ultimately forgettable. Can George write another batch of lyrics regarding people gossiping about him? Sure. Do you really want to hear it? Nah.<br /><br />Foreign Observer has the only guest and that's Nick from Cold World singing the title through a vocal effect that makes him sound distant. Speaking of equipment, if you have ever wondered what a proper hardcore band would sound like through major label recording equipment, producer Will Yip's Studio 4 answers the question here: massive and clear.<br /><br />Everything has space in the mix, with special attention paid to the drums. Describing it analytically is a minefield since I understand very little about mixing and mastering, but the recording feels correct and the drums sound exquisite and sharp.<br /><br />It is hard not to look into the lyrics. It is hard not to take Mr. Hirsch at his word. Turn In The Pike begins with "they will kill you for your dreams" but continues "so what I need / is for you to shake me / when I start to drift to sleep." Mr. Hirsch is a man who knows the price of dreams and the price of art, and he's honest enough to say that for him the price is too high. <br /><br />"when creation fills my mouth / just break my teeth"<br /><br />I have trust issues. I believe Mr. Hirsch does too. I celebrate (literally, I danced around my kitchen when I first heard Insularized) a new Blacklisted record because it feels like someone else who understands how much of a gamble intimacy and sex are, and what can be taken from the person on a losing bet.<br /><br />The final track (also the title track) is an object lesson in being alive and male. You want to do it on your own, but you know you can't. And asking for help is cheating or it's impossible. "I couldn't just call your name/Too proud to reach out when I was dying…" If it feels like a dirge, well, it is. What I get out of Blacklisted records is the acknowledgment that all is not well and the nerve, only occasionally, to admit it in public.<br /><br />When People Grow, People Go is a record about abuse, given and received. It's about moving past the abuse or moving away. It feels ugly. It feels true. It's the best record this year.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>The first song from this record, and also my favorite. Maybe this should be the single. Between this and Foreign Observer, you might actually get people outside our genre to listen. But whatever. You're reading this, you know my tastes. Play loud.</i><br /><iframe width="320" height="266" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://ytimg.googleusercontent.com/vi/F5VA0yQP5LE/0.jpg" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F5VA0yQP5LE?feature=player_embedded" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-52026750214748118532014-12-29T18:03:00.001-08:002014-12-29T18:03:44.242-08:00Purity doesn't absolve you. (cleaned up and crossposted)"They were not working to save our country," <a href="http://davidsimon.com/american-torture/" target="_blank">writes David Simon</a>. I
disagree. What makes Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld and that gang frightening is
that they <em>were</em> trying to save our country. The law doesn't require that group of people to come to torture as their instinct, the law only requires that they came to it at all. I believe Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld led a group of cowboys and zealots towards a war, and committed war crimes because they believed it was necessary for the survival of the United States.<br /><br />The sincere belief that it was necessary for the country's survival doesn't absolve them of what they did. The frightening thing is that Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld are still human beings. They hug their kids sincerely. They're grandparents that want to make sure their families have good lives. In other words: They're normal people (a given value of normal, I'll grant you) and the trick is normal people can commit atrocities.<br /><br />I don’t care
if Bush, Cheney or Rumsfeld is a torturer in their hearts. I do care
that they ordered and authorized torture. That’s the only way this
matters. I believe they’ll go in front of God or St. Peter or whomever
and say “we did unto those sons of bitches before they could do unto us”
and face judgment with a shit grin. You won’t get Bush, Cheney or
Rumsfeld that way.<br /><br />Here’s how you get them: They hid it. They
knew it was wrong and that’s why they went to such lengths to justify it
and then hide it. Treat them like Snidely Whiplash and you get nowhere.
Treat them like men who got seduced by confirmation bias and then said
“take the gloves off” when they could have said “feeding a prisoner
through their asshole,” and you get ‘em dead to rights.<br /><br />They should be prosecuted.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>There are other versions of this on the internet, but I'm calling this one definitive until I add or subtract something again in a couple days. This seems like a good place for the epic closer I, Stateside by Crime In Stereo. Play loud, get sad.</i><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://ytimg.googleusercontent.com/vi/b6qql_wDijw/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="https://youtube.googleapis.com/v/b6qql_wDijw&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="https://youtube.googleapis.com/v/b6qql_wDijw&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object>James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-3073055504134501902014-12-02T23:47:00.001-08:002014-12-02T23:47:08.129-08:00Pomplamoney<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/author/rebecca-vipond-brink/" target="_blank">Rebecca</a> got livid.<br /><br />Hearing that Jack Conte, one half of Pomplamoose (the other half is Nataly Dawn), is a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Conte" target="_blank">co-founder of Patreon</a> and arguably used his "<a href="https://medium.com/@jackconte/pomplamoose-2014-tour-profits-67435851ba37" target="_blank">I have no idea how to budget a tour</a>" blog to subtly promote his other, presumably real, job, she was displeased. "Completely disgusting and dishonest" was how she put it.<br /><br />I…am less angry. It's dishonest, sure, but I can't summon disgust.<br /><br />Indie isn't what it used to be. There's judgment in there, for sure, but that's mostly a statement of fact. When indie was a thing that people cared about, the world was different. CDs were $18 a pop, unless you were <a href="http://www.dischord.com/" target="_blank">Dischord</a>. College radio stations mattered, because access was a thing that major labels had absolute control over. What you would listen to was whatever the conglomerate had decided would be on air in your market, or whatever you were willing to take a $18 gamble on. Indie meant you were willing to take that gamble.<br /><br />It's a different world now, and the main point is one of engagement, not access. So when Conte declares that he's a part of the creative class, and like all indie bands, he's willing to lose five figures on a tour, I shrug.<br /><br />(I shrug after yelling with Rebecca on Twitter about Conte's budgeting for an hour, to be fair. It is not impossible for indie bands of a different stripe to go five figures in debt, but they certainly don't do it for a month long US tour booked like a family vacation.)<br /><br />Indie, now, only means not currently signed directly to a major label. And Pomplamoose fits that. My question is "why does this guy want to buy in?" Pomplamoose are already tremendously successful through actively avoiding the traditional indie path of tour, record, US tour, EU tour, US tour, repeat.