X-Men: The Last Stand
My, my, it's been awhile. You've neglected us, I expect you're thinking, or, perhaps, What on Earth could have been so important you didn't have time to tell us about your favorite recipe for hummus -- nor have you told us the tale of the Parking Ticket. Alas, dear friends, I have no excuse. I've merely been busy.
I also don't have a favorite hummus recipe. Nor would I tell you about it if I did. That shit's boring.
In all honesty, I've been plotting. I've been trying to figure out what needs to happen to Popcorn Picnic to get people's attention. Oh, it's growing bit by bit, but considering I only get a few hundred readers a day (out of however many million available), I'm not yet satisfied. Don't get me wrong -- I love you few hundred, and you'll always be special to me. But I crave variety. I desire attention. I need love, however fleeting. I am, I'm afraid, a Web-slut, and you are my hos. I mean that in the best possible way.
With that in mind, if you go to the connections section of PP, you'll notice a coupla banners you can stick on your own sites. And if you have any other ideas you'd care to share, leave a comment here or drop 'em in my e-mailbox.
To business. X-Men 3 was terrible. I'd tell you not to see it, but you already have. Never have so many paid so much for so little. It took in $123 million over the weekend. What a piece of crap. I wonder how much it'll take in this coming weekend.
Who really thought Frasier would be a good substitute for Nightcrawler? Sigh.
The Da Vinci Code was, um, okay. I enjoyed it. It was hot out, and I wasn't totally bored. Plus, Audrey Tautou is just about the cutest woman on Earth. No one should be allowed to be that cute. Women like her make normal women go out and get themselves bulimia and breast implants, both of which I'm opposed to.
In other news, Popcorn Picnic is now available in print! Well, in a small section of western Massachusetts, anyway. So pick up a free copy of the monthly Local Buzz newspaper in Northampton or Springfield, and -- if you're an editor living somewhere else in the world -- let me know if you're interested in carrying PP. If you're not an editor, let one of 'em know you like the comic. You'll be helping out, 'cause they're busy people. They don't have time to research this stuff.
That's about it for now. Oh, except keep your eyes peeled for a new version of my Da Vinci Code review. I'd normally let sleeping conspiracies lie, but every once in awhile I'll think of a change I can't resist. This is one of those times.
:C
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Like I said before, I found you via the Webcomicker I enjoy your comic. Especially the Basic Instinct one. I'm trying (rather unsucessfully) to do a similar thing with records on my own comic, My Life in Records. I agree with what you said a while back about movie reviews and it applies to music reviews. Who cares what I think about Pink Floyd or Wilco? So, I'm trying to put some semblance of plot around the music I love.
Bear with me as I put some stuff about my favorite kiddie records and work out the kinks in my drawings.
I'm definitely putting a link to your site on my link section.
Yeah, I saw X3. Ouch. I actually did like the casting of Beast, though--not that they made much use of the character. Or any other character, for that matter.
If only they had been content with making one movie, instead of trying to squeeze two, maybe three movies into one movie's time, it might have had a chance.
The thing that Bryan Singer is capable of understanding -- which is impressive, considering he's clearly a geek -- is that there are things that work well in comic books that don't work well in movies, and that if you want to be faithful to the originality of a comic, you have to compensate a bit.
Brett Ratner (X3's director) does NOT understand this. Take the line, "Oh my stars and garters" as a perfect example. When the Beast spits out that mouthful in the comics it work just fine. REPEATEDLY, even. But as a line of actual, spoken dialogue? Um, yeah. Sorry, but no one would EVER say, "Oh my stars and garters." It just sounds stupid.
Go ahead; say it out loud. Now imagine you're driving down the highway and you've got one last second to say something before another car smashes into yours.
Sorry, but you're gonna want something a LOT shorter to say.
I don't think the problem was the fact that the line was used, so much as where it was used. It was placed in a high-tension scene, and didn't work at all there, I agree. Used in reference to something the character found *pleasantly* surprising, rather than horrifying, it would be just fine. A comical line for a comical situation.
Though as a general point, I agree completely.
eww. how can we be your ho's if you are the slut? i'm trying to reconcile that.
i didn't go see xmen and i won't.
i don't think even Mr. Giles would say, "oh my stars and garters" in real life or even in Buffy life and he's English.
meanwhile, although i loved seeing your strip in print, the color separation wasn't as lovely in the paper as it is on the neater'net.
watch out for the omen tomorrow on 6/6/06!
Ah. Yes. I was wondering if anyone would pick up on the logistical problem of me being a slut and you all being my hos. I considered the standard "I'm-the-pimp-and-you-are-my-hos" usage, but that didn't quite work. So I tried the slut-ho approach.
The real problem, of course, is that I'm too square to use the words "pimp," "slut" or "ho" in the first place. You can tell this by my attempt to figure out the logistics of using 'em.
Sigh.
i'd just like to weigh in on the debate about audrey tautou being the cutest woman on earth. full disclosure: i am bulemic and i have breast implants. however, neither of those choices were influenced by the doe eyes, strategically pursed lips or "real" french accent. no, it is lindsay lohan, the real cutest woman on earth, who dictates what we normal woman do.
wait, there is a debate about whether or not audrey tautou is the cutest? well, i guess i should "weigh" in as a chubby woman with natural breasts...i am driven to drink generally as a result of being depressed because she and Lindsay Lohan are so damn cute.
Oh, kikicecca. The sarcasm you so purposely inserted into your comment betrays the truth. You have a problem, and it's name is Lindsay Lohan.
I've held my tongue until now, but it's clear you need help. Please! Tear down the six-foot by six-foot blown-up posters. Throw away your autographed boxes of Lindsay Lohan cereal. And your record-setting collection of Lindsay Lohan plushes -- CHOKE! SOB!
Close the door of your Lohan shrine and lock it forever. Just walk away. You can do it.
You can do it.
Hey, shorthands. Lindsay Lohan? Way hotter when she was curvy. And 17. Oh, yeah...
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