Wednesday, May 27, 2009


Despite the fact that DC Comics are totally the worst ever, I love this [nsfw] painting (fourth down) by Isabel Samaras, The Judgment of Batman from 1996, that replaces Hera, Athena and Aphrodite with the only true Catwoman, Eartha Kitt, Lee Meriwether and Julie Newmar.

Discovery that there is someone alive in the world named Isabel Samaras who paints things like this via: 
the deeply awesome Learning 2 Share where those of you who came here by searching for "nsfw batman" should head now in order that you may also enjoy Batgirl -- Too Torrid For Tots! and the (literally) jawdropping Boy Wonder I Love You (which, just when you think Batman kissing on Robin is all played out (apologies to Isabel Samaras and the fifth one down (ibid.): maybe it wasn't in 2002), this song will make you want to see nothing but Batman kissing on Robin for the rest of your life in hopes that this will somehow irritate Burt Ward).

In conclusion, DC Comics are totally the worst ever.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

how to make me sad

It makes me sad when I try to make a joke and people (1) take it seriously and (2) respond to the joke earnestly; therefore, this post on this "collaborative" blog that hasn't been updated in over two years due to lack of energy and/or interest by two of the authors and the fictionalness of another author makes me sad.

Someone should really do something, or something.

Friday, May 22, 2009

get experienced

Choire Sicha deconstructs AO Scott's review of The Girlfriend Experience in The Awl.

Good stuff in both links. However! Left out of both the review and the translation are the following important points:

(1) You are not allowed to see the film unless you have sat through a minimum of five mumblecore movies.

(2) "Grey's Anatomy" remains a good title for a movie review; why hasn't anyone done this?

(3) In an effort to leverage off of existing irony, Sasha Grey just secured the contract to be the new face of Ivory Snow (along with a resurrection of former taglines "Will Wash Anything" (!), "No chapping" (!!) and "it floats" (..?)).

(4) I think if I saw this movie I would feel gross and sad, but I still think I want to see it more than Che.

(5) "It's nice to be liked, but it's better by far to get paid."

Tangentially Related:

about which, : (

Friday, May 15, 2009

spacial neglect

Just getting around to this now, but the New Yorker profile on neurologist Vilayanur S. Ramachandran and mirrors and phantom limbs from a few weeks ago was pretty fun, especially all the slams at Freudians!

(And as a sidenote, the Rotating Charlie Chaplin mask mentioned in the article is truly fucked and will surely be the prion-laced fodder for many sleep disorders to come. But how much better would a rotating cortical homunculus have been? Vilayanur S. Ramachandran, you have dropped the ball. Resurgent Community of Brooklyn Artists living near the Gowanus, get on this.)

We found this phantom limb article to be a nice expansion on the other time The New Yorker talked about phantom limbs in “The Itch” (mostly memorable for the proximity of the word “itch” to the word “annals”, but still). It also dovetails nicely with the July 2007 article about phantom limbs that was in The New Yorker, oh and also that Richard Ford story that was in the March 2008 New Yorker where he talks about phantom limbs and the Edwidge Danticat story that talks about phantom limbs in last November’s issue.

By our estimate this is the 704th time The New Yorker has talked about Phantom Limbs since mid-2007.
Just what is going on here?

While the Freudians have theorized that David Remnick wishes his mother had a penis (source: Janet Malcolm), the coördinated (diaeresis joke) effort on display implies someone on high is trying to cry out for help!

We therefore helpfully posit that the following is what we’re talking about when we talk about phantom limbs:
  1. That feeling that overcomes the guest chair across from Charlie Rose on the two nights a week that Gopnik is not a guest
  2. Calvin Trillin’s copy editor since 2001
  3. Anthony Lane Week during David Denby Week (felt by everyone)
  4. The “Shout” part of “Shouts and Murmurs” whenever Steve Martin phones one in.
  5. The little bit I crumble inside when they fill the whitespace with a “Block that Metaphor” (bump up the leading; only Tobias Frere-Jones is going to notice and Sasha’s three years older, so he’ll keep him in check)
  6. Something about Malcolm Gladwell pulling off his wig and it’s really been Christopher Walken this whole time but he still feels like he has crazy hair or something I don’t know
But these have all been with us for a while now, so there must be some other reason for the up-tick, and we now get to the point where we light a candle instead of cursing The New Yorker’s darkness; i.e., we have a solution!
  1. Hold up a mirror to the Dan Baum Twitter.
  2. The pain will all soon go away.