<br /><br />Because if he thinks indie has cachet, the joke's on him. Cachet is an infinitely decomposing currency, easily lost. Indie bands struggle to keep their heads above water. Pomplamoose, through their hustle, has an inflatable raft. <br /><br />Pomplamoose gets $6,395 per music video on Patreon, last I checked. Conte and Dawn crank out two a month. Most indie bands have to work two jobs when they're not on tour. Pomplamoose earns enough to give each member a $30,000 yearly salary. I don't know what Conte draws from Patreon.<br /><br />They've arrived.<br /><br />The rest feels like errata: Before this, Dawn had her <a href="http://www.nonesuch.com/albums/how-i-knew-her" target="_blank">major label debut</a> on Nonesuch, (a Warner subsidiary) underwritten by Kickstarter money. She also appeared on a Barry Manilow record. Of course there's a major label connection somewhere, but at this point, it hardly matters.<br /><br />The numbers Conte throws around show he's not from around here, and learning that he's also sitting on Patreon money takes the sting out of his "indie band guy/creative making it work" posturing. <br /><br />To presume to speak to him directly: Mr. Conte. Bro. You don't want to be here. Here isn't anywhere, really. You've got the career you dreamed of, right now, and all you have to do to keep it going is pruning. If your bandmate booked the tour, why are you paying a booking agent? If you know you're going to lose $50,000 on hired guns, workshop a live set that is just as compelling as "big rock show." It'll be a new challenge. Given how intense your band's churn is at normal output, it shouldn't be too hard. <br /><br />There's a dirty secret, one we're especially ashamed to tell: In all but this respect, we should be taking advice from you. $30,000 a year, on no touring? Sleeping in your own bed every night? Only recording and making videos? Bands dream about that.<br /><br />You guys don't do tours anyway. You have a loud, intensely engaged fanbase that's willing to support you. You already do the hard work. The rest is just being willing to absorb discomfort.<br /><br />Which, incidentally, might be the most indie thing you can do.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-17193194898629784002014-11-12T17:59:00.001-08:002014-11-12T17:59:23.613-08:00The Ring Of The Incredible First Impression<a href="https://www.darkhorse.com/Books/24-813/The-Ring-of-the-Nibelung-HC" target="_blank">The Ring Of The Nibelung by P. Craig Russell</a> is so pretty it hurts. $30 for a ~450 page hardcover, which you can almost certainly find for cheaper on the internet, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that penciller <a href="http://www.artofpcraigrussell.com/" target="_blank">P. Craig Russell's</a> lines are delicate and exquisite. It doesn't matter how many years in the making the project took. It doesn't matter that <a href="http://lovernk.com/" target="_blank">Lovern Kindzierski's</a> colors make P. Craig Russell look like <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Giraud" target="_blank">Moebius</a>. It doesn't matter that it's a 400 odd page distillation of a four night long opera (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Der_Ring_des_Nibelungen" target="_blank">Wagner's 15 hour Ring Cycle</a>) and is therefore not merely an act of tremendous investment but also judicious editing, before anyone titled an editor ever sees it.<br /><br />I'm passing over all of these things.<br /><br />I'm only going to talk about the first story page. Because this first story page below is genius.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVafhU73acsOJBqX8izJQuYSZpouykmlyJZlulefSvQh4n9ijtFXulCvklBavbwczwEDtizruJhZi67hQk869xrkstS5cKHacVicAI0YIta010OHRrDNq-J1G7x0-w2taiI-ViSaEwNsyN/s1600/thehandofgod.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVafhU73acsOJBqX8izJQuYSZpouykmlyJZlulefSvQh4n9ijtFXulCvklBavbwczwEDtizruJhZi67hQk869xrkstS5cKHacVicAI0YIta010OHRrDNq-J1G7x0-w2taiI-ViSaEwNsyN/s320/thehandofgod.jpg" width="179" /></a><br /><br />1) The creation of life compressed into a single page.<br />2) Wordlessly.<br />3) The very first thing you see, before panel borders, is a hand, breaking through panels. Panels are how you indicate time, the first thing you see is God's hand, beyond time.<br />4) Life gives color to the world. In this case, literally, God's hand, and time before life is in blue pencil. Blue pencils are usually used as the rough guides for a penciller, with final inks done in black, with color added after inks. So: Before life, there was no color. Life springs up? Color, brilliant color, greens, yellows and celebratory golds. Actually, if you look closely at panel five, you see the greens and golds in the seedling that springs up from where the water is dropped. Life introduces color into the comic!<br />5) And you understand it all, instantly.<br /><br />It's not merely a neat trick, it's a neat trick that tells the story, introduces characters, scale, and setting on the very first page. This will be an epic, in a literal and figurative sense of the word. The next major question, how the comic compares to the music it is based on, I have no idea. I am only listening to the first track now. Of course, I really ought to be watching a performance but alas, technology can only take us so far.<br /><br />The trouble with good first impressions is that they make expectations for the rest of what comes very high. The trouble with P. Craig Russell is that he has the talent and vision to live up to the bar he sets.<br /><br />The Ring Of The Nibelung by P. Craig Russell is $30 and can be bought from Dark Horse's sister retail operation <a href="https://www.darkhorse.com/Books/24-813/The-Ring-of-the-Nibelung-HC" target="_blank">Things From Another Planet</a> and other booksellers. I got mine for $12, at <a href="http://www.instocktrades.com/TP/Dark-Horse/RING-OF-NIBELUNG-HC/APR140076" target="_blank">In Stock Trades</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><i>You can guess what this is going to be, I think.</i><br />
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You have seen this on Facebook. "MAN WHERE'S MY FLYING CAR" and so on into infinity. <br />
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But as of October 28, 2014, it doesn't really feel like the future. Unless things get worse, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferguson,_Missouri" target="_blank">my generation's Selma happened this year</a>, Ebola is back, Russia is posturing on the world stage again and Christ only knows what else will come down the pike with the year 2014 appended to it.<br />
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Except, of course, for all the things that watch us from the sky, from the cell phones recording our major moves in our pockets and our social networks recording our minor foibles presumably to be hurled at us when we are cornered or weak. <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2014/10/16/technology/gamergate-women-video-game-threats-anita-sarkeesian.html" target="_blank">Women get bomb threats for having opinions about videogames</a>.<br />
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The future, of course, is always gunning for us. It feels that way in my head.<br />
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Except for the margins.<br />
