Saturday, March 28, 2009

Are You Not Entertained!?

Hi! How are you? I realize when we go visit somewhere with our minds (on the internetz) we often need a sunny greeting to ease us in. I think of Nat's (Community Channel) girly "hi's" at each video opening.



There was a place I loved to go in Madison, WI called Lazy Jane's. It was staffed by university-aged bohemians, and the exterior called to mind the hippification of 50's era neighborhood homes. But they always greeted you with sunny hellos, served up your coffee right away, while comforting Big Band and Jazz played across the two story house-converted restaurant. Despite my love-hate relationship for the snow, I yearn to go there during the winter for a hot bowl of tomato soup. Comfort.

Let me tell you about something that is the exact opposite. Gantz. For you non-anime lovers, or for those of you just not linked up who missed out on this 2004 26-episode tv series adaptation of the acclaimed manga--Gantz is essentially a survival-game story revolving around Kei Kurumono a 16-year-old, introverted, virgin, loner-type who quietly seethes at the naivete, callousness, and vacuousness of people around him. A chance encounter with an elementary-school friend of his at a train station, winds up pulling them both into a deadly survival game proctored by an ominous mechanized black orb called Gantz. In this kill or be killed environment painted with shades of Sartre-like existentialist themes Kei and his friends discover how crisis brings out their inner soul, but not without tragic and terrible consequences.

this video contains images of nudity, sexual intercourse, violence, bodily mutilation and hard hitting japanese techno-rap



I am about 2 episodes shy of finishing this, and am now tempted to read the manga. This is the type of show that initially turns me off (I've been sitting on watching this for a year or two now), but the kinetic energy of the plot kept me on my toes and curious for more. On a side note the ending theme Last Kiss by Bonnie Pink is the perfect musical match for the melancholy of the series, and quickly becoming a new favorite of mine. I (and you might) know Bonnie Pink for singing It's Gonna Rain for Rurouni Kenshin which also quickly grew on me. I'm generally not linked into the J-Pop happenings so if I sound like an old-fogey out of date, that's because I am.

http://www.avclub.com/articles/matt-groening,25525/

This interview with Matt Groening caught my eye, only because I think Futurama's got some splendid writing and I enjoy watching a string of episodes from time to time. I also often feel satisfied to see a story draw to close. Futurama is the perfect show to close. Finishing the Simpsons would draw so much backlash from lifelong fans despite the current critical density of its tiny universe, it just won't ever happen. Let's face it, our great great great grandchildren will get new episodes of the Simpsons and hopefully they'll still be just as funny.

I recently reconnected with a friend I've known since junior highschool, but haven't seen in about 15 years. Reading his facebook accoutrements I realized that he is the same sensitive, painfully shy soul he was back then. Today the idea struck me over the head concerning guys who are still confused about what women want, or at least how to find a gal who wants you.

I put together this sliding scale of male-attractiveness for the guy who hasn't yet been claimed by a woman.

1. confidence: on one side is the painfully shy guy; he constantly apologizes, does his best to make others comfortable despite his internal discomfort; he feels awkward. he will naturally attract an assertive woman who finds his vulnerability adorable and/or a refreshing change from the arrogance and vulgarity of the alpha male; the downside of the shy guy is his inability to be direct or decisive; women will often reject him for what they see as wishy-washiness, a lack of a backbone, or excessive pouting, whining, or crying. on the other side is the extrovert who has a mastery of certain inflections of presence; he often makes good eye contact, he chooses his words and his conversations carefully and matches them to the appropriate company and situation. he speaks clearly, audibly, and with a playful understanding of language. he is decisive, and often seems spontaneous and/or resolved to do what he promises. he will attract a wide variety of women, but most especially a traditional feminine type who wants to be doted on, swept off her feet, and/or rescued. he can expect to face resistance from women who have had their hearts played with by playboy types or women for whom charm conflicts with their idea of a gentleman or good man--these women will go out of their way to find an introverted guy. Most of us are somewhere in the middle of this scale with trade-offs in any of the aspects. Some guys are very decisive but falter when they speak. Some guys are outwardly very comfortable in crowds, but are inwardly very awkward and this comes out to the fore with the women in their lives. Its really difficult to point out a perfect middle-ground between the two because confidence can show in so many different ways, and its essentially up to the lady to glean from us what she can. That's when it pays to be true to yourself.

