Friday, November 5, 2010

Don't Stop Believin'...

It’s Friday…


I know some folks out there, Woody, think of Mr. Thomas as a bit hacky in his old school approach. For me and others like me who loved/love the Silver Age of DC, he is one of our favorite Marvel writers. He almost singlehandedly gave Marvel a Silver Age feel, and for that I thank you.


So last night during The Thursday Board Game Conglomerate we partook of the vastly underrated Games Workshop C-L-A-S-S-I-C game Cosmic Encounter (**** out of 5), it was a fantastic time. The game itself is pretty easy once you’ve played a round, but the sheer amount of haggling, negotiating, campaigning to gain allies or even enemies every round make the game fantastic. Maybe it’s just the group I played with, but the constant finger pointing, grandstanding, name calling, betrayals, and almost victories made this game an easy 4 stars for me. If you get a chance pick up a copy of it, you won’t be disappointed.

MST3K – ESCAPE 2000!

Believe it or not I’d never actually seen this episode. I regret that it remained neglected for so long because it’s damn funny.


So yesterday I wrote about Hank Pym needing somewhat of a makeover. I read a clip from the up-coming Ant-man & Wasp miniseries, in which Eric O’Grady, the new and completely slimy Ant-man teams up with Hank Pym in his new identity as The Wasp, an homage to his dead ex-wife. In that preview Hank has a list of things he’s going to do to improve his legacy, one of them is set up a series of woman’s shelters and care centers nation wide. This is at least a positive spin on “The Slap”. Secondly was building “Heaven” for his dead friend Bill Foster. I have high hopes for this mini as well as Pym’s on going role in Avengers Academy. I guess if all else fails at least I have the incredible Avengers cartoon version.


You know it’s easy to jump on and off a bandwagon, to change your picks midway through a season, but that’s not me. And to those that “enjoy not enjoying” football, don’t watch. Your negativity and need to be right are annoying and don’t make you funny or even ironic they make you douche, and no one likes a douche.

And with that I give you this week’s last


- Seriously though your welcome to have a football opinion, but don’t be an asshat about it and certainly don’t think the season is over after seven games. I just received yet another long-winded response about the Vikings season from someone I don’t even really know, but based upon his or her responses I’m glad I don’t. I know that I can be a curmudgeon and NOTHING in life feels quiet as good as the smiting of one’s enemies, but c’mon! Even I don’t prattle on and on about things just hear my own voice. Even I, master of the “fish tale” don’t have that many “Oh yeah BUT!” stories to tell. Shit, this person strikes me as the kind who you give them one million dollars and they bitch that it’s not a million and one. I just don’t have the time or the patience to continue to beat my head against that sort of irritating wall. Sorry Dave, he may be a good guy but this series of e-mails smacks of someone who has too much free time on their hands and not enough friends.
- Ribs this afternoon, I can hardly wait.

And with that I bid you GOOD WEEKEND!

“He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine
He's there to help them all that he can
To make them feel wanted he's a good holy man
Sky pilot
How high can you fly
You'll never, never, never reach the sky

He smiles at the young soldiers
Tells them its all right
He knows of their fear in the forthcoming fight
Soon there'll be blood and many will die
Mothers and fathers back home they will cry
Sky pilot
How high can you fly
You'll never, never, never reach the sky

He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile
The order is given
They move down the line
But he's still behind and he'll meditate
But it won't stop the bleeding or ease the hate
As the young men move out into the battle zone
He feels good, with God you're never alone
He feels tired and he lays on his bed
Hopes the men will find courage in the words that he said
Sky Pilot
How high can you fly

You'll never, never, never reach the sky
You're soldiers of God you must understand
The fate of your country is in your young hands
May God give you strength
Do your job real well
If it all was worth it
Only time it will tell

In the morning they return
With tears in their eyes
The stench of death drifts up to the skies
A soldier so ill looks at the sky pilot
Remembers the words
"Thou shalt not kill"
Sky pilot
How high can you fly
You never, never, never reach the sky”

* = Hurry we need to get inside before the sun sets...

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