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I write this on a laptop computer with 500 gigs of memory, not all of it filled by pornography. I write this listening to <a href="https://soundcloud.com/david_rees/sets/aphex-swift" target="_blank">a mashup of Aphex Twin and Taylor Swift</a>. It's the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mashup_%28music%29" target="_blank">mashup</a> that feels like the future. Not in either of the parts, but what that last sentence means.<br />
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That last sentence is actually crazy, if given time to unpack it.<br />
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1) One no longer needs the imprimatur and recording budget of a big label to make music.<br />
2) Recording technology (and what we define as possibilities for music) has advanced to the point where physical instruments are not always required.<br />
3) The availability of music has gone from requiring a physical copy of the release to a free for all, with almost anything instantly available the day of release, if not before.<br />
4) The ability to manipulate audio that already exists is so unremarkable that it comes standard on a Mac, and similar technology can be found for a steal or a lark on the internet.<br />
5) The ability to record music is so pervasive that it comes standard on a Mac and free versions that do mostly the same thing can be found for a steal or a lark on the internet.<br />
6) The ability to isolate and acquire vocals from a particular recording is available to us.<br />
7) One can distribute what they create for a nominal fee or free, via the internet.<br />
8) The end result is inside a genre that already exists and has a name that fits in our cultural imaginary.<br />
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Fifteen years ago, if you wanted to hear music from anywhere else, you had to import a copy of a physical release, which assumes, of course, anywhere else could afford to press it and promote it Today? Troll <a href="https://soundcloud.com/explore/world" target="_blank">Soundcloud</a> or <a href="https://bandcamp.com/?g=all&s=pic#discover" target="_blank">Bandcamp</a> for twenty minutes. No promises it'll be any good, but you can hear it.<br />
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It may be a shitty punk band you'll be listening to (and I say shitty punk band with solidarity and a smile here) but the option is now available. Something incredible will come. The universe will provide it. Which really means some person will have an obsession and get excited and the technology to create it will exist within their grasp, and the ability to distribute it easily will also exist within their grasp.<br />
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As for the content of the music, it's whatever. I never listened to Aphex Twin before, but I thought it was supposed to be weirder and more abrasive than what backs Ms. Swift here. Admittedly, I'm charmed by Ms. Swift's lyrics, even if I hurriedly maintain a jaundiced distance.<br />
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It doesn't matter what this mashup is comprised of, what matters is that it can be created, distributed and absorbed.<br />
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The takeaway: Music in my lifetime has gone from a thing that I must hunt to find and then purchase to a thing that I can find in a minute and a half if it's particularly obscure and be listening to in 45 seconds after that. Understand that and then multiply it for every other physical medium that yet exists on the planet.<br />
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Ten years ago, text messages were becoming interesting. Today? Your phone can record video. Ferguson is Selma, on some levels, but we're different people and we do not require a television channel to <a href="http://twitch.tv/" target="_blank">broadcast what we see</a>. Now you, dear reader, can find a live feed that's more useful and accurate than CNN. How will that change the way we absorb and weigh information in the future?<br />
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Shit, Eleven Names founder Zach plays D&D <a href="http://dndwithpornstars.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">over the internet with porn actresses</a>. Regularly!<br />
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For imperial statements about the future, look to New Scientist or the New England Journal Of Medicine or any military weapons publication. Continuing down this path is a terrible idea, and I did that for an hour until I wisely deleted it. <br />
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(The thrust of it: I only have maybe twice my years left again if I'm lucky and the rate of technology currently means that what will be available to consumers the year I die will have existed in a nascent form used by military or random science place for 10 years. Or, put dramatically, the future will end for me in my 60s and it'll take until my 70s for it to reach me.)<br />
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And, at least outside of HEY WE CAN CURE [DISEASE HERE] NOW it's hardly ever the technology that is the future, it's what we do with it. The future means women can document the men that harass them using technology available in their pockets. The future means I will still die in fifty years, but I can know and process much more information in those fifty years than my parents and their grandparents were able to.<br />
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The future means science fiction is being made obsolete faster than it can be written. The future means everything gets more crowded. Everything gets messier, or we're now aware of how messy everything always was. We are granted more options (if from a fire hose) and more ways of seeing the world. Our ability to make a living on weird or non-traditional jobs has increased exponentially, even if the value of "make a living" is still fairly small. You can express yourself in wild, savage colors.<br />
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That last sentence feels too easy. Let me rough that up a little. The future means trans persons may be publicly recognized by my country's administrators while I am alive. When I was a teenager, that wasn't even on my radar, and if it was, I don't think I could imagine their suffrage moving forward at this rate now. Moving beyond the provincialism of my own lifespan, I think we'll be in a better place in terms of recognizing other people in a hundred or so years, even if I only get to contribute to and see the first fifty years of that. I can live with that.<br />
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Beyond the old Warren Ellis chestnut "the world's a strange place, let's keep it that way," I imagine, or believe exists a larger sprawl of possibilities at the margins. Look at Homestuck. That's a million dollar property, made entirely by a person from a generation that was native to the internet. Tell someone twenty years ago, you'll see a guy writing a dating sim based on his work on a webcomic, and he'll ask you "what's a dating sim, what's a webcomic and more importantly, no fucking way." We didn't get the future that was in our parents imagination, but what we have currently is something pretty exciting.<br />
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We won't get to the Jetsons within my lifetime, I think. But I don't really want the Jetsons now. Do you? How small of a future the Jetsons would be now! How limiting! If all we did was go to the same jobs, but the buildings were taller and the cars smaller!<br />
