Since I decided, well not really decided, but just did bust up my left foot rather badly about five weeks ago, I've been sidelined. Yes. A person of the male persuasion told me sit on the damned bench, which is my recliner, or on my bed with my injured foot up and doing nothing.
Sounds like a dream, right? I have dust drifts in my house right now I couldn't drive a snow plow through. My husband has been tasked with caring for me. On the nights he doesn't forget to make dinner, well, we have tons of take out places around. Than God.
I've had tons of time to watch movies, read books and try on new writers I've never read before. I've also had a lot of time to watch YouTube videos on my ginormitron. I don't like it up there or on my phone. I like it at my desk with a cup of coffee and my cat rubbing up against the monitor when Kyle from Because Science is on. He also really likes Comic Girl Ava. She's pretty, so I get it.
I'll admit. I'm bored out of my mind. I had a new book release today. I'm more than half-way done with this next one and I hope and pray all of the glitches with the original galleys were fixed on my two day hunt to track down formatting errors. MSWord, I've been suggesting Reveal Codes since I transferred over from WordPerfect. Please listen, because your coding is so messed up that fixing the things Word just does on its own can frustrate you to heights of throwing a lamp across a room. You owe me, dammit.
When I am forced to work out things while on the bench I turn to new things I've not yet touched on. Because I'm shallow and give nodding acquaintance status to self-knowledge and arrogance. This time? I turned my eye upon something that I've held dear to my heart for forty-five years. Marvel Comics and the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU).
You have read of my dislike of modern Marvel Comics and how much I like the MCU. It's like the MCU understands Marvel heroes and the comic book department has forgotten what the movies are trying to sell. It's almost like they don't give a good tinker's damn about selling comic books. If you look at the earnings reports, you really do get that idea. Especially, since neither DC nor Marvel will give out their true numbers, because they don't know and have forced so many comic books stores to close.
The Better Mousetrap Scheme
Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door. That statement, whether rightly or wrongly attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson, is a tribute to entrepreneurial power and spirit. To be honest, it's the American Spirit distilled into a pithy axiom. It's always been at the very top of my favorite sayings. Don't sit around whining about your mousetrap not working, build a better one, then sell it to others. That's they true way to show them how wrong they are. Success and running them out of the marketplace.
However, Marvel have decided to listen to people who are stupid and asking for money to lie to them. Marvel should be dancing in the rain of all of the cheddar falling from consumer pockets from the success of the MCU teeing them up perfectly for a hole in one when it comes to post-movie sales. The movies tee up new fans that are absolutely lost when it comes to buying books that look anything close to the movies in the comic book stores, online or a stupid spinner at Volde*Mart.
Cats
To make up for the absolute dearth of good writing and even worse art, Marvel has decided that even a cat is more exciting to their readers than Captain Marvel, their supposed flagship of their comic books. So, to draw in more readers, new readers that are interested in the characters they see in the MCU movies, you try to ram the most boring, uninteresting character to yet be developed by Marvel, down our throats and then call us names when we say we don't want to see a movie starring Carol Danvers. And, THEN, you cast the wooden Brie Larsen to play her and make the most offensive remarks in publicity interviews that are not just making men hate her and your character, you're pissing off women. Women like me.
What is their response to everyone saying the most interesting part of the last trailer release for this "first of" movie, because Wonder Woman wasn't the most pitch perfect superhero movie EVAR? Cats. I kid you not. They put cats on cariant covers of their comic books so blue-haired, ugly, dateless feminists would buy their shit. These are women not even the most hard up incel would look at twice.
Nah, man, I'll date the hand again tonight. I am not sticking my dick in that, said every man.
For Your Consideration
Just say no to Marvel and the horrific Ms Marvel that appears to be coming out sometime this year, but before Avengers End Game. Say no to their comic books, say no to their feminist fapfest movie that's not a first of anything. Starve it for air. I don't have much hope of their learning. As the Comicsgate movement surges on, Marvel is pushing back with weak soy boy arms, reeing in the ears of everyone around of their victimhood because nobody likes their shitty shit.
If you just HAVE to watch something Marvel, go watch the movies in order. Enjoy the nineteen movies and think of how they slowly build up to the last two movies. Infinity War is fleshing out some characterization so beautifully, that when you sit and think about it you want to cry.
