No, I wasn’t at the NY Comic Con

People have been asking me whether I was in attendance. No. Originally I had no plans to go because I was going to be driving up to Cheektowaga this weekend to bowl in the PBA Pro/Am with Ariel and my brother, Wally, and his kids. But blowing out my right knee made that inadvisable. So I could have gone, but I figured either it was going to be incredibly underattended or incredibly overcrowded. I was pretty sure it was going to be one of those two extremes, and I wasn’t wild about facing either one. So I skipped it. From what I hear, it was the latter.

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Stuff I’m doing at the moment

At the moment, I’ve got “The Fugitive” on so I can watch Andreas Katsulas in one of his more memorable non-G’Kar roles as the One-Armed Man. Meantime I’m rereading old issues of “The Champions” to refamiliarize myself with that team in order to write a one-shot Hulk vs. the Champions story for an upcoming Hulk annual. Meanwhile I’m working out by hand (because that’s how I always work on novel plots) a revised ending for my “Battlestar Galactica” novel since what I had was too similar to some recent episodes (the episode short descriptions I had for the rest of the season didn’t include several key plot points that overlapped). Furthermore I’m doing knee-flex exercises to help heal my blown-out right knee that I did some dámņëd thing to while I was bowling a few weeks back.

Coming out soon on DVD, speaking of bowling: “The League of Ordinary Gentlemen,” a marvelous documentary about several key members of the Pro Bowling Association. Distributed by Magnolia Pictures and definitely worth watching.

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ST:MIA in stores Now!

The Wife Speaks
Well I saw a couple of copies at my local Barnes and Noble so I will take that as a sign that the book has been released. Which is great since I read this as he was writing it and had to hold my tongue all this time. So there maybe spoilers in the comments section and I am warning you before hand that they are there.

So what did you thing of it?

An excellent subject for wire tapping

I’m hoping that the Department of Homeland Security is tapping the phones of one G. W. Bush. Because it appears that he’s in cahoots with a company, individuals or country that helped siphon money to the 9/11 hijackers, and is now endeavoring to take charge of half a dozen major ports–the most security-vulnerable means of entry into the country we have. And frankly, if someone is getting calls from people who may have assisted Al Qaeda, I want to know about it and know what they’re saying.

(Considering that even the most avid Bush supporters in Congress are lining up against this, it’s interesting to see that he has truly, finally become the uniter he claimed he was.)

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Farpoint Winding down

Farpoint convention is in the process of winding down. Overall a good, if apparently underattended convention. As usual it had a family atmosphere and everyone had a good time.

Fairly good success at the masquerade last night A technical miscue started the music too early on Kathleen’s “mugato” costume, telegraphing the end gag when Caroline comes running out dressed as “Boo” and starts chasing the giant monster. But we had another sketch going as well, and that’s the one that everyone was talking about. Called “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Kal-El Kent,” the gag was simple: Four people in costumes evocative of the “Peanuts” Halloween special, ostensibly Lois, Lana, Clark and Lex discussing their Halloween swag. Lois got a 3 Musketeers bar, Lana got a bag of chips (as in “all that and a…”), and Clark naturally got a Clark bar. They turn to that bald, round-headed kid, Lex, and ask what he got. In a sulking voice, he says, “I got a rock,” and produces a green glowing rock–and Clark promptly collapses like a bag of cement. Black out, end of sketch.

Rotsler’s rules of masquerade: Short is better than long, funny is better than not funny, short and funny is best. The Mugato gag wound up getting most humorous, and Kal-El got best presentation. So everyone was satisfied.

Didn’t really have a chance to see any of the guests, although the only one who really interested me (aside from my writer friends) was Harv Bennett. Saw a fan-made film called Star Wars Revelations. Thought they managed to capture both the visual look and the archly bad acting of a Lucasfilm (not sure if they were aiming for that second part.) Was so tired that I actually dozed through parts, so maybe I wasn’t at my best in terms of viewing it.

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The new newspaper of record: The Daily Illini

While the New York Times and most other papers in the United States refuse to run the cartoons that have inflamed radical Muslims–and I say “radical” because I’d like to think that the majority of Muslims would actually, y’know, follow the Prophet’s teaching and react to criticism with patience rather than violence–the University of Illinois student newspaper, “The Daily Illini,” ran an assortment of them.