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<i>As I was finishing the major strokes of this at 3 am, I typed in the tags Taylor Swift and it already exists here. I hope and imagine it was <a href="http://subsidizedsincerity.blogspot.com/2010/11/casanova-not-comic-book-reference-this.html" target="_blank">Emily</a> or <a href="http://subsidizedsincerity.blogspot.com/2011/06/protein.html" target="_blank">Katrina</a>, from 2010-2011 or a lifetime ago, before the massive needle drop of Phonogram into my life. I don't listen to Taylor Swift or Aphex Twin, but this mashup makes me want to start. <br />
This feels a little too hopeful for me, or I imagine a rebuttal of the terrible things I listed at the top of the article are all still true. It is hard to put a cost on inspiration. It can be done, I am sure, but not by me and not now. I'll say two things. ONE: Access was a major factor in what kept the powerful comfortable and that no longer is true. TWO: Empathy changes lives. What grants more empathy is many different firsthand experiences and failing that, art. I'm a better person for having read Phonogram, but I had to pick my jaw up off the floor after I completed a reading of the Nikopol Trilogy. Borges made me kinder. And if we are not the generation to grapple successfully with the military industry complex, then that makes us like every other generation. But we might gain an inch on it, if we push.</i><br />
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I haven't gushed about Joe Casey or <a href="https://twitter.com/nathanfoxy" target="_blank">Nathan Fox</a> on this website, and the <a href="http://www.dynamite.com/htmlfiles/viewProduct.html?PRO=C72513021926801011" target="_blank">Captain Victory relaunch</a> is the excuse I'm going to use to do so.<br />
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The first order of business is that the colorist on the Captain Victory relaunch, Brad Simpson, is inevitably going to get a short shrift, so that's why he's getting mentioned first. For the Nathan Fox pages, everything looks bright and trippy and wonderful. For the flashbacks done by other artists, or for Off Brand MODOK the colors get muted like they're supposed to. During the main storyline, Simpson's color work is heightens the tension and keeps the mood dialed up at 11, if not 12. Look at the whites and blues in the first panel below.<br />
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Casey's a comics writer<i> </i>who'se bibliography and volume means he comes up with something great fairly reliably. Trouble is, he might have to get through two or three bad ideas first. Before Captain Victory, his most recent work I liked, <a href="https://imagecomics.com/comics/releases/butcher-baker-the-righteous-maker-hc" target="_blank">Butcher Baker The Righteous Maker</a> seemed to be Joe Casey saying "fuck it, I'm gonna die on this weirdo comics hill, but just after I plant my flag, let me take potshots at Mike Huddleston, who draws this thing." His next two comics, Sex and The Bounce, (Batman after he gives up the cowl and Spider-Man as a person in 2013, respectively) were unremarkable or straight up bad.<br />
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That said, he's been in comics long before that, so he was the other X-Men writer while Morrison was on New X-Men, he did the glorious pacifist Superman arc in Action Comics and also was joined by Ashley Wood on <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automatic_Kafka" target="_blank">Automatic Kafka</a>. For things Kieron Gillen fans care about, he did Vengeance, which introduced America Chavez as Ms. America and The Ultimate Nullifier, both of whom would go on to be in Gillen/McKelvie/Wilson/Norton's Young Avengers.<br />
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He's a lifer and a genuine weirdo in an industry where weirdoes with opinions run the joint. He goes for a kind of vulgar existensialism (see Vengeance or Butcher Baker), and his subversive take on superheroes is, when it's good, a couple degrees to the left of what I expect. I repeat: Pacifist Superman. His dialogue, though, in an attempt to be cool, can be painfully corny in hindsight.<br />
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I've never thought about a Joe Casey event comic because what I read of his work tends to have the scale one finds in those things anyway.<br />
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But when I like Joe Casey most often is when he's playing off in a corner somewhere and gets to make something weird, and that leads me to Dark Reign: Zodiac, which in turn, leads me to Dark Reign: Zodiac's penciller, Nathan Fox. Nathan Fox's style I'd describe as obviously influenced by Paul Pope, but with a delirious messiness to it that obscures or takes credit over an insane amount of detail. It reads quickly, but if you slow down, you see the hundreds of tiny flourishes.<br />
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DR: Zodiac was a blink and you miss it 3 issue mini during the Dark Reign era where Norman Osborn was in charge of just about everything, and the heroes went underground. Osborn's big moment was saying to the other major villains on his level "just don't kill puppies on television and you can do whatever you want."<br />
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Joe Casey apparently looked at that and said, "well, not every villain is magically going to be Neutral Evil, so can I get three issues to write Chaotic Evil dudes committed to mayhem?"<br />
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Penciled by Nathan Fox, the series was unabashedly mean-spirited. It included a hospital bombing, the savage beating of Johnny Storm and the on panel dumping of skulls out of a burlap sack (below). The opening scene is the investigation of the severed torsos of 100 H.A.M.M.E.R. agents in a warehouse. Nathan Fox's pencils made the experience messy, ugly and stunning. Yes, the heroes, when they weren't beaten to a pulp looked unblemished, but everyone else looked lived in.<br />
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Maybe the best moment was a faked Galactus attack.<br />
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The Casey/Fox team would reunite on <a href="https://imagecomics.com/comics/releases/haunt-vol.-4-tp" target="_blank">Haunt</a> for about 10 issues, or as long as it took Todd McFarlane to step away from it and then step back to it, to kill the momentum the new team built up. Before Casey/Fox, it was an Image project involving a future fascistic religion, a priest with the ghost of his brother who was a SWAT team member that had an off-brand Venom symbiote attached to him. Dreamed up by Mr. McFarlane, Robert Kirkman and Greg Capullo, the series was a laborious mess.<br />
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Casey/Fox looked at that and said "what if we lean more heavily into the b-movie aspect of the whole thing," and made it Awesome. It got wilder, under the Casey/Fox pencils, and apparently, further away from the vision that Todd McFarlane had for the character. McFarlane would take his toys back later, but those 10 issues were gleeful genre work. To go back to my point about Mr. Fox's delirious messiness and detail, just look at the electronics falling out of the helmets in the third panel.<br />
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But that was a long couple years ago and now Casey and Fox are reunited to work on a Jack Kirby revival for Dynamite, Captain Victory And The Galactic Rangers.<br />
