It's Like He's Talking About Me

Jesus, Pa Kent. Shut Up.

Superboy #113, June, 1964.

I Guess We Have Tumblr For This Now, But Here Are A Few Random Batpix I'm Glad I Found On The Internet

Top to bottom: TV Guide listing, obviously; a shot from the days when MAD used to print shots of MAD being read by top celebrities like Stafford Repp; I don't know why Batman's riding an elephant but I like it; Robin lookin tuff; Robin lookin sensitive n dreamy in the cheap-ass 3-color newsprint universe of 16 Magazine!

I don't remember where any of these came from. If I got them from you, I'll credit you.

Matt Drudge Proves Obama Is Evil

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My Favorite Michael Thing

I remember having people over one night in 1983. I remember telling them I had to turn the TV on and watch Michael Jackson on the Motown 25th Anniversary Special. And I remember them looking at me like I was the funniest idiot in the world.

But I had read about the taping in that week's Village Voice. The reporter said that Michael lip-synched Billie Jean and the crowd went absolutely nuts. I had never before seen lip-synching described in anything like a flattering light. So I turned the TV on and waited for this:



I know, right?

Sixteen years later, The Stranger ran a piece called 10 Things That've Made Us Say "Wow" Since the Dawn of Time, and one of the 10 was My Favorite Michael Thing.

For those of us who witnessed it, this moment is indelible. On May 16, 1983, mid-way through a lip-synched performance of Billie Jean, Michael Jackson, a hyper-talented little Nellie boy whose album Thriller was about to change pop music forever, unveiled a new dance move -- and blew the world's mind. Known as the Moonwalk, the move saw Michael taking a simple step forward, then gliding effortlessly backward across the stage and into the pop culture stratosphere. Never mind that Michael's earthshaking move had been swiped from inner-city break dancers, or that, in later years, this cute and charming black guy would be replaced by a pasty-white child molester. Michael Jackson's Moonwalk achieved what all great art aspires to -- bonding his audience in awe, propelling its maker to new heights, and simultaneously making and improving upon history. Can Neil Armstrong's boring, actual moon walk of a decade and a half earlier even compare with Michael's dazzling artistic reinterpretation? No.

Exactly right, Stranger. Suck it, Neil Armstrong.

The Ghost Of The News Gives Me The Creeps

When I was on the West Coast, I subscribed to a daily email news update from Syracuse's WTVH-Channel 5, just in case something hugely important happened back home. After awhile I hardly ever looked at it, and when I returned last fall it never crossed my mind to cancel it.

A couple of months ago WTVH fired 40 staffers, basically closed its news operation, and started running local newscasts assembled by a competitor. People in and out of the business were sad and angry; this was the oldest TV news operation in town, and it was awful to see so many media jobs vanish all at once.

Anyway, with only a couple of on-air front-people left on staff, Channel 5 stopped updating its email news thing...

...But its robot keeps sending it. The same one. Every day at 4:30, it appears in my inbox like a fading, elderly relative who repeats the same phrases over and over again.

How creepy is this? Remember, I opened it less than an hour ago...


...and I'll get the same email tomorrow. Br-r-rr!

No Headline Could Suffice

Superman for Atari 2600 (1979), found in this Metafilter thread

The Poetry Of Glenn Beck

By Hart Seely & Me: Link