I am sure that eventually, somebody within DC Marketing will envision a Grant Morrison Batman omnibus that collects his now historic runs of “Batman and Son” and “R.I.P.” (and its various preludes) along with his 16-issue Batman and Robin, the Arkham Asylum graphic novel, and even the tales collected as Batman Gothic.
That’s from Nathan Wilson’s review of Grant Morrison’s Return of Bruce Wayne up on the Comics Journal website.
The Bound to Blog posts are coming very infrequently these days…and it’s in large part because these issues from late in the Marston/Peter run are, frankly, kind of depressing. Though there were signs of life in 23, it’s been clear since 22 that neither Marston nor Peter is bringing their A-game to these comics. Marston, in fact, was on his death bed at this point — he actually died before the July 1947 cover date here, but since issues were forward-dated, it’s possible he was still alive to see this cover.
I planned to stab myself in the eye with a blunt pencil tonight, but instead I spent the time creating a facebook page. This was less fun, but at least didn’t waste a pencil.
Justify my pain. Toss your flirty, singing icons into the fiery pit and then say you like it.
Bless Robert Stanley Martin for saving me, incidentally. Without him I would be twice the gibbering wreck I am.
Do you know how lonely it is when you tweet and no one hears? When the soulful “twit twit” echoes back like coffin nails pounding, pounding into the forest primeval, or doleful bells doling in the vast virtual watches of the overbyte?
Follow us, damn it! Follow us! Let us not twoot in vain!
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Since we’re kind of having a porn week on HU (Michael Arthur’s article on yaoi here, my article on Jenna Jameson here, I thought I’d end up with this review I first published on Splice Today.
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When I ordered the DVD American Nudie Classics, I had somehow thought it would be a documentary about classic (if that’s the word I want) pornography from the early days of American cinema. Or, failing that, I figured it would include a handful of porn reels along with some sort of contextual information. After all, I figured, anyone buying this is doing so out of historical interest, right?
I wrote this for the Bridge Magazine website; when that folded I put it up on Eaten By Ducks. I suspect most people over here haven’t seen it though, and I’m fond of it, so I thought I’d reprint it.
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When asked by porn review site rogreviews.com if she was nervous during her first filmed sex scene, porn star Belladonna responded, “I hadn’t had sex for a couple of months so I was really horny. I wasn’t nervous at all.” And if you believe that, I’ve got an aphrodisiac to sell you. Belladonna’s been asked the same question in other forums, and her answer seems to vary widely, depending on what she thinks the interviewer wants to hear. That’s just good business; a sex-worker is paid first and foremost to bare her body, but she’s paid even more to bare a certain kind of inner life — what kind exactly varying from customer to customer. Or, as Jenna Jameson puts it in discussing her work as a stripper, “Everything that came out of my mouth was complete bullshit. I could tell by looking at each person what he wanted to hear. I’d tell him I was studying to be a real-estate agent, a lifeguard, a construction worker.”