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It's great. Kirby's influence in superhero comics is massive, where any single issue he wrote or drew could have 10 ideas. This being comics, only three of them were worth following up on. Kirby's writing style was bombastic, and while there were tiny details (the man is called The King by the industry today) there were few tiny statements. Kirby's work that reflected Kirby was grand and sweeping.<br />
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And here's the thing: Joe Casey knows bombast. Joe Casey knows glorious comics idea that works on the page, but not out loud. It's a fine line between monkey punches robot and Nextwave punches Fin Fang Foom, but Joe Casey has been on the right side of that before, and with Nathan Fox, he's on the right side of it now.<br />
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(I pause here to mention Joe Casey's other Kirby comic, Godland, ended last year. Godland's penciller, Thomas Scioli is a dead ringer for Kirby. Godland is the first 100+ issues of the Fantastic Four with the serial numbers filed off, updated for this century, gone wild.)<br />
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Assisting Nathan Fox is a murderer's row of alt comix talent, the first issue includes Jim Rugg and Ulises Farinas, the second involves Michel Fiffe and the promotional material says Benjamin Marra, Jim Mahfood and Farel Dalrymple are forthcoming. Nathan Fox draws most of the pages in each issue, while the guests contribute whatever flashback sequences or a scene to add up to a total of 22 pages a month. I think that's what makes Captain Victory so exciting to me personally, is that the pencillers are working outside of their wheelhouse. Yes, they have done superhero jobs before, but their work generally is usually much smaller in scale.<br />
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Those pencillers are all talented enough that when they get out of their comfort zones, their work will still be good, and it's in service of a series who's ethos is bombast and crazy ideas, so it'll congeal. It feels new not because it is, but because it's unexpected coming from the people making it.<br />
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I did not expect a Jim Rugg Kirby crackle, but those crackles looked real hype when he did draw them. I know Michel Fiffe does COPRA, but that doesn't prepare me for him doing crazy sci-fi.<br />
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Captain Victory is the stage and direction I didn't know I wanted to see Casey and Fox tackle. It's hard to imagine a higher compliment.<br />
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<i>Joe Casey might like this one. These Mad Dogs Of Glory by Modern Life Is War. Title says it all, don't you think?</i><br />
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<span id="goog_1713104991"></span><span id="goog_1713104992"></span>James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-43596273745836032972014-09-08T09:05:00.000-07:002014-09-08T19:00:42.135-07:00Harassment and Hashtags<div style="text-align: left;">
I'm not sure what's repeating myself, what's transcendently obvious and what's bandwagon jumping on something that every point I could make has been written about <a href="http://www.rockpapershotgun.com/2014/09/08/videogames-are-for-everybody/" target="_blank">better by people directly affected</a> and <a href="http://badassdigest.com/2014/08/26/video-games-misogyny-and-terrorism-a-guide-to-assholes/" target="_blank">deeper in the community</a> than I am. The first 17 minutes of <a href="http://www.giantbomb.com/podcasts/bombin-the-a-m-with-scoops-and-the-wolf-09-05-2014/1600-992/" target="_blank">this podcast</a> are instructive.</div>
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Here goes: #Gamergate started off as a new edition of an old saw (games journalism is too dependent on personal friendships, inside sources, "exclusives," etc etc), if in fact, it was ever anything more than a way for Zoe Quinn's vindictive ex to get back at her. If I was a teenager now, maybe, if my life zigged and not zagged, I could see getting up in arms about "integrity" but as it stands, I'm not a teenager, so I don't have a lot of patience for the people that keep the hashtag going despite the persons from 4chan and random people interested in mayhem joining the hashtag.</div>
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As I did journalism in high school, I'm aware of <a href="https://medium.com/@upstreamism/to-fair-minded-proponents-of-gamergate-7f3ce77301bb" target="_blank">the limitations of an enthusiast press</a>, especially in a time when people don't want to pay for actual journalism by professionals.</div>
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I'm at a loss as to what to say about the persons who terrorize Ms. Quinn. They are the true and willful authors of her degradation, they are doing a thing they likely believe to be directly harmful to a human being. In this respect, they're bad people. I cannot see myself or any of my friends, no matter how warped by circumstance, terrorizing her.</div>
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The worst part is of course, the harassment and threats that Ms. Quinn faces hourly, if not minute to minute. The saddest part is that the people who terrorize her, if given distance and I imagine, a couple years to grow up, might be fans of her work. They're terrorizing a game developer, chosen because she's a woman with an opinion they don't like and can be brought via slander into the conversation.</div>
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Pause. The second saddest part is that the people who terrorize Ms. Quinn value the mealy and unappetizing present over the possibilities of the future.<br />
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Harassment of women with opinions will continue to be more visible on the internet, which allows us to recognize it publicly as abhorrent. Before this, the harassment of female developers wasn't so obvious. Given a timeline beyond my lifespan, the sexism will be corrected, slowly. While we live, we push the stone as far along as we can.</div>
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The rest is washing up: Ms. Quinn will live with this the rest of her life, regardless of whether she remains in the games industry. Her terrorizers will forget all about this next year. We hope that Ms. Quinn will continue to make games, we understand if she doesn't. </div>
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I suspect I'll write this next year and the year after that. I believe the year that I won't be compelled to write this is coming. I do not believe I will live to see it.</div>
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<i><br />"Get the fuck out/here there's no interest in what you're about.../we're here together/we're here to stay" Three's A Party. Kid Dynamite. Short. Fast Loud. Hit play already. This post was edited at 7:30ish pm the same day it was published. It was edited again a couple hours later.</i><br />
