I Thought it Was Supposed to be 'Clucky', Not 'Woofy?'

So, the other day I'm on FaceBook and I notice that several peoples and friends have written on my buddy Jambo's plank. Um, wall. (I use Pirate language. There is no other way to live.)
WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHY SHOULD I CARE?!?!

I still don't know the answer to any of those questions, but what made me curious was that most of them were writing things like 'Congratulations!' or 'I'm so happy for you!'
Which made me wonder if said fairly new weds were perhaps knocked up?

I do try not to think about them doing it, I really try. If indeed there was a bouncing baby blight on the way though, I figured I should write something too. People seem to expect that. (Congratulations! You found out the secret to procreation! Humankind owes it's existence to *you!*)

Train Spotting AKA The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Today I'm writing about this article on a boy that got hit by a train.

footage-released-of-boy-being-hit-by-train Via NineMSN 15:30 AEST Fri Aug 26 2011

When I first read that title I was like, 'no way are they going to show some kid getting killed!' Of course, they didn't. The lucky ass kid survived. I hope he didn't lose too many brain cells because frankly, he needs them.
Obviously I'm not sitting in my chair gleefully rubbing my hands together at the prospect of people getting hit by trains, but at the risk of 'victim blaming' I'm still going to say that if you run over train tracks, you're kind of asking for it.

So Sexy It Huuurts...

Okay, I have a very dirty mind. I had to put one of my friends on the 'show less' pile - lovely friend but I really needed to see other updates apart from hers - so I go off to check what she's been up to. She's a fan of a FaceBook group named 'A parents sex life' (sic)

I have nothing against this site. It could very well be the first page I've seen in a buttload's time that isn't filled with spam or those annoying 'here's another page you should like. Like, like for a like?' Damn, I hate those. So I'm looking at the wall and I see.. NAUGHTY MAD-LIBS!!!

Only problem is, everyone else who is posting is being too shy to say what they really think. I'm brave enough to do it though.

Kitty, Kitty, Quite Contrary... Where did your ears go?

There is more to being Catwoman than having cat ears. That said, you do kind of expect it. Otherwise, why not call yourself Burglar Woman? Thief Girl? Theft Lady? Selina Kyle is a cat person, owning enough to prompt a change of name to CatLady as well as donating to and acting on their best interests let alone dressing like a cat.
Then of course she IS a cat burglar.

When I decided to grace the world with my presence this fine morning, I was confronted with an uproar about Catwoman's apparent lack of ears. Alrighty then. There's always so much drama about the female stars in these movies. Firstly everyone whined that Anne Hathaway surely could NOT be playing teh Catwomans! People wondered if she would be sexy enough. Now it's all about the ears.

Suicide Squad Madness

I'm in a totally Harley Quinn mood right now - I just finished framing all of my photos and unique artwork of her. That's not too bad, considering my hectic schedule of.... of..... huh. I'll get back to you on that.
Anyway, I won't get the next Arkham City until tomorrow, Sirens won't be out for a bit and I've just read Batman: Streets of Gotham/House of Hush (.. boy, try saying that a few times fast) which featured a few references to Harley, namely her hair colour.

Oh, I enjoyed the Jenny Duffy story a lot but for someone who has the appearance of awesomeness, she sure rags on Harley a lot. I mean, really? You're an Alice in Wonderland knock off, dearie. This graphic novel is still in the Gotham City Sirens time frame because Selina is having sleeping troubles. Namely when Harley Quinn tries to kill her. Turns out she's sleepwalking. Kind of. Bedbugs!!

Ick! 'Don't blame my kitties!' Selina mews. 'It's probably her hyenas!'
I'm sure her hyenas ate the damn cats like they did the dogs. Typical cat people and their weird priorities. Not the hyenas? Try a new villain named Bedbug! .....Eew... Still, could have taken a leaf out of Bat-mite's book name-wise. Be grateful.

Facebook 30 Days of Confessions

Day 1; Your biggest fear.
People pawing through my stuff after I pass away and thinking 'what was this girl's damage? Look at all this crap!!' Which is a long version of saying I'm afraid of being completely misunderstood, I guess.

Day 2; Worst nightmare.
Well, I have a lot of random nightmares. One that sticks out and left me shaking when I woke up was one where I was lost in a bazaar filled with horrible torture devices and disgusting objects that no one else seemed to notice. I came across someone I knew vaguely, and when their friend said something about us I went to go pat them on the back as an apology and they were paper thin. I felt like I could destroy them without even trying or meaning to. I probably should have listened to that dream as it turned out to be quite predictive. 
 
Day 3; Something you wish you could forget.
My past failures. It would be nice to forget them, but you do learn so much from them as well so it's important to remember the lesson more than the actual failure.

Day 4; Best dream.
If only it were that simple. I do not dream. I watch sagas unfold while I sleep.

Gotham City Sirens #25

                                                  A Sister's Betrayal!/FRIENDS part three

After what seemed like a year, my partner and I went comic shopping. I was hoping to pick up the next Arkham City but apparently that's been postponed another week or so. How does that keep happening? Is the Arkham City comic licenced by DC Direct? Oh well, at least I got the latest Sirens.

Now I'd seen the cover before I bought the issue, but a few things bothered me about it. I mean, it makes enough sense - Harley and Ivy wanting revenge on Catwoman. Although, the words 'sister's betrayal' and the fact that one of Catwoman's eyes look like her sister Maggie's when she got all church demon-crazy made me think that they were going to tie Maggie all up in this somehow.

That said, it's a great cover. Harley Quinn being the more obvious threat, wielding her spike and nail riddled hammer and Ivy lurking in the bushes. (fancy that) Catwoman is a bit stuck and I'm stuck wondering how low they're going to have her zipper until they finally answer the question of if she's wearing a bra or not. Of course, her breasts are far less dangerous than they were in the purple painted on spandex era but that doesn't make this question any less relevant.

Batman: Arkham City #3

Choosing Sides

Awesome, visually appealing cover. The tear stained mascara seems to be a hot thing for Harley Quinn now but hey, at least she makes it work. The black dye of one of her pigtails looks chlorine pool green, but I can over look that.

So the comic opens on a security van zooming through the streets of Arkham City before the grand opening. Or is that closing? Anyway, random thug provides some commentary from the street corners and I think to myself, damn it, Batman, get a job!

Well, apparently he's looking for one and both the Joker and Penguin are offering! The Joker-coaster from the game trailer is explained here as a sort of informal interview. Where Joker gets the time and tools required to make all these themed death traps is beyond me. Moving on. Bat-thug makes an excellent leap of faith and find out that the second interview is a little more personal.

Little Miss Springfield

Today's hot topic - child beauty pageants.

There may be some that will disagree with me on this but I can't help but think that any kind of beauty pageant is an oxymoron, let alone moronic.

With the kids ones, I really do find it pretty sad. I hate seeing little kids on the street, at a birthday party or at dinner just whipping out their iPods, iPhones, DS and PSP or what have you and no one looks twice. It's not the kid's fault, they are the result of the super techno information generation after all.

It's just that when I was growing up, we had to look after what we got because if we broke our Super Nintendo, if the GameBoy went bust, you know, that was it. Maybe if we were lucky we might get a new one. If we were responsible, we could get our own mobile phone when we were old enough.

Now it's a bit like.. well, why look after your phone? It'll be obsolete in a few months anyway and you'll HAVE to get an upgrade so who cares? Instead of waiting until Christmas for a few new games, people will buy these youngsters all the games they want for any special occasion.