2. physicality. on one extreme is the scrawny, non-athletic type. on the other is the pinnacle of rugged, angular manliness. this is another one of those multidimensional scales where a middle ground is tough to pick out. what's important to realize, though, is women will use extreme prejudice when matching themselves up with someone physically. Some women want a man who makes them feel small and demure, while some want a tender, gorgeous adonis. some want a guy with stubble on his chin and grit in his fingernails, some want a guy with supernatural hygiene. there's three important things about your physicality when it comes to a woman's opinion of you: how the sex is going to be, how you will reflect her in the midst of company, and how the sex is going to be.

3. smarts. on one side of the scale you've got your eccentric genius, on the other you've got the guy who can guzzle 6 beers and make his lady friend giggle all night as if he were a puppy that followed her home. some women, usually women in search of themselves, are drawn to virtuosos and eccentric intellectuals. just ask nikolas tesla. and somewhere a very different type of woman just doesn't want all the emotional baggage or gravity of being with someone like that. she just wants to laugh and fly by the seat of her pants with someone who lives in the moment with no regard for how we're going to pay tomorrow's rent. therein lies the problem with the not so smart guy. he's generally unreliable and just good for a few good times, so she either moves on to the next fun guy, or does a 180 toward the smart guys. on the other hand women can often feel invisible in the midst of the smart guy's passion for his smarts, which leads to her feeling unappreciated, untouched, and essentially not really in much of a relationship. this is pretty much when she finds someone to have sex with. somewhere in the middle we hope there is a guy smart enough to actually put the effort into pleasing his lady, and guessing her every move and emotion--which up until now we know so very little about. Maybe we'll start by remembering all important calendar dates, as well as significant things about her life that she's shared with us. Oh yeah, and listen even if it doesn't mean much to you at the moment.

4. finances. pretty self-explanatory scale. i once heard it put this way: when women ask about how much money you have, it's not because they want yours. they just don't want to have to lend you any. but then again, I do know a few girls who are more than happy to spend their life savings, inheritances, or trust funds on a guy who makes their heart go pitter-patter. i just don't know how long those setups usually last. trust me, money matters, just not in the way you might think. generally i don't see how having a negative credit score or being flat broke will help your luck with women. we're mostly talking about either being on a young bachelor budget, or having a princely surplus to buy nice things and trips with. and then there is also the difference between having earned it all the hard way, or having the silver spoon. in general women will pay attention to how you earn money, how you spend money, and how they fit into your budget. yes some women will date a pimp and drug lord if he'll fix their problems, while some just want to see that you know how to choose between saving up for a family vacation or a tricked out gadget.

5. family. loose cannon with no friends, or George Bailey from It's a Wonderful Life. In my experience women have always chocked up my wide circle of friends and family to my charm. Parading them around on my arm in front of smiling, warm-welcoming crowds made them feel like royalty is my guess. But I have some friends whose constant presence of their family and friends perpetually puts nails in the coffin of their relationship. i believe women are always weighing out your personality, and one of the most important of the unspoken criteria, is how you get along with others. some women like their men stern and guarded, some want a guy who knows all his neighbors kids and their birthdays--it literally melts them to see a man with that much thoughtfullness and diplomacy. its a great comfort.

My update on Gantz: I should have seen it coming. Talk about unresolved endings. A little birdy told me the manga goes on to say and show more, but one glance tells me its just not the same little story the anime was setting it up to be. So now I'm stuck caring about characters whose fate remains unmitigated. Don't you hate that? These downer anime's are really rubbing me wrong. Maybe Full Metal Panic will get me in a lighter mood. I find myself reminiscing about watching Kimagure Orange Road for the first time. Seishun. The spring of my youth.