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James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-51054323537880001682014-09-07T22:15:00.002-07:002014-09-07T22:15:47.819-07:00The Shadowrun And The Glory<div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadowrun_Returns" target="_blank">Shadowrun Returns</a> is an <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Western_role-playing_video_games" target="_blank">cRPG videogame</a> based on the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadowrun" target="_blank">tabletop gaming system of the same name</a>. Shadowrun: Dragonfall is that videogame's expansion. Like most videogames, Dragonfall is the better game, since much of the trouble in making the first game is making sure that the gears and wheels under the hood work, but also, discovering what that game is. But there's one mission of Returns that is more memorable, for the right reasons, than everything from the expansion.</div>
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<br />The Shadowrun setting is basically Red Harvest or $106,000 Blood Money dramatized by Lord Of The Rings characters. Death is cheap, people willing to do bad things abound, people willing to do good things usually aren't. Corporations run the world, and everyone employs mercenaries (Shadowrunners) for missions, which usually involve repossessing a rival corp's technology or board member. Often killing and hacking (called decking) are involved.<br /></div>
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(A long aside on names. Shadowrun Returns is the base game, but
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I am currently right at the last mission in Dragonfall, so while I have not beat it yet, I feel comfortable talking about Dragonfall as a full experience. Perhaps the story will implode just before the finish line, but so far, the story is a defter thing than its predecessor. There are actual headscratchers in terms of "okay, what am I contracted to do versus what can I do versus what is the right thing to do versus what is the decision the genre demands?" and three or four of those headscratchers in Dragonfall.</div>
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James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-42932707717557969672014-08-24T00:28:00.004-07:002014-08-24T00:28:48.208-07:00Stray Bullets: All My Friends Were RightI bought Stray Bullets: The Uber Alles Edition (a one time only $60 collection of the first 41 issues) because three different people told me to do it, each of them coming from a different part of my life.<br /><br />I'm about 16 issues through and I can say that this is one of the most powerful things I've read in the last five years. Elmore Leonard gives me a vocabulary to speak about these things, but I intuit a very powerful sentimentality in the early portions of the Lapham crime series.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx6SYR7BBr0GmHRKfOuXQhPdOTGGbBTs4bL9DvZuGkSY1P5c1y7moKpDPYxTe7UYk0UYQHe9r0IGwm1MPBSh_OFmGNMfKkVjNsH7MIfQ-FLeYkkH2Rd1IA39THKMcgWzw_lskrIHtY_ybY/s1600/blam.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx6SYR7BBr0GmHRKfOuXQhPdOTGGbBTs4bL9DvZuGkSY1P5c1y7moKpDPYxTe7UYk0UYQHe9r0IGwm1MPBSh_OFmGNMfKkVjNsH7MIfQ-FLeYkkH2Rd1IA39THKMcgWzw_lskrIHtY_ybY/s1600/blam.png" height="320" width="289" /></a><br /><br />The characters, alone! I'll spoil one story. Amy Racecar is a femme fatale in blue jeans, or a "bad girl" except reading her doesn't make me roll my eyes. She loves a man and does not trust him. The rest is inevitable and impossible to guard against. Of course it ends the way it does. I imagine a further influence of Westlake's (nee Stark) Slayground, though it could just be that the shootout happens in an amusement park.<br /><br />Virginia Applejack won't take anyone's shit and learns quickly what that means. There are innocent boys given bad educations. There are bad men, in the grand sense, and in the sense of women speaking over drinks.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw2UZuFSe-m0tZ3Pqc6n3YxqcBw_I3kAqPgL1hwxDe7nOCTXgIbnYzeaLzHLKi0ltD8Ssd3fRlTkXC4pifwcw-yKnKqNRMA7k5BZToYhEQH9Lzk1dyVrH1mSIBvumKMBojMbsAIr5cSnI/s1600/leave.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw2UZuFSe-m0tZ3Pqc6n3YxqcBw_I3kAqPgL1hwxDe7nOCTXgIbnYzeaLzHLKi0ltD8Ssd3fRlTkXC4pifwcw-yKnKqNRMA7k5BZToYhEQH9Lzk1dyVrH1mSIBvumKMBojMbsAIr5cSnI/s1600/leave.png" height="240" width="320" /></a><br /><br />The characters are children pretending to be adults and adults misbehaving. They are eroded by liquor or sex or cocaine. Handguns make appearances, like movie stars on television. The violence feels real. By which I mean, the violence is never pretty. It is messy, wet and it changes the survivors. There is blood, but it isn't bloody. It is graphic, but not like a Geoff Johns splash page.<br /><br />Stray Bullets makes me want to re-read Scalped, to see what influence must be there.<br /><br />There is one major drawback. The binding on my copy of the Uber Alles Edition is abysmal. I described it to one of my friends as being done by an Image Comics intern with a glue gun. I'm aware the price was deliberately kept low, but the pages came unglued within the first thirty minutes of me opening the volume. I wouldn't buy the Uber Alles Edition if I were you, but if you see Stray Bullets on a comixology sale, then blow your money. All of it.<br /><br />It was Adam writing about Stray Bullets that convinced me to buy the series, at bottom, and if you want convincing, then clicking <a href="http://adamwitt.tumblr.com/post/82486787297/on-stray-bullets-by-david-lapham" target="_blank">this link</a> may convince you.<br />
<br />You can read the first four issues for free <a href="http://www.innocenceofnihilism.com/SBFREEREAD.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
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<i>Patrick Kindlon was one of those three people that recommended I buy Stray Bullets, so a Self Defense Family song about the cops knocking Patrick's house down seems appropriate. "I choked out one word, and that word was 'bastards.'"</i></div>
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James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-80623380324306582652014-08-19T22:31:00.000-07:002014-08-19T22:33:35.873-07:00Be Objective<a href="http://www.flareandfade.com/" target="_blank">Rebecca</a> and I got together to talk about Ferguson on Sunday afternoon. It felt like things were getting less rugged out there and we had a full week's worth of news to digest. She said that she didn't know how to talk about it, and I suggested a timeline. Suggested is light. I said timeline and then went and yelled about what happened at what particular times for six minutes uninterrupted.<br />
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And that's good training from journalism and philosophy. (Yelling at a coffee bar notwithstanding...) Check your work, take individual pieces one at a time and not in big gulps, make connections from one piece to another, always. Back up what you say with facts. All well and good. Little pieces give you a thing to start on and build from. You build long enough like that and you'll have something that'll hold.<br />
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It sounded good and felt good on Sunday afternoon. Then, of course
came Sunday evening, and it whatever good feeling I had from the conversation disintegrated. A hate group with a long
history of murder that I won't link to announced they're going to show
up to protect white businesses, whomever the police are this time around
(normal St. Louis police? Ferguson police? Those MO state police that
actually talked with people?) brought back their military weaponry and
the same grisly play happened again.<br />
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anarchist collectives from out of town are coming in looking for a
fight, against the wishes of the Ferguson community and just no. Please.
