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Who are the Gang of Four? And what are their plans for humanity?
Dec. 8th, 2005
Who are the Gang of Four? And what are their plans for humanity?
Super Fiction
Dec. 8th, 2005 01:15 pmLong, long ago. In a far off place called college I was very briefly part of a writing collective called Superguy. Superguy was basically a mailing list of super-hero themed fiction. And what I wrote for it tended to be very, very bad. But despite that its one of my favorite memories from that time...
My own storylines would peter out as I'd stop writing. Frustrated by my inability to get the words to say what I wanted. But I'll ocassionly break thru my own laziness to try and rework some of it. I've already posted my reworking of SMURF!, one of the first things I tried to do. This next bit is the intro for one of the characters for my team story.
( Intro - Color Clash )
My own storylines would peter out as I'd stop writing. Frustrated by my inability to get the words to say what I wanted. But I'll ocassionly break thru my own laziness to try and rework some of it. I've already posted my reworking of SMURF!, one of the first things I tried to do. This next bit is the intro for one of the characters for my team story.
( Intro - Color Clash )
Preach on...
Dec. 8th, 2005 02:43 pmFrom Drinkatwork
Hey, remember the classic Rankin-Bass cartoon where a cabal of religious fanatics, shifty politicians, progressive zealots and slimy lawyers almost ruined Christmas by using it as fuel for an idealogical war? No? That's because nobody fucking made that special, and frankly, I don't feel like living it now.
Look, I used to believe in Santa Claus AND Jesus. If I don't anymore, so what? You know what's common between all of the holidays that are celebrated around this time? Ideas like good will, hope, giving, humor, love, fellowship, family, joy and honesty. All the stuff we're supposed to pay attention to all year round, but forget until it gets cold as balls outside and you realize you can buy a DVD player for a dollar. Does it really fucking matter if I say "Merry Christmas" to a Muslim graphic designer or "Season's Greetings" to a Baptist hunter? Do you really think I'm saying, "Hey, go fuck yourself, this holiday belongs to my people." Maybe, just maybe, I'm trying to be nice for one goddamn minute and maybe you should take the fucking compliment. Do we need Dennis Hastert making sure everyone calls the tree at the White House by it's Christian name? Is that what we're paying him for? Do we really think that Judge Alito will be a great Supreme Court Justice because he wants to "save Christmas"? From what? Santa? According to The Year without a Santa Claus and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Kringle's the only one I remember trying to shut down the holiday. And even if I'm a member of the ACLU and an atheist and ran screaming away from Alabama, do I still need progressives working overtime to get nativities out of my view?
For the love of Tom Skerritt, please stop! All of you. Drop your case, burn your speeches and dig that coat you never wear out of your closet and give it to someone who needs it. Call your mother and tell her what kind of dessert you're bringing to the family dinner. Go outside simply because it's cold and watch your breath. Talk to someone you would normally ignore just because you feel giddy. Watch cartoons with your kids and tell them about how you used to watch the same ones with your older brother before you stopped talking to each other...and then go call him. Go to the holiday celebration of a friend from a different faith. Do something that you can look back on and feel good about.
December is such a bizarre mish-mesh of religious ceremonies, pagan rituals and seasonal necessities anyway, is there any reason to get into such a snit over other people not celebrating it like you, or celebrating it too much or not celebrating it at all? I don't like the commercialism of this season either, but I don't like American overconsumption year-round so I'm not going to pin it on any one holiday. And Christians, I'm sorry, but you don't own Christmas anymore, even if you did name it after your boy. It's freeware now, so get over it.
So come this Christmas I'll be eating razzle-berry dressing, playing with my nieces, watching stop-motion characters overcome holiday hurdles and drinking with my husband, my brothers and good friends. I may even pause a moment to think, "You know, fuck it, that Jesus story is a good one with a good message. Still, I wish it would be cool for me to have a bris for my kid one day. That's a nice ceremony aside from the actual circumcision part of it."
Of course, all of this leads me to giggle, just a little, over the holiday cards I designed for the hunting and fishing magazine that employs me. Inside they read, "Season's Greetings." Ha! Bring it on, Bubba!
Happy freakin' holidays, you bastards.
Hey, remember the classic Rankin-Bass cartoon where a cabal of religious fanatics, shifty politicians, progressive zealots and slimy lawyers almost ruined Christmas by using it as fuel for an idealogical war? No? That's because nobody fucking made that special, and frankly, I don't feel like living it now.
Look, I used to believe in Santa Claus AND Jesus. If I don't anymore, so what? You know what's common between all of the holidays that are celebrated around this time? Ideas like good will, hope, giving, humor, love, fellowship, family, joy and honesty. All the stuff we're supposed to pay attention to all year round, but forget until it gets cold as balls outside and you realize you can buy a DVD player for a dollar. Does it really fucking matter if I say "Merry Christmas" to a Muslim graphic designer or "Season's Greetings" to a Baptist hunter? Do you really think I'm saying, "Hey, go fuck yourself, this holiday belongs to my people." Maybe, just maybe, I'm trying to be nice for one goddamn minute and maybe you should take the fucking compliment. Do we need Dennis Hastert making sure everyone calls the tree at the White House by it's Christian name? Is that what we're paying him for? Do we really think that Judge Alito will be a great Supreme Court Justice because he wants to "save Christmas"? From what? Santa? According to The Year without a Santa Claus and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Kringle's the only one I remember trying to shut down the holiday. And even if I'm a member of the ACLU and an atheist and ran screaming away from Alabama, do I still need progressives working overtime to get nativities out of my view?
For the love of Tom Skerritt, please stop! All of you. Drop your case, burn your speeches and dig that coat you never wear out of your closet and give it to someone who needs it. Call your mother and tell her what kind of dessert you're bringing to the family dinner. Go outside simply because it's cold and watch your breath. Talk to someone you would normally ignore just because you feel giddy. Watch cartoons with your kids and tell them about how you used to watch the same ones with your older brother before you stopped talking to each other...and then go call him. Go to the holiday celebration of a friend from a different faith. Do something that you can look back on and feel good about.
December is such a bizarre mish-mesh of religious ceremonies, pagan rituals and seasonal necessities anyway, is there any reason to get into such a snit over other people not celebrating it like you, or celebrating it too much or not celebrating it at all? I don't like the commercialism of this season either, but I don't like American overconsumption year-round so I'm not going to pin it on any one holiday. And Christians, I'm sorry, but you don't own Christmas anymore, even if you did name it after your boy. It's freeware now, so get over it.
So come this Christmas I'll be eating razzle-berry dressing, playing with my nieces, watching stop-motion characters overcome holiday hurdles and drinking with my husband, my brothers and good friends. I may even pause a moment to think, "You know, fuck it, that Jesus story is a good one with a good message. Still, I wish it would be cool for me to have a bris for my kid one day. That's a nice ceremony aside from the actual circumcision part of it."
Of course, all of this leads me to giggle, just a little, over the holiday cards I designed for the hunting and fishing magazine that employs me. Inside they read, "Season's Greetings." Ha! Bring it on, Bubba!
Happy freakin' holidays, you bastards.