I think I'm going to get painting soon, I found myself wandering a few art supply stores yesterday. I borrowed from the library two books: a collected works of Norman Rockwell, and a collected works of Maxfield Parrish. I'm thinking some inspiration will hit me over the head. I only wish I had found an affordable lightweight easel, and picked out a nice spot to paint undisturbed. I'll also be bringing along Charles Burns' Blackhole, Zot Book 1, and Dan Hipp's Gyakushu!. Okay, time to hit the sun and enjoy Sunday. Hope you do the same :)

Sunday, March 22, 2009

I'm not picking favorites, but . . .

you should know I've always had a thing against picking out favorites of anything. I think it has something to do with wanting to be diplomatic, unbiased, or fair. And maybe on an aesthetic level its more about enjoying variety, and finding the appreciation of a thing--or sets of things or all things--inexhaustible. But as infinite and temporary as favorites can be, there is a use in naming them--as much as there is a use for stating anything of a subjective nature that might change at any given moment. For now, I give you a list of favorites in no particular order:

1. Favorite Wild on E! host: Jules Asner, whom I just discovered is married to one of my favorite film makers, Steven Soderbergh. Jules, to me is the cuter version of Sandra Bullock, possesor of the girl-next-door charm, and I believe she was married to Ed Asner's kid. And everbody knows Ed Asner is socks! Her replacement, Brooke Burke has been known to steam up television sets the world over, and I congratulate Brooke on the great precedence she set for the show--but I could never forget the original flavor of Wild On.

2. Favorite Talk Soup host: I liked Hal, and the other long faced guy. But Aisha Tyler sold Talk Soup to me. All three hosts smiled suggestively at their own jokes, but Aisha was the only one who made me want to giggle like a school girl. Or maybe its just that I wanted to jump her bones at the same time.

3. Favorite way to spend a sunny afternoon: taking a nap in the breeze with my main squeeze

4. Favorite dessert: crumb cake with a scoop of jamoaca almond fudge ( I just thought this up right now)

5. Favorite squinty eyed, older white guy actor: Ed Asner. Jonathan Winters and Dom DeLuise were very close behind, but Edward Asner is such a great humanitarian as well as the voice of several of my favorite cartoon supporting characters like Roland Daggett from Batman: TAS and Cosgrove from Freakazoid. How can you front on that?

6. Favorite column from Wizard Magazine in the 90's: Palmer's Picks, but it's obvious that Letters to the Editor was a crowd-pleasing close second-place. Stab your eyes Pat McCallum you were just that funny.

7. Favorite aspect of Hero Illustrated (also in the 90's): The way the reviews were written you got the sense that these people really liked doing what they did--reading comics and getting the word out to the rest of us. Because of that I haven't been able to get Grisnoir: Julien Boisvert out of my head.

8. Favorite nostalgic 80's kids movie: Flight of the Navigator. I don't even know why right now. There's just something buried in my subconscious about how awesome that movie was. Or am I mixing it up with Mac and Me? Doh!

9. Favorite wikipedia like topical website: Television Tropes With entries like kick the dog and this outstanding pictorial example of talking is a free action, it boggles me why it doesn't make the rounds like urbandictionary or failblog.

10. Favorite Youtube celebrity: Community Channel, aka Natalie "Nat" Tyler Tran who for some reason is the only one I've watched more than 10 videos of. Sorry Happyslip I sort o' trailed off with you. David Choi and Kina Granis are doing good things, and a bunch more.

11. Favorite matching ensemble: A Corona t-shirt with matching boxers that I bought at Mervyn's some time ago. If you see me wearing these it means it's business time.

12. Favorite Nintendo game: T&C Surf Designs. This game was so fun to me for some reason despite being repetitive, grossly underchallenging, and full of absurdity. Time for me to load up FireNes and get a round in before I go to bed.

13. Favorite thing about today's Sunday Afternoon Noodle: It's 8:35pm and I'm still typing, despite having begun this on Tuesday of the past week. Definitely most procrastinated post.

14. Favorite highschool required reading book: Cold Sassy Tree by Olive Anne Burns. Grandpa Blakeslee made that book fun as hell. Plus he got himself some young woman lovin'. You go grampa.

15. Favorite episode of Cheers: the one where Sam was trying to figure out what song made Rebecca weak in the knees. Man I miss that show.

I watched Gran Torino and Without a Paddle this weekend. Those two movies have something in common, but I'm not telling. Ask me later. I'm hoping to squeeze in Time Bandits. I haven't drawn or tinkered in GIMP in a while. I'm hoping to soon. Also welcome back Alan Tew. Lines and Colors is a blog I just discovered, interestingly enough maintained by Charley Parker, the creator behind the first made for the web comic, Argon Zark!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

And then there were 12, or was it 13?

The Ides of March, the auspicious day of Cesar's assassination, just 2 days before St. Patrick dies having expelled the snakes and paganism from Ireland. This is the twelfth Sunday of SAN's existence, and the 13th successive post.