Try this, watch just the Thor movies, with the Avenger movies, in order and watch the development of Thor's character. When he's talking to Rocket Raccoon in Infinity War about losing his family and his home and ends with, "Well, what else have I got to lose?" and you don't clench up or even shed a tear, you're not human. We've seen all he had, in the first Thor movie, and slowly we've watched him lose everything. His father, his mother, his brother, his friends and even the woman he loves. Then he loses the only place that held true meaning to him at the end of Ragnarok. As I listen to those words, several times because I'm a superhero fan, I tear up, choke up. Thor shows maturation, but still hiding behind a bravado that won't let him consider losing because he simply can't go there and do what needs doing.
If you're not a Thor fan, then consider Guardians of the Galaxy's Peter Quill. Yeah, yeah, he lost it in Infinity War and made everything after that possible but Peter is a Fuck Up. However, he's also very human, no super powers. He's got gadgets galore, but nothing that makes him truly stand out except his plucky brain that is constantly asking "What if..." He's got balls and he's proud. And, frankly, his development with Gamora is truly the most romantic thing I think I've seen on screen in forever.
Forget anything about James Gunn, disregard it completely. I think he should be allowed to do Guardians 3. He developed Peter Quill/Star Lord as a very fallible human being surrounded by very capable, able beings. He was stolen away from his home the day his mother died and he had to hide his psyche somewhere to cope with being kidnapped by Yondu and dealing with The Ravagers. He finds out his dad is a god who killed his beloved mother and he has to kill him to save everything. This his surrogate father, Yondu, dies to save him. I wept in the theatre, openly and loudly, when the Ravagers showed up for the funeral. I will say this, Gunn showed genius with the two movies he had. Something he said on Twatter years ago when he was trying to be an edgy boi should not be held against him. Lord, I've made jokes about priests and altar servers ever since I was a kid. None of that made it into the script or the movies, so I think we're safe from his "depravity".
Stick with the MCU and say a sad, farewell to Marvel Comics, because it seems Disney is certainly ready to do just that. The lease on their building comes up midway through this year and word is they are cutting staff madly and preparing for new digs in LA. Anybody who makes choices that stupid deserves to starve. Yeah, I'll say the hard words.
Don't reward a woman who had sex with her own son. Just say no to Carl Manvers.
Sounds like a dream, right? I have dust drifts in my house right now I couldn't drive a snow plow through. My husband has been tasked with caring for me. On the nights he doesn't forget to make dinner, well, we have tons of take out places around. Than God.
I've had tons of time to watch movies, read books and try on new writers I've never read before. I've also had a lot of time to watch YouTube videos on my ginormitron. I don't like it up there or on my phone. I like it at my desk with a cup of coffee and my cat rubbing up against the monitor when Kyle from Because Science is on. He also really likes Comic Girl Ava. She's pretty, so I get it.
I'll admit. I'm bored out of my mind. I had a new book release today. I'm more than half-way done with this next one and I hope and pray all of the glitches with the original galleys were fixed on my two day hunt to track down formatting errors. MSWord, I've been suggesting Reveal Codes since I transferred over from WordPerfect. Please listen, because your coding is so messed up that fixing the things Word just does on its own can frustrate you to heights of throwing a lamp across a room. You owe me, dammit.
When I am forced to work out things while on the bench I turn to new things I've not yet touched on. Because I'm shallow and give nodding acquaintance status to self-knowledge and arrogance. This time? I turned my eye upon something that I've held dear to my heart for forty-five years. Marvel Comics and the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU).
You have read of my dislike of modern Marvel Comics and how much I like the MCU. It's like the MCU understands Marvel heroes and the comic book department has forgotten what the movies are trying to sell. It's almost like they don't give a good tinker's damn about selling comic books. If you look at the earnings reports, you really do get that idea. Especially, since neither DC nor Marvel will give out their true numbers, because they don't know and have forced so many comic books stores to close.
The Better Mousetrap Scheme
Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door. That statement, whether rightly or wrongly attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson, is a tribute to entrepreneurial power and spirit. To be honest, it's the American Spirit distilled into a pithy axiom. It's always been at the very top of my favorite sayings. Don't sit around whining about your mousetrap not working, build a better one, then sell it to others. That's they true way to show them how wrong they are. Success and running them out of the marketplace.
