Q. Why do you like Storm?
I love her moral center and certainty — she knows injustice when she sees it and can turn on that righteous rage when dealing with it, and that provides a ton of visceral fun to indulge in as a reader and a writer. At the same time, we're doing our best to toss her complicated problems wherein the moral center can be very hard to find. It's always great to put your hero into the kinds of trouble that can exploit his or her greatest strengths, so it's been a blast writing her as she fights to find her way under those circumstances.
Q. There aren't a lot of black female superheroes, in fact given that Vixen is long missing from DC Storm is it. Do you feel a sense of responsibility to get her right? How does that impact your writing?
You bet. I feel a huge amount of responsibility with this book. But I don't know that I'd phrase it as a feeling that I have to "get her right." All of these classic characters can be written many different ways — that flexibility is one of the reasons the iconic superhero characters have survived and thrived for decades. I don't believe there's any one objectively "right" way to handle any character — they're strong and amazing enough to be explored from multiple angles and in multiple ways.
That being said, at this moment in time, I do think there's a great opportunity to explore Storm not just as a mutant, but specifically a woman and a woman of color. So I'm thinking a lot about what everyday life has been for her throughout her life and how it affects her world-view, and I'm working hard to explore that in very big and very subtle ways.
I was sadly underwhelmed by this issue. A comic that examines how being "a woman and a woman of color" affects her world-view and makes her different from other superheroes is something I would be all about, but I don't think it turns out well.
( But hey, make up your own minds )
Writer: Greg Pak
Artist: Victor Ibáñez
I have to write something just to get the cemetery post off the top of my blog. I visited the cemetery four days ago which is like a hundred years ago really Siri what is time?
How freaky is this world? Has it always been this bad or do we just have the technology to keep up to speed with how bad it actually is? It's freaking me out but I went shopping anyway and unfortunately for Rocco, they were all out of pooface.
When I got to the checkout the lady beeped my stuff and Dave told me there was $120 in the savings account and $90 in the cheque account so I asked her to do a split payment but I have one of those new "wave" cards so money just got automatically deducted and I didn't know from which account and the people behind me in the checkout got the shits! And I only do words, not numbers! The lady had to CLOSE THE CHECKOUT while I rang Dave, freaking, to transfer money over online because how much is in what account hon WHUT and I was so, so embarrassed. But the checkout lady welcomed closing her aisle and told me she can't do maths either but her niece does, her niece is doing her PHD to become a professor and I said well, the world needs brainy people like her niece to make up for dumbarse people like me and we both laughed and she left to go on her tea break early and thanked ME.
Dave asked for lamb shanks but ever since my butcher Norm told me they were SHEEPS KNEES I cannot eat them so I made a whole roast leg instead and the house smelt like lamb roast instead of stinky boy.
And then I started a family tradition of watching a funny video clip at the end of dinner. It'll probably last for about three more days but hey, it was a great tradition while it lasted.
I made the boys watch both versions of Tight Pants with Jimmy Fallon. Reannon got me on to Tight Pants and I'm forever grateful. I walk down the street singing Tight Pants in my head it makes walking down the street so much easier.
So then we all watched an entire series of hilarious videos culminating in Rocco demanding to watch the film clip of Cotton Eye Joe while we cleaned up and then this happened.
To think, all these years I thought it was Governor Joe!
Today I opened my eyes and was all oh for gods sake ANOTHER day? We just had one of those yesterday why do they keep coming? I married an early riser. Dave's whistling and getting ready for work without a care in the world even though he does have many cares in the world and I said from underneath the doona "Hon I hate mornings." And he's all OOOHHHHHH EDIE TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW and ran over to tickle my feet.
I got up and looked at the veggie garden and thought to myself, one of these days I am going to weed that fucker and start again.
Today is not that day parsley anyone?
That reminds me I REALLY need to trim my pubes.
I waited for my coffee to pour from the shity machine I bought and put next to Daves ridiculously expensive machine. Give me lazy pods or give me death.
Then I drove Rocco to school and as I walked him in a sickening feeling came over me. It's book week fancy dress day?