Woo Hoo!



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So I tried to watch Kite Runner, but my stream failed. Instead I caught up on Community Channel. Also a few weeks ago while watching Persepolis, somebody asked me about Communism--so in following up I decided to research the rise of Communism beginning with Lenin in Russia, which inevitably led to a tangent on Stalin, and then backward toward the Romanov dynasty, and lastly the Bolshevik Revolution. I've decided Communism is a lot like how Churchill described Russia's actions in October 1939: a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma.

So here's other stuff in my cue: Time Bandits (1981), Caravaggio (1986), The History Channel's: Comic Book Superheroes Unmasked (2003). I'm reading: Charles Burns' Blackhole, Zot Book 1 (still), Anton Chekhov Stories (trans. by Pevear and Volokhonsky), Raymond Carver's Where I'm Calling From. And I just discovered Sinfest and Family Man (thanks to Kate Beaton). Other notables I haven't yet mentioned are: Hereville, The Adventure Book, Patches, and Daisy Owl.

I'd like to reinject some of the fun ideas back into SAN (not even optioned, the ramenu, and some of my doodles/cartoons) but my time has been short lately. So I'm still not even sure what a Sunday Afternoon Noodle should/could/might look like. For now, this is what I've got, and if ya want more, ya gotta ask for it! Does anybody hear me? Ha ha. Okay, I'm going to do my laundry. Leave a comment if anything hits you over the head. Peace-tro.


So Today's Video Hash is in honor of marching to the beat of a different drummer . . . .







Sunday, March 8, 2009

Watchmen Review

Oh Please give Zack more money so he can continue making this garbage!People who have enjoyed what the New York Times calls one of the best novels of the 20th century might say this of Watchmen:

It's initially a brooding murder mystery set in an impromptu late 80's super hero world, that unfolds into a political thriller with characters whose slightest gestures scream for catharsis.


Or they might say:

Watchmen invites the average comic book reader into a bleak universe that only Alan Moore has the patience and honesty to explore.


They might even say:

Whoa! That shit blew my mind dude. I don't think I understood the whole thing.


So what does Zack Snyder have to say about Watchmen? I'm under the assumption that this movie is it. If that's the case he should read it again.

For your amusement I offer 12 bullets that missed their mark in the Watchmen movie.

1) Zack Snyder tries to shatter his 300 record. In the opening scene Edward Blake throws his drinking glass at his assailant, which misses but smashes against his room number "300", as in Snyder's box-office smash adaptation of Frank Miller's limited-series/graphic novel. My guess is this is his cinematic attempt at the Babe Ruth point. Here's what it sounded like. Douche.

2) Holy awkward dialogue Doc Manhattan. I can't decide who is the worst offender of uninspired script reading. Hmmm is it Carla Gugino as the aged Sally Jupiter? Or perhaps Malin Akerman's Laurie Juspeczyk? I've got it! How about the guy whose name is mispronounced through the whole movie, y'know, Horshack, I mean, Roar Chick, err. Inkblot guy. Yeah, gotta be him. Tough to make words sound good when trying to sound like newspaper headline.

3) Why is it that the only truly interesting character is dead by the first scene? A Comedian died tonight and somebody knows why. Maybe Alan Moore is the comedian. He said this movie was unfilmable. He's detached himself from the script and the production. The man at the center of this chain of events, is gone before the dust settles. But aside from the irony, Jeffrey Dean Morgan's delivery is probably the highlight of the whole movie. It's poetic how he spits venom all over Adrian Veidt's cheesy rehashed Minutemen idea.

4) Comic books are more than just figure drawings in poses, and Watchmen is one of the slickest examples of in-between-the-panels storytelling. Okay let's stop and consider who we're catering to. Snyder passed up on Wolverine: Origins to do this flick, so maybe he wanted to focus on a comic book license with some substance beyond screaming, CG superpowers, women in latex body suits, and massive explosions. Or did he? How many of you read Watchmen for the dazzling flying kicks, giant breasts in tiny costumes, and pyrotechnical illustrations? Exactly.

There's magic all through the telling of this novel; take for instance the masterful juxtaposition of panels and texts from pages 2 through 4. The words and images are pregnant with irony and suggestion. Images from that montage are used again later during a Rorschach monologue where the faint suggestion of sound effects intensifies the way the Comedian is brutalized. But you'd have to read between the lines to get that.

