1. I have (had, as we’ll see) three pop cultural Holy Grails - media objects that I remembered from my youth, but couldn’t remember the titles of. For many years, I couldn’t even prove they existed beyond my own hazy memories. Recently, I’ve been making a serious effort to find them.

    The first was a 90s fighting game with a hopping vampire character. I finally tracked it down, the game was Martial Champion, the hopping vampire was Titi (in the USA), and I finally had proof of the existence of this game I’d been trying to tell people about for at least a decade.

    The next one was a story I’d remembered reading about a man who was a Martian/possessed by a Martian who remembered when Mars was lush and green, and was angry and frustrated at both his inability to render all the million shades of green of Martian spring in his paintings, and at how humanity seemed hellbent on de-greening their own planet. I even remembered the title, “A Million Shades of Green.” but I could never find an author or even an acknowledgement it existed. The internet’s obsessive cataloging and indexing of everything has finally caught up to my memories and now I know it was one of J.O. Jeppson’s (pen name of Janet Asimov) “Pshrinks Anonymous” series of light science fiction stories, and was published in July 1981’s Asimov’s Science Fiction. Disappointingly, I think it’s one of the handful of 1981 issues I *don’t* own.

    The last one is still MIA. A man is trying to climb basement stairs with his teeth, the implication is he’s tied up or paralyzed or something. He remembers how it happened, thus telling us the story. He had invented an immortality serum, but his wife was cheating and finally wanted rid of him. She caught him at the top his basement stairs, and cut off his head with an axe. The man’s severed head was trying to climb back up to his body! Dunh dunh dunh! I feel like I have to be misremembering something, because you’d think a severed head climbing stairs with its teeth would a unique enough set of keywords for an internet search to turn it up. Not so. This is the oldest of the grails, and the one I haven’t even made the slightest of progress on. For some reason, I associate it with the middle school “weekly reader” type periodical we read in English class - the one that some plagiarist submitted the Garfield story, “Babes and Bullets” to, and embarrassed the editorial staff when they gave it an award and serialized it in their magazine.

    Anyone out there remember a story where a severed head (or maybe a de-limbed torso?) climbed some basement stairs?

     
  2. 14:14 21st Jul 2014

    Notes: 2010

    Reblogged from sarkos

    Tags: eat the richthey liveliving wage

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    (Source: paxamericana)

     
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    Happy 50th Birthday, Ryu!

    Happy 50th Birthday, Ryu!

     
  4. superdames:

    It’s the two-year anniversary of the Superdames blog!

    To celebrate, here’s a treasury of forgotten female heroes of yesteryear.

    (Click images for source info & credits.)

    I will always reblog Jill Trent, Science Sleuth.

     
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    meridahair:


thatswhatgeeksdo:

GUYS THIS IS WHY ALL THOSE PHOTOS OF DANIEL RADCLIFFE WITH TWELVE DOGS KEPT POPPING UP THEY WERE FILMING

I liked it better when it was just DanRad randomly smoking while walking a million dogs




More importantly, Daniel Radcliffe is 24, and Marisa Tomei is 49. This appears to be the rare movie where an older woman is involved with a much younger guy.

    meridahair:

    thatswhatgeeksdo:

    GUYS THIS IS WHY ALL THOSE PHOTOS OF DANIEL RADCLIFFE WITH TWELVE DOGS KEPT POPPING UP THEY WERE FILMING

    I liked it better when it was just DanRad randomly smoking while walking a million dogs

    More importantly, Daniel Radcliffe is 24, and Marisa Tomei is 49. This appears to be the rare movie where an older woman is involved with a much younger guy.

     
  6. Grunkle Stan appreciation post for patpandahat

     
  7. Yeah, seven on one seems to be fair odds.

     
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  9. choochoobear:

    rosalarian:

    Every time a guy tells me how unfortunate it is that I’m a lesbian because I’m so hot, I add another line to my epic slam poem entitled “I Don’t Care About Your Boner.” It’s a real thing, and when it gets long enough, I’ll perform it for you guys.

    It’s going to be a Homer-esque epic.

    Honestly, I think hot lesbians are the best kind.

     
  10. Darkseid loves a good sit in someone else’s chair.