However, Marvel have decided to listen to people who are stupid and asking for money to lie to them. Marvel should be dancing in the rain of all of the cheddar falling from consumer pockets from the success of the MCU teeing them up perfectly for a hole in one when it comes to post-movie sales. The movies tee up new fans that are absolutely lost when it comes to buying books that look anything close to the movies in the comic book stores, online or a stupid spinner at Volde*Mart.
Cats
To make up for the absolute dearth of good writing and even worse art, Marvel has decided that even a cat is more exciting to their readers than Captain Marvel, their supposed flagship of their comic books. So, to draw in more readers, new readers that are interested in the characters they see in the MCU movies, you try to ram the most boring, uninteresting character to yet be developed by Marvel, down our throats and then call us names when we say we don't want to see a movie starring Carol Danvers. And, THEN, you cast the wooden Brie Larsen to play her and make the most offensive remarks in publicity interviews that are not just making men hate her and your character, you're pissing off women. Women like me.
What is their response to everyone saying the most interesting part of the last trailer release for this "first of" movie, because Wonder Woman wasn't the most pitch perfect superhero movie EVAR? Cats. I kid you not. They put cats on cariant covers of their comic books so blue-haired, ugly, dateless feminists would buy their shit. These are women not even the most hard up incel would look at twice.
Nah, man, I'll date the hand again tonight. I am not sticking my dick in that, said every man.
For Your Consideration
Just say no to Marvel and the horrific Ms Marvel that appears to be coming out sometime this year, but before Avengers End Game. Say no to their comic books, say no to their feminist fapfest movie that's not a first of anything. Starve it for air. I don't have much hope of their learning. As the Comicsgate movement surges on, Marvel is pushing back with weak soy boy arms, reeing in the ears of everyone around of their victimhood because nobody likes their shitty shit.
If you just HAVE to watch something Marvel, go watch the movies in order. Enjoy the nineteen movies and think of how they slowly build up to the last two movies. Infinity War is fleshing out some characterization so beautifully, that when you sit and think about it you want to cry.
Try this, watch just the Thor movies, with the Avenger movies, in order and watch the development of Thor's character. When he's talking to Rocket Raccoon in Infinity War about losing his family and his home and ends with, "Well, what else have I got to lose?" and you don't clench up or even shed a tear, you're not human. We've seen all he had, in the first Thor movie, and slowly we've watched him lose everything. His father, his mother, his brother, his friends and even the woman he loves. Then he loses the only place that held true meaning to him at the end of Ragnarok. As I listen to those words, several times because I'm a superhero fan, I tear up, choke up. Thor shows maturation, but still hiding behind a bravado that won't let him consider losing because he simply can't go there and do what needs doing.
If you're not a Thor fan, then consider Guardians of the Galaxy's Peter Quill. Yeah, yeah, he lost it in Infinity War and made everything after that possible but Peter is a Fuck Up. However, he's also very human, no super powers. He's got gadgets galore, but nothing that makes him truly stand out except his plucky brain that is constantly asking "What if..." He's got balls and he's proud. And, frankly, his development with Gamora is truly the most romantic thing I think I've seen on screen in forever.
Forget anything about James Gunn, disregard it completely. I think he should be allowed to do Guardians 3. He developed Peter Quill/Star Lord as a very fallible human being surrounded by very capable, able beings. He was stolen away from his home the day his mother died and he had to hide his psyche somewhere to cope with being kidnapped by Yondu and dealing with The Ravagers. He finds out his dad is a god who killed his beloved mother and he has to kill him to save everything. This his surrogate father, Yondu, dies to save him. I wept in the theatre, openly and loudly, when the Ravagers showed up for the funeral. I will say this, Gunn showed genius with the two movies he had. Something he said on Twatter years ago when he was trying to be an edgy boi should not be held against him. Lord, I've made jokes about priests and altar servers ever since I was a kid. None of that made it into the script or the movies, so I think we're safe from his "depravity".
Stick with the MCU and say a sad, farewell to Marvel Comics, because it seems Disney is certainly ready to do just that. The lease on their building comes up midway through this year and word is they are cutting staff madly and preparing for new digs in LA. Anybody who makes choices that stupid deserves to starve. Yeah, I'll say the hard words.
Don't reward a woman who had sex with her own son. Just say no to Carl Manvers.
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