"Um, Rocco, it's book week fancy dress day?"
We were surrounded by pirates and princesses and wild things and dinosaurs and Rocco's standing there in his school uniform, looking up at me.
"It's ok mum I didn't want to get dressed up."
I felt sick, knelt down to look him in the eye, told him we can go straight back home right now and get a costume, we can! And I didn't get a note about this?
"Oh I didn't give you the note mum. I don't want to get dressed up, I just don't."
And he really didn't but still I worried because I know how contrary he is and what if as soon as he sees all of his friends dressed up he wants to be dressed up too WHY IS PARENTING SUCH A MINEFIELD.
I walk him right into his class, his colourful class of book characters. He felt hesitant but then we saw like three other kids sitting on the floor with their school uniform on. I was so relieved and his teacher looked up to greet him and she was dressed up too and you know what she said?
"Oh here's Rocco, another Muggle! Come and sit down please."
Another Muggle. I walked out of school crying at her kindness and care and he's a Muggle. Rocco went to school dressed as a Muggle today and everything's going to be ok.
Sin-based spirit foxes can be so mean sometimes.
The Kickstarter for printed copies of volume four is now up! Only 6 days left to nab the newest book, and any of the older ones, with free exclusive extras!
Every book order comes with set of recipe cards written by the characters- we’re up to three cards now, can we unlock the rest?
I have thoughts for posts on the most recent Godzilla movie (47 years late Godzilla finally makes it to San Francisco), The Croods (it's all fun and games when you're kidnapping people and plotting your mother in law's demise), Spore (this game you made, it doesn't appear to know what sort of game it is), and definitely want to get back to Edith and Ben, Snarky Twilight, .hack and Deus Ex, some Left Behind and Narnia stuff, and of course The Princess Story.
It's just that actually doing it never seems to happen. Hopefully this will change soon.
Also, good news, they x-rayed my foot from three different angles and concluded that it's no worse than I already knew (it hurts, but is otherwise undamaged, the pain should go away with time.)
Oh, and remember when I needed beta readers in a huge hurry? Going to need them again more or less nowish, but I have to write (or rather rewrite/expand) the thing before anyone can read it. It's the same thing, others agreed with the general sentiment that there was too much unexplained. I have to work out how to do exposition without making it feel like exposition. I'm thinking cheeseburgers might be the solution.
But I need it in the next few days because computer problems (remember those?) delayed me getting the information and then procrastination (my constant companion) further put off writing more until now when I'm a few days from being out of time. Which is where things currently stand.
• “I’m frightened all the time …” This is brilliant and hilarious and very well done.
• William Wallace II, meet “Thucydides”:
Arizona state schools Superintendent John Huppenthal, has been leaving a whole bunch of anonymous wingnut comments on blogs; and lots of them have been about what a great job Arizona state schools Superintendent John Huppenthal has been doing. Oh, and also stuff about how people on welfare are ‘lazy pigs,’ Franklin Roosevelt caused the Great Depression and helped bring Hitler to power, and Margaret Sanger personally aborted 16 million black babies. Among other things.
Sounds like Huppenthal could have a bright future at Mars Hill Church.
• No, Missouri Highway Patrol Captain Ron Johnson is not a gang member. But Reformed Pastor John Piper is hardcore.
• Ted Alexandro has a good bit about becoming a godfather and having to renew his baptismal vows:
They start firing questions at you: “Do you reject Satan?”
“And all his works?”
“Uh … I’m not familiar with all his works. But I’m not a fan.”
Familiarity with all of the devil’s back catalog is no longer an issue in the Church of England baptism liturgy. They’ve ditched the name-checking of Satan for more general vow to “turn away from sin” and “reject evil.”
• The EEOC and the Obama administration offered clearer, stronger guidelines last month protecting pregnant workers from discrimination on the job, discrimination in hiring, and discrimination when they return after a pregnancy.
Every single principled and consistent “pro-life” organization and spokesperson praised the administration and the EEOC for this move because, after all, they really believe what they say they believe. I mean, if those groups never spoke up to support the actual concerns of actual pregnant mothers, that would make it seem like they’re just a bunch of cynical partisan puppets masking misogyny with moralism, and obviously that’s not the case.