5) What happened to the back-up text? Apparently there's nothing under the hood! C'mon part of the mystery was what really happened to the original Minutemen? Who was the Hooded Justice? What made the Comedian what he was? Rorschach? Sally Jupiter? Ozymandias? When you take away the clues, you take away the mystery, which takes away the suspense. What do you have? Silly looking characters doing kung fu in silly looking costumes.

Plus the pacing sucked and the song lyric references were lost.

6) Too much kungfu and porno in my Watchmen movie (hallelujah!) Malin Akerman sure did give us a show, but now I'm ashamed to share this movie with, well, anybody.

7) Mr. Blue Penis. Hmmm why did I never notice that Doc Manhattan had his wee-wee showing in the comic book? Maybe it's because it wasn't swaying everytime he walked. Just think. Somebody had to draw and animate that thing. Not to gay bash or anything, but for me personally, that's a little like wiping someone else's ass. Nasty.

8) I prefer my Carla Gugino without the preservatives. Carla Gugino is really great at portraying a particular range of characters. All of which subsist of a youthful and attractive woman, which she is. Whoever spackled her face was mighty full of themselves. Let's face it, she looked like a 30ish woman in a bad Halloween costume.

9) Marguerite Duras and the revenge of the soundtrack (There's too much confusion) Most of you won't get this reference, but there was this movie called India Song, where music would just startup in the middle of a scene. Ms. Duras, the director called it the revenge of the soundtrack. I doubt Zack Snyder has seen India Song, or even knows who Marguerite Duras is. So it's kind of just funny. Hallelujah!

10) I love the 80s! As a child of the 80's, who read comics in the 80's, and soaked up the flavor and spectacle of the 80's---the texture and historical setting of this film is just unconvincing. What happened to the commercials from the youtube contests? Who was the art director--where is the period clothing, set pieces, etc? The 50's and 60's didn't even really register to me while watching. For a film that tried to be faithful to small details, it sure didn't stay specific to the time it was set in. Looking at a movie like American Psycho or The Zodiac Killer, I get a more immediate sense of time period that eluded me with Watchmen. So that's my excuse for constantly checking my watch through the movie.

11) Chapters and countdown, the murder mystery of concentric circles. Reading Watchmen was like reading a book written in a spiraling circle. You really had to work to get it, and when you finally finished the last sentence, this larger pattern becomes obvious to you. And then better than that, you spin the circle and realize it creates a trippy illusion. There are no chapters in the movie, no breaks. None of the visual patterns emerge, like the reoccurring happy face, or the skull and cross bones. OH, and the chapter where Doc Manhattan gives us a little insight into how he understands time--FAIL. It ends up being a pretty traditional montage, instead of a masterful use of split screen and simultaneity. Man, and that was an easy one, I thought for sure he would have nailed that gimmick. Point Blank: there's no ticking clock, no circularity, no cycle of mystery, revelation, deeper mystery. So in the end, the end doesn't really matter.

12) The Architects of Fear and Easter Egg Jism. So I guess the reference to the Outer Limits Episode makes Zack a genius, huh? He's mentioned that there are a bunch of Easter Eggs like this, which no doubt will drive DVD/BluRay sales to pick up his $120 million tab. But most of you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. So here's the skinny:

Years ago somebody mentioned that the ending of the Watchmen GN mirrored an episode of The Outer Limits. This very episode is shown at the end of the film on Sally Jupiter's t.v. Without ruining it for you I'll just say the idea is pretty hokey, and was thankfully abandoned from the film version and replaced with a more elegant plot line. Wow you mean Zack and his cohorts did something right? Well, yeah he updated the original story to be socially and politically relevant. Just too bad he waited until the end of the movie to do it.

So all in all: I'm glad somebody tried to make this movie. Yeah it is childishly amusing to see drawings reenacted on a large screen. But for a story like Watchmen, mere shadow-puppetry does not suffice. I just really wish more time was invested in pacing the script and developing the mystery aspect and less time on animating glowing blue penises.

Saturday Night Special, Sunday is Kid's Day

So before I get to the regular stuff, I wanted to mention I saw Watchmen last night. I'll get around to putting up the painful review. It will be like prying the wings off of a small insect. Look forward to it!!

