Hello there …
This will be updated next week. In the meantime, due to a busier than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs week and weekend, this gem from 2011(written before many of you were born), is the lead in to next week’s blockbuster column.
Until then, have a week’s worth of nice days, look both ways when you cross your fingers, and quit pulling the goalie looking at pictures of Margot Robbie (or however she spells her name.
I Remain,
The Scarlet Claw
Gotham City wasn’t built to let in the light. Even on the sunniest days, it remained dim and even dark on the crowded sidewalks, because Gotham has a thing for tall buildings standing side by side, on both sides of the blvds, avenues and streets. Towering over the downtown populace like Sentinels.
Keeping some feeling safe, and some feeling trapped.
Keeping the Light out.
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I have been a voracious reader ever since I was able to read. Little Big Books, Golden Books, and when I was 4, comic books.
I had an uncle on my mother’s side named Swede Bronner. He and his family lived in a little town just south of San Jose California called Morgan Hill. Uncle Swede had a pharmacy there which included a little soda fountain, and a rather large wooden magazine rack, the lower half of which was nothing but comics.
Dell, Fawcett, EC, National, and Timely…the big publishers at the time, and a few lesser-known lights like Charlton and Harvey filled the rows with brightly coloured covers that drew me to them like an ant to a picnic…barely noticed by adults, they were eye-level candy to kids…of which I was one.
Uncle Swede, seeing me drawn to this display, leaned down and said, “Take as many as you want, Bobby, and if you like them, you can have more whenever you visit.” I had to make 3 trips to the car.
– Originally published on March 28th, 2016
If you have ever noticed the cut-phrase in our masthead, you know that DBAWIS’s mission statement is this:
“Dissecting Pop Culture Since 2011. Great Music. Great Stories. Great Googa Mooga!”
From Stamp Collecting, to Politics, to the Importance of Hair, to all forms of entertainment…we cover the waterfront.
…and in case you have ever wondered where ‘Great Googa Mooga’ came from…it came from this….
Life interrupts art as well as imitates it. …and my life has once again interrupted the art of blogging (if you can call it art).
Anyhoo…Monday looms, and here is your homework for the weekend. Complete it, and it will add to your enjoyment of Monday’s conclusion to the whole, long-winded, obsessive serial I have found myself trapped in.
OblideeOblidah….
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I remember reading this: ” Due to his success with the Batman franchise Christopher Nolan was brought on to help develop the reboot of Superman along with screenwriter David S. Goyer. This was merely as a creative consultant, it was never intended for Nolan to direct. When Zack Snyder was later brought on as director, Nolan chose to hand all creative control over to Snyder and focus on The Dark Knight Rises (2012). According to Nolan’s wife/producer Emma Thomas, “They [Nolan and Goyer] brought it to an appropriate screenplay and it’s now Snyder’s picture.” and thinking to myself, There goes Man of Steel….
If you haven’t read Part One of this overlong, rambling screed, may I suggest it would behoove you to read it before you dive into Part Two. Otherwise, you may become confused and accidentally watch an episode of Vinyl or Empire.
You can find Part One HERE…and yes…’behoove’ is a real word. Honestly. It is. Google it.
To clarify…
Zack Snyder says, “…suffice it to say there is a ‘v’ in between their names” He explains that having the “v” instead of “vs.” is a way “to keep it from being a straight ‘versus’ movie, even in the most subtle way.”
Really? It should have read “Batman v Superman Should Have Been a Great Fun Movie But Too Many of You Liked Nolan’s Batman Trilogy So We Got This Dark Dreary Trainwreck Instead”
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Every now and then I get cranky. Most of us do. Normally I just suffer in silence, not wanting to bitch and moan because I see enough of that online and in Letters to the Editor, but sometimes, you just have to spout off. The disturbing thing is that most of what makes me want to stick my head in a blender is well meaning and generally benign, but for some reason I can’t shake the feeling that there is an underlying layer of neediness and desperation in all its good intentions. Maybe it’s the weather, or maybe it’s the constant barrage of information I neither want, need, or request. Then there’s the never ending ‘improvements’ made to things that don’t need improving, and those who have ruined so many things I once loved in the name of commerce. Good Lord, I’m a curmudgeon!
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 