• Dave Grohl wins the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. By a lot.
• When young-Earth creationist Ken Ham rejects the reality of deep time, he likes to snort, “Were you there?” Here’s Rachel Sussman joining Joe Hanson for a look at many of the amazing creatures that could answer, “Yes, in fact, I was there 9,000 years ago. …”
(Note to visitors: I am not American and this is not an American blog. Please check your cultural assumptions!)
How many of these fundamental principles of policing (emphases mine) are the police in Ferguson still following, either in practice or even just to the extent of paying lip service?
To prevent crime and disorder, as an alternative to their repression by military force and severity of legal punishment.
To recognise always that the power of the police to fulfil their functions and duties is dependent on public approval of their existence, actions and behaviour, and on their ability to secure and maintain public respect.
To recognise always that to secure and maintain the respect and approval of the public means also the securing of the willing co-operation of the public in the task of securing observance of laws.
To recognise always that the extent to which the co-operation of the public can be secured diminishes proportionately the necessity of the use of physical force and compulsion for achieving police objectives.
To seek and preserve public favour, not by pandering to public opinion, but by constantly demonstrating absolutely impartial service to law, in complete independence of policy, and without regard to the justice or injustice of the substance of individual laws, by ready offering of individual service and friendship to all members of the public without regard to their wealth or social standing, by ready exercise of courtesy and friendly good humour, and by ready offering of individual sacrifice in protecting and preserving life.
To use physical force only when the exercise of persuasion, advice and warning is found to be insufficient to obtain public co-operation to an extent necessary to secure observance of law or to restore order, and to use only the minimum degree of physical force which is necessary on any particular occasion for achieving a police objective.
To maintain at all times a relationship with the public that gives reality to the historic tradition that the police are the public and that the public are the police, the police being only members of the public who are paid to give full-time attention to duties which are incumbent on every citizen in the interests of community welfare and existence.
To recognise always the need for strict adherence to police-executive functions, and to refrain from even seeming to usurp the powers of the judiciary of avenging individuals or the State, and of authoritatively judging guilt and punishing the guilty.
To recognise always that the test of police efficiency is the absence of crime and disorder, and not the visible evidence of police action in dealing with them*.
It seems to me that if they’re not committed to the Peelian principles, then they’re not a police force: they’re something else. And the mind-set of a gendarme is not the mind-set of a police officer; it’s the mind-set of a soldier at war.
(Footnote: Yes, I am aware of the role of racism in determining the unadmitted objectives of American policing, and I believe I know what current events in Ferguson are really about (warning: dark humor alert). But what’s sauce for the goose is also sauce for the gander and even if you’re not a member of one of the cultures on the receiving end of the jackboot today, the fact that the jackboot exists means that it may be used against you in future. Beware of complacency and apathy; even if you think you are protected by privilege, nobody is immune. See also Martin Niemoller.)
If you know the song, great! Otherwise this probably isn’t going to make a whole lot of sense to you. Which is okay. Not everything needs to make sense all the time.
Hey everyone! Just a quick note to let you know that I’ll be appearing as a guest at Intervention 5 this weekend in Rockville, MD. It runs Friday through Sunday. Come say hi! I’m going to be on a bunch of panels, so come to those too.
After some time, you learn the subtle difference between
holding a hand
and imprisoning a soul;
You learn that love does not equal sex,
and that company does not equal security,
and you start to learn….
That kisses are not contracts and gifts are not promises,
and you start to accept defeat with the head up high
and open eyes,
and you learn to build all roads on today,
because the terrain of tomorrow is too insecure for plans…
and the future has its own way of falling apart in half.
And you learn that if it’s too much
even the warmth of the sun can burn.
So you plant your own garden and embellish your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring flowers to you.
And you learn that you can actually bear hardship,
that you are actually strong,
and you are actually worthy,
and you learn and learn…and so every day.
Over time you learn that being with someone
because they offer you a good future,
means that sooner or later you’ll want to return to your past.