[note: the links below that contain a (2) or (3) have been linkbun.ched from 2 or 3 links]
But for now Sunday is Kid's Day . . . is Kid's Day . . . is Kid's Day. I've been meaning to post something of an ode to the pregnant imagination of childhood, the host of whimsy. And boy do I have a list of stuff to hoist on your grey matter, starting off with a big salute to yesteryear cartoonists: Hergé(3), Mary Tourtel & Alfred Bestall of Rupert, Mordicai Gerstein, Crockett Johnson(3), C.C. Beck(2), Moebius(2), and the inimitable Winsor McCay(3). I am gaining interest in Amelia Rules!, Aki Alliance by Ryan Estrada, as well as Akiko/Miki Falls creator Mark Crilleywhose work I've known about for about 10 years. Also the charming macabre of: Emily, Coraline, Edward Gorey and Stefan Bucher of Daily Monster. Do any of these artists and creators have inherent relevance to each other? Hardly, they just top my list as people with superlative imaginations. I'm sure there's more, but of time and space there is not much.

Last but not least a tribute to the wonderful imaginations of Audrey Kawasaki, Amy Sol, Barnaby Ward, and Jason Levesque.

Before I forget have you been to: Drawn.ca or Welcome Friend or Foe?

And now Things I love about Canada: Corner Gas, Kate Beaton, Bryan O' Malley, Rhodes Brothers, O Canada Shorts, poutine, Gabrielle Miller (don't be lazy find your own links. besides i'm tired.)

and then there's vid-joes


Sunday, March 1, 2009

I want to learn French

So you mean to tell me I don't have to wait till Sunday to start a new post, even if I want it to post on Sunday? Well, duhhhhh. Seriously people, it never struck me to start this off in the middle of the week (or in this case the beginning) and to work on it through till Sunday. I guess I assumed I'd be busy.

So here's the skinny. The plan was to watch No Country For Old Men, which is due back tomorrow. But I finished Persepolis last night, and it left such a large impression on me. And now I'm curious about immersing myself in French, learning to say a few rudimentary things, while figuring out if it really does complement Spanish.

Years ago a coworker told me that he understood French very easily because of his native Spanish. Now more than ever in my life am I finally interested in learning the Romance language that sounds like sloshing red wine in your mouth while kissing your lover.

And now for the complete 180. Saturday Night: Decided to treat myself to a movie theater. This blonde with a turtleneck glances back at me in the parking lot, and watches me as I pass her looking for an open spot. Too bad it takes another 10 minutes to find one. I turn the corner walking to the ticket booth area, and there she is again, though I distinctly feel her eyes scanning me for recognition. Do I know her? Does she know me? Did I just land in the Twilight Zone? Now from a distance she resembles somebody I worked with years ago in a different city. But then again from a distance my astigmatism could make Nadya Suleman and Angelina Jolie indistinguishable (I hate that I made that reference). So back to the Twilight Zone, it occurs to me as I walk down the way to get some coffee that this girl is on a blind date. When I return to buy my ticket, she is still sitting by the fountain, and in a matter of minutes she gets up and leaves apparently stood up. I hope she didn't think I wussed out. Waitaminnit I wasn't her blind date. This is the Twilight Zone!

What a prelude to what I want to call the romantic movie that kicks the ass of all other romantic movies. My review blurb might read Not since Romeo & Juliet has a love story thrown us through the tempest of fate. Slumdog Millionaire is based off the novel Q&A, which I imagine to be an allegory of the residue of the caste system of India in the post-modern age of capitalism, with a tone similar to Kite Runner, which sadly is the most recent piece of literature I've read to which I can make a comparison. As far as films, the outstanding documentary Born Into Brothels, paints a picture of Calcutta's Red Light District that perhaps is similar to Mumbai. Other films I thought of were City of God, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind which I have not yet seen, and Invisible Children.

And now time for stuff:


Hannah Friedman - is the youngest person to be featured in Newsweek; is writing her first book; comes from a musical family and sings a great tune about Neuroses, and is overall a Queen of Pastiche. She drops the science.


Yes.com
I use this several times a week to track down music I hear in the car, but forget somewhere during the commute. All you need are the call-letters to see the week-long song log.







Catsuka is a French language website devoted to animation. It's got production images from tv shows and movies, artist spotlights, and trailers for both big budget and amateur animated productions. If only I could read French . . . . (hint: I used google's page translate to get the broken-English version)