no. Allegedly, Anonymous said they had something that would "blow up" Ferguson and
I can't handle how terrible that statement is. Things down there are
pretty blown up enough already. I don't think Ferguson, or the story of
the murder of Mike Brown needs more blowing up. It's at that point that "something that'll hold" doesn't feel like enough.<br />
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How fucking objective do I need to be when I know that police are pointing guns at innocent people because they can't or won't do the work to walk into the crowd without pointing a gun or brandishing a weapon and distinguish peaceful protesters from looters and opportunists?<br />
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Some Luther Arkwright panels say it better than I can.<br />
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We've been objective. We know what this is. This is a convergence of: <br />
1) a community knowing that X number of dollars worth of cigars is worth more than a black man's life (paraphrased from something El-P retweeted, IIRC)<br />
2) that same community asking, peacefully, for a meager measure of justice and getting none (paraphrased from something Greg Rucka retweeted, IIRC)<br />
3) the police escalating at almost every single opportunity<br />
4) the police using that escalation as an excuse to crack down with their shiny new anti-terrorism toys<br />
5) the mayor and the governor giving public statements that were either not enough or downright insulting<br />
6) the police choosing to employ anonymity in an attempt to insulate themselves from accountability<br />
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Be objective feels like a sick, cruel joke at the expense of the person it is directed at. I don't know who said it was okay, but I just want it to stop, and be objective, it seems, does not get it to stop.<br />
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And I know that the careful collection of facts and their dissemination is what gets the bastards. Whomever they are. I want the people who said it was okay for the police to deploy with tear gas and rubber bullets to face a real inquiry. I want the people who gave the order to use those things to face a real inquiry. I want the officers who didn't interview any witnesses to face a real inquiry. I want the officers that used <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Long_Range_Acoustic_Device" target="_blank">LRADs</a> on those protestors to face a real inquiry. I want the people who decided for these police actions, the officers would go out without their badges or numbers on to face a real inquiry. (And so many more...)<br />
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James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-82791023363310630862014-08-06T20:23:00.001-07:002014-08-07T22:51:00.365-07:00The Wicked & The Divine, AloneI think I'm scared to admit I have reservations about The Wicked & The Divine.<br />
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It's superficially about gods, but it's really about myth and the stories we tell ourselves to feel more confident.<br />
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To dispense with the obvious, the Phonogram team kills it. Everyone's on point, The Wicked & The Divine is a logical extension of the Sandman meets Plan B magazine aesthetic that the team's been aiming at since Siege: Loki. If there is a knock on this comic in my mind, it is not in the panel to panel storytelling. <br />
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Head tilted away from a wine glass and a coy comment? Check.<br />
Pop music? Check.<br />
Divinity? Check.<br />
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There's a couple things I don't cotton to in issue number one, the first being the reaching out by the pop star and bestowing divinity ("she's really looking at me" v. "these are three chords, now form a band") , the second being Luci.<br />
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Luci is the most excellent Gillen/McKelvie-ism so far. Short for Lucifer, she slinks around the first issue, getting /almost/ all of the good lines. In that respect, I imagine her as the team's Spider Jerusalem. Luci is attacked by Christian terrorists and repels them. That said, I am not sure what I would do if the true and willful author of our ultimate degradation (I have finished A Theory Of Justice, yes...) made their appearance known in this world that I live in.<br />
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Issue two carries with it its own troubles. Lucifer is in prison. Her fingers are bound. Now, we pause. Gods can kill people with snaps of their fingers but apparently fingercuffs are enough to keep them in check? This seems telling. Again, maybe they're setting something up here, but it doesn't follow for me. Maybe I'm supposed to say "There's something off."<br /><br />And we also find out that before Luci was let us say, anointed, she was a latchkey kid and it makes it harder to dislike this person. Especially when she does not appear to be Shoot.<br /><br />Luci isn't my real gripe, though, and what follows is:<br />
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Which, okay. Artistic choice. But Christ. The Wicked & The Divine team is good enough that they don't have to do this. Am I missing something?<br />
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It feels lazy. It gives off (to me) the vibe of the early Image material. The history of that company which fans politely ignore whenever Image is brought up these days. The beginning, where reskins of better liked superheroes was literally the company line. Using the Young Avengers tricks again reminds me of that shortcut.<br />
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Maybe The Wicked & The Divine team is going somewhere with it. I don't know where, but again, I ought to keep that open as a possibility. Maybe it's no more than <a href="http://wordballoon.blogspot.com/2014/06/word-balloon-podcast-jonathan-hickman.html" target="_blank">stealing shots, saying "I could do this better"</a> or a rapper going over whatever the big beat of the month is with their own hot sixteen.<br />
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I like The Wicked & The Divine, though. Now that I don't know where the comic is going, I enjoy it. But I focus on the grains of sand in the lotion because I feel I owe it to myself and my audience (pause for laughter) to acknowledge the things publicly that I talk about with Adam Witt, but also because I hold the Phonogram crew to a high standard. When I talk with Adam, I talk about all the things in Wic/Div that don't work for me. When I talk on the internet, I talk about all the things that do.<br />
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At bottom, I want the next thing from Gillen/McKelvie/Wilson. When The Wicked & The Divine clicks, it feels like the next thing. It feels exciting and the comic of this moment of 2014. But when it doesn't? I look for Miss America to punch a guy.<br />
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<br />James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-52756938477462731932014-07-28T15:43:00.000-07:002014-07-28T15:43:00.934-07:00Money. The Lovely Horrible Stuff.<div style="text-align: justify;">
Longtime games writer Simon Parkin has a solution, but first he must convince us there is a problem. <br /><br />His point in a <a href="http://www.newstatesman.com/culture/2014/07/why-indie-gaming-s-obsession-moneymaking-hurts-us-all" target="_blank">piece for the New Statesman</a> appears to be "we need to talk about creative successes as much as we talk about financial successes so indie* devs will feel comfortable pushing the boundaries of art."<br /><br />(Summary is barbarism. I know, I know.)<br /><br />In context, it's just as presumptuous. The artistic temperament is a thing that will create independent of critical pats on the head. If the further argument is potential devs will get blinded by the tall stacks of indie games dollars, I'm skeptical. If the argument after that one is the devs looking for truly insane amounts of cash or a seven figure PayPal account leave after their first attempt doesn't set them up for life, I'm not sorry to lose their creative energies. If the next argument is "but devs/artists won't create without being told their work is rainbows and unicorn giggles," (and I believe it is) Parkin's got a real low opinion of devs/artists.</div>