Over time you comprehend that only who is capable
of loving you with your flaws, with no intention of changing you
can bring you all happiness.
Over time you learn that if you are with a person
only to accompany your own solitude,
irremediably you’ll end up wishing not to see them again.
Over time you learn that real friends are few
and who does not fight for them, sooner or later,
will find himself surrounded only with false friendships.
Over time you learn that words spoken in moments of anger
continue hurting throughout a lifetime.
Over time you learn that anyone can apologize,
but forgiveness is an attribute solely of great souls.
Over time you comprehend that if you have hurt a friend harshly
it is very likely that your friendship will never be the same.
Over time you realize that despite being happy with your friends,
you cry for those you let go.
Over time you realize that every experience lived,
with each person, is unrepeatable.
Over time you realize that whoever humiliates
or scorns another human being, sooner or later
will suffer the same humiliations or scorn in tenfold.
Over time you learn to build your roads on today,
because the path of tomorrow doesn’t exist.
Over time you comprehend that rushing things or forcing them to happen
causes the finale to be different form expected.
Over time you realize that in fact the best was not the future,
but the moment you were living just that instant.
Over time you will see that even when you are happy with those around you,
you’ll yearn for those who walked away.
Over time you will learn to forgive or ask for forgiveness,
say you love, say you miss, say you need,
say you want to be friends, since before
a grave, it will no longer make sense.
But unfortunately, only over time…
Translation by: Blanca Zarsan
• Apparently the “Louisville Purge” in the news recently was a social-media-fueled hoax based on those Purge movies. The rumor said the Kentucky city would have a night of legal lawlessness and mayhem last weekend, and people were worried enough that some public events were cancelled.
For me, though, whenever I hear “Louisville Purge” I always think of Al Mohler’s fundie takeover at Southern Baptist Seminary and his ushering out all of the female, black and/or otherwise “liberal” faculty members.
• Benjamin Corey maybe lays it on a little thick here — “Be Not Deceived: There’s No Such Thing as a ‘Christian Banker’” — but words ought to be a little wild, etc. His point can’t be restated often enough: The allegedly “liberal” or “progressive” interpretation of the Bible advocated by gay-affirming Christians is nothing more than asking our fellow Christians to interpret a few passages about sexuality in the same way they are already interpreting more than a thousand passages about money. (If anything, our take on those allegedly anti-gay clobber-texts is more respectful and cautious than their take on any of the many passages about usury.)
• Wislawa Szymborska: “Nothingness unseamed itself for me too. / It turned itself wrong side out. …”
Szymborska is one of my favorite poets. But then I cannot read or understand Polish, so I suppose I should also say that Clare Cavanagh is one of my favorite poets.
• The Doctors of WHO say: “Improvements in breastfeeding could prevent the deaths of 800,000 young children every year. It is the most effective strategy we have to protect babies’ lives.”
Meanwhile, the director of the anti-abortion group Personhood Ohio is campaigning for a law making the public exposure of breasts a crime because exposed breasts are “an offense to God” and “an offense to the public morality.”
You read stuff like that and you might almost start to think that maybe these anti-abortion guys are actually more interested in policing female sexuality than in actually protecting “life” …
• A reminder: the Hobby Lobby ruling had to do with a federal statute, RFRA, which does not apply to state law. The Wisconsin Office of the Commissioner of Insurance is thus either stupidly mistaken or baldly lying when it said Hobby Lobby “supersedes state statute.” It doesn’t. It can’t.
• On the whole question of “allies” and “cookies” and folks who seem to need a pat on the head just for not doing the wrong thing, I like the approach by Adrienne K. at Native Appropriations. Her list of supporters/allies who have “spoken out against the [Washington football mascot]” includes several names marked by asterisks. This indicates “kinda weaksauce support, like ‘I’m on the side of doing what’s right’ or ‘I’d think about changing it,’ not necessarily explicit THE NAME IS RACIST kinda thing.”
What is a ship manifesto? It is a formatted style of meta that provides insight as to why someone might like a pairing, or why they believe others might like a pairing. Think of it as something like a case file. Both canon and fanon evidence as to why this ship has sailed.