And why not? A dozen pictures that would have been here today, gone tomorrow if radicals hadn’t made them a cause celebre have become a major news item. So the newspaper ran some of them.

The result? Angry protests from students and the newspaper editor has been relieved of duty. World reaction in microcosm.

The most laughable reaction is the Iranian newspaper that wants to run cartoons lampooning the Holocaust. This despite the fact that the cartoons ran in Denmark and had nothing to do with Jews, Israel, or the Holocaust. Perhaps it’s because a contest for cartoons lampooning Danish pastries doesn’t seem ripe for humor. Or perhaps Muslims have yet to encounter a problem that they can’t blame on the Jews. Most likely they consider cartoons attacking Jews to be “payback.” As far as Jews are concerned, Muslims lambasting Jews isn’t called “payback.” It’s called “SOP.”

There is nothing–I repeat, nothing–that some Iranian newspaper can run that’s going to get the average Jew to do anything other than roll his eyes and say, “Yeah, whatever.” We’re sure not going to start burning down Iranian restaurants or embassies over it.

This entire business has been revelatory. It underscores the complete Muslim disconnect between their own actions and others. Anti-semitism, anti-Americanism, insults and lambasting of others based upon race, color and creed is completely ingrained into their culture. But at the same time they demand complete respect for their beliefs from others who DO NOT SHARE THEM. They demand from others what they would not even remotely consider dispensing themselves.

And it underscores the complete chickenshit nature of governments here and abroad who seem far more eager to condemn the publishers of the cartoons than the overreactions to them. “How can someone provoke the Muslims?” people wonder. I wonder how people can NOT provoke them, or at least provoke their extremist factions who are determined to sell the idea that the world is out to get them. (Then again, if Christians can try to claim that they’re under attack in the ninety-percent Christian United States, I suppose anything is possible.)

Governments are trying to sell the notion that we must all be careful to be sensitive to the religious beliefs of others. Which is nonsense. Cartoons trashing Jews are standard in newspapers throughout the Arab world and I don’t see the U.N. making a stink about it. No, the truth is that various governments want to show respect for Muslim beliefs in the same way that one shows respect for a test tube of nitro glycerin: You don’t REALLY give a dámņ about its preachings. You just want to make sure not to shake it up so it doesn’t go off.

If the answer to free speech is more free speech, then apparently the answer to intolerance is more intolerance. Don’t say to the Arab world, “It’s a dámņëd cartoon, get a grip. And if you don’t like it, then how about cleaning up your own house by eliminating the practices that cause the world to see you as a bunch of dangerous, violent psychos, drowning out the teachings of peace and tolerance that your Prophet puts forward.” Say instead to everyone else, “Don’t get the Muslims upset because they’ll blow you up.”

What the hëll is it with extremists anyway that they use historical figures who preached the ways of peace to justify the ways of war?

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Rabbit Season! Dick Season! Rabbit Season!

After years of a political landscape that considered it open season on Democrats, apparently things have taken a lethal and possibly fatal turn.

As the White House attempts to claim that they intentionally waited for a public citizen to report the story to the press–as convincing an argument as Pee Wee Herman announcing that he “meant to” take a header over his bike handlebars–Harry Whittington is (let’s face it) fighting for his life as pellets are apparently making a bee-line for his ticker.

Here’s what I don’t get:

Today’s newspaper ran a picture of Cheney from an earlier quail hunting incident. As one would expect, the rifle was tilted at what appeared to be an angle of about, oh, fifty degrees or so, as Cheney prepared to blow helpless birds out of the sky with his WMD–weapon of mass defowling.

Now the reports claim that Whittington wandered “into the line of fire.” Which I would believe if Cheney were trying to kill, say, Bambi’s mother. But he was trying to kill birds that were–unless I missed something–in flight.

I fully admit I’ve never hunted, but how the hëll does one step “into the line of fire” of a gun elevated at fifty degrees toward the sky? I don’t know how close Whittington was standing, but if he was at point blank range he’d probably be dead, and if he was any distance, he’d have to be ten feet tall. I just don’t get it.

It should be interesting if, in addition to stonewalling Congress whenever investigations are launched, the White House attempts to stonewall the Texas sheriff.

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