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<br />Mr. Parkin is wrong four times over: <br />1) The critical discussion already exists on social media and outlets he no longer writes for.<br />2) Option paralysis is real and constraints often help jog creativity. (Doom 3's flashlight.)<br />3) Hearing developers talk about making their business sustainable at a conference for developers is a legitimate topic of inquiry and doesn't preclude serious discussion of craft.<br />4) "People come into an industry desirous of easy success" isn't a sign of the end times so much as a fact of of life in any human endeavor from art to sewage treatment.<br /><br />In a comment, Parkin continues, his feature isn't about insulting indie devs, but instead around "the dominant stories around games creation." Whether that's true or not, it contains the moralizing nugget that artists shouldn't be concerned about earthly lucre, they should instead concern themselves only with the thing that will enrich our lives.<br /><br />This is precisely the opposite of what we should (I used the word should. <a href="https://twitter.com/kierongillen/status/279420734202318848" target="_blank">I ought to tread lightly.</a>) be telling artists. We should be telling artists, focus on money, not exclusively, but know what you want to say and know what vehicle is most effective in allowing you to subsidize your ability to express yourself. I trust that if you're an indie dev making a game, you're making something you want to make, putting out art into the world that you believe ought to exist in it. Parkin, apparently, does not.<br /><br />What can you create that you can finish, polish and still have money left over to produce enough copies to sell? Remember: Art is a misnomer. Art is a mantle put on your work by another person. Phillip K. Dick only enjoyed mainstream accolades after his death. The Renaissance masters had patrons. Greek storytellers told stories for food, shelter and coin of the realm. Van Gogh sold one painting in his lifetime. Yes, make it because it means something to you (I assume "you're" doing that already,) but don't get drawn into an art before commerce discussion.<br /><br />Worrying only about art doesn't free you up to create, you'd be creating anyway. Perhaps your dreams might appear in higher resolution, but what matters is that those dreams get out at all.<br /><br />Be cordially mercenary, because Art is fickle, critics even more so and the way you get to keep saying what you want to say is by releasing things. And "focusing on art" does not help with releasing games. And each thing you release, incidentally, is art. Maybe not incredible art. Perhaps not boundary pushing. But small releases grow your confidence so when you do <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=feeling%20your%20oats" target="_blank">feel your oats</a>, you have the dexterity and experience to push your vision. But first you must get to the point where you have dexterity and experience and that requires money and stability.<br /><br />To get crass: An unlimited budget without constraints gave us Duke Nukem Forever. A budget of roughly $1.2-1.5 million gave us Shadowrun Returns. It's clear which one is the artistic success, but let's not forget that it's also the financial success, too. Why? Shadowrun has less to recoup and hard knowledge about what they could make given a discrete budget. Harebrained Schemes gets to make another game. 3D Realms doesn't.<br /><br />Focus on the best work possible within the deadline. Art (or a particularly elegant manifestation of your creative vision) will come as a consequence.<br /> </div>
*indie of course being a marketing term and a funding mechanism.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
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<i>The title of this piece is a <a href="http://www.topshelfcomix.com/catalog/lovely-horrible-stuff/797" target="_blank">graphic novella</a> by the illustrious Eddie Campbell. You know what this song's gonna be. Art Is Hard, by Cursive.</i></div>
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James Thomas à Beckethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703038348168686571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679866761332262117.post-82063946240364656602014-07-03T07:50:00.001-07:002014-07-03T07:50:09.424-07:00Blissfucker, Alone<div style="text-align: justify;">
Don't let that moron from The Needle Drop fool you: <u>Blissfucker</u> is great.<br />
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<u>Darker Handcraft</u> was a record I liked because it wanted you dead and wanted to get to killing you immediately. Since people in genre can recognize <u>Left Hand Path</u> but not <u>Suicide Invoice</u>, <u>Darker Handcraft</u> is a record that got defined with the idea of crust, those three grind-ish songs everyone praises but no one listens to, Evictionaries, and The Facts.<br />
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<u>Blissfucker</u> is more sludge. Now, sludge isn't new to Trap Them. Dead Fathers Wading In The Bodygrounds is the most obvious one to me, but Drag The Wounds Eternal and Scars Align are also precursors. Maybe Gutterbomb Heaven On The Grid also? What matters is that Trap Them is de-emphasizing grind on their most recent record. And it's hardly that, they're just writing longer, fuller songs!<br />
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Yes, there isn't the pulverizing four minute triptych at the end of <u>Blissfucker</u>. There's just that two odd minute blast beat frenzy as the second fucking track. And also the opening to Lungrunners? (And the first two thirds of Former Lining Wide The Walls!) If you want it, <u>Blissfucker</u>'s still got you, but it's also doing different things. Ryan McKenney's broken glass yawp is still an assault on the listener's ears, but against the longer, more traditional metal of <u>Blissfucker</u>, his yawp changes the proceedings from ominous to actual danger.<br />
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Put differently, his vocals maintain a high threat profile. You can hear producer/engineer Kurt Ballou get more adept at recording by virtue of how clear Mr. McKenney's vocals come through. Mr. McKenney now fully sounds like the night terrors of whatever New Hampshire town he was born in. Mr. Ballou uses the old metal trick of burying the vocals in the mix, giving the listener the impression that they're struggling to get through.<br />
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My bandcamp download did not come with a .pdf of the art (and even if it did, band hasn't been putting lyrics in those things since <u>Seizures…</u>), but I'll throw a ten spot on the guess Mr. McKenney is yelling about the empty formalities of family/community ties, the horrors of violence and the broken humans left in the blast radius of war. Maybe zombies? That part I'm less sure of.</div>
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What I am sure of, and couldn't tell you why, is that <u>Blissfucker</u> feels like guitarist Brian Izzi's opus. Maybe it's the length. Maybe it's the fact that there's moments of solos, or something like them. <u>Blissfucker</u> feels new, even if I can point to places in earlier records that suggest this shift. Shift is the right word, but I ought to be careful on the emphasis. Trap Them remains a Swedish-style thrash band, anchored by a hardcore punk vocalist.<br />
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<u>Blissfucker</u>, as a whole, feels, strange to say, imperial. There's a grandness and scope to <u>Blissfucker</u> which previously was only an ambition in the band's discography. And if metal/hardcore/punk fans hate anything, it's ambition. The storyline of "grind/d-beat band makes another fast, obliterating full length" is easy. From <u>Seizures...</u> into <u>...Handcraft</u> into <u>Blissfucker</u>, the songs have been getting longer, while maintaining that energy. Seriously. I listened to <u>Seizures...</u> for context. <u>Blissfucker</u>'s got it.<br />
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It is a shame, of course, that drummer Chris Maggio is no longer with Trap Them. Whether it is my imagination or something approaching truth, his drum work on <u>Darker Handcraft</u> seemed to be hyperactive and kept the Trap Them machine moving at an exhilarating speed. Brad Fickeisen, the new guy, is no slouch himself (is that the second ex-The Red Chord member Trap Them's rotated in?) His steady work in my imagination makes it easier for Mr. Izzi to write his epic, but Mr. Maggio unleashed Trap Them in a way that leaves an impression. At the live show, of course, he fed off of and into Mr. McKenney's boundless, evil energy.<br />
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tl;dr Mr. Maggio is missed. Mr. Fickeisen is capable. <br />
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Former Lining Wide The Walls hides a melody in the final 40 seconds of the song that is worth the price of admission, upstaged by Mr. Fickeisen's delirious drum fills. The first two+ minutes is a thing I'd like to hear played at half time just to figure out how the hell they do it so precisely.<br />
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Seeing <u>Blissfucker</u> as a statement is seductive. Mr. McKenney abandons the "Day [NUMBER]:" portion of song titles, it's been three years since the last one, It's one and one half as long (roughly) as the previous record, there's maybe solos, and there's verbiage in the press release to support the theory. I'll agree, to a point. Less a statement than a reminder?<br />
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I know two things: I know <u>Blissfucker</u> isn't what I expected and I know I like it. <u>Blissfucker</u> is the full metal record that they've been threatening to write since The Iconflict. <u>Blissfucker</u> is what we believed and hoped they had in them.<br />
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<i>Former Lining Wide The Walls, this time around. I've described it before, but just wait for that glorious, glorious swing.</i><br />
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