Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!
It should surprise anyone that Community has slipped the word Beetlejuice into each season, because that show would. What happens in the top right corner on the third mention of his name, however, is masterful.
Man, show so good.
(via areasofmyexpertise)
Photos from a issue of Bon Appetit, an American magazine about common French toasts and sayings.
(It’s chief rival is ZUT)
Because I know you are interested, the turkey’s name is Virgil.
That is all.
Truly the stuff of nightmares.
Duncan Fegredo fill-in issue on Peter Milligan’s X-Force. This is for sale. Anyone have $600 they’d like to gift to me?
http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2011/07/grant_morrison.html
Written by a real life Person I Know! Grant Morrison is full of good ideas and colorful squiggles. Thumbs up, Bryan Hood!
Deserves no further introduction.
Me: OMG RYAN! He Man is on Netflix!
Ryan: Have you seen the What’s Going On video with He Man?
Me: No what’s that?
[four minutes later]
Me: That. Is. The. Best. Thing. EVER. I’m putting it on Tumblr right now.
(Source: youtube.com)
Icarus: Too High Ain’t High Enough
This evening, I thought about the story of Dedalus and Icarus. I was in the car on the way home from a day requiring great stiffness of the upper lip. On the radio Melissa Block was interviewing Laura Bush. This led my brain into frothing seas of dislike, especially as a woman who likely thinks evolution is a poor bit of science fiction discussed how important education reform is to her. This led the boat of reasoning into the eddies of perplexity (fuck you, I’m sticking with this metaphor). Why is it that people hate learning? What about our culture makes intelligence such a reviled trait? The waters were rushing against the sides of my boat in the sea of self-indulgent inner-monologing. This combined with something a friend had said at lunch: Odysseus was considered a craven, a serpentine reprobate due to his craft and guile. Achilles was considered the hero of heroes because he yelled and punched stuff good. Even in ancient Greece, the stories conspired against the clever.
We have finally reached the point at which my mind, all aflail, grasped onto the story of Dedalus and Icarus. In the story, Icarus is slaughtered by his own curiosity. He gets too close to the sun and SPLASH! GARGLE GARGLE! LEGS EATEN BY SHARK SOUND! Whoops, I guess his exploration and experimentation was a tragic mistake from which we can all learn a valuable moral lesson. So again, learning, exploring, expanding are all deemed dangerous and even laughably unwise: His wings were made of wax! That melts when it’s hot! The sun is hot! It’s so obvious!
So again, even the most ancient foundations of Western culture seem to have a bone to pick with science and learning. It is to be feared and left to those unstable enough to risk the lives of their sons.
I think Icarus’s story doesn’t end with blood, marine predators and paternal weeping. I think I’ll substitute a new version in which Icarus doesn’t just get too close to the sun; he reaches it. And finds a whole realm of possibility from there, each piece of the universe begging for his attention and brimming with knowledge for the winged phenom to peruse. Icarus’s bold flight doesn’t send him too high; instead he reaches an altitude that reminds him that there’s no such thing.
