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Today is, by the way, my birthday.

I can no longer say, well, watch:

You laugh, but I'd pay money for this.

Which is, no doubt, a judgment against me.

Erin Palette and the First Ever Writing Credit.

She's very proud, and justifiably so: Colonial Ministry of Information propaganda posters about the Cylons just don't write themselves, you know.

So go buy some, so that people will give her money. Because that makes it even better.

Today's Very Cool Site.

Sillof's Workshop. Home of the Gaslight Justice League, which is a Steampunk re-imaging of the Justice League of America.

I would say that this sort of thing is like porn to me, except that I suspect that this sort of thing is already porn to various people. It is still, however, very very cool.

In *My* World, Superheroes...

Because Eric Burns is taking a break from writing stuff, too, to... write other stuff, here we go:

In my world, superheroes stand up one more time than the villains knock them down.
In my world, superheroes have an origin story.
In my world, superheroes can have an origin story that simply goes, "Enough was enough."
In my world, superheroes do not have to have powers, but they do have to have integrity and courage.
In my world, superheroes are drawn from all of humanity.
In my world, superheroes do this because they must.
In my world, superheroes do not care how hokey they seem to the cynical.
In my world, superheroes can have bad days.
In my world, superheroes believe in the ideals that they espouse, even if they cannot live up to them.
In my world, superheroes do not whine.
In my world, superheroes will put aside the petty for the sake of the important.
In my world, superheroes may not always be on the side of the law, but they will always be on the side of good.
In my world, superheroes do not lightly choose to be not on the side of the law.
In my world, superheroes do not use the mask as an excuse for license.
In my world, superheroes aspire.
In my world, superheroes can lurk in the hearts of even the worst villains, waiting for a moment of weakness.
In my world, superheroes Hold. The. Line.

Moe

PS: Also, in my world, superheroes do not wear capes.

CompUSA is going bankrupt.

Which is of interest to me solely in terms of this video. It's certainly something, though damned if I know what that something is.

Via Engadget, via Dan Collins (warning: political site).

Mind you, I knew this already.

PSA

While we're waiting for Eric Burns' excellent Gossamer Commons to start up again - and is that Amadan who I think it is? - I would like to take this opportunity to remind our dear, dear friends from the other side of the Veil:

Never trust a Human.

Never.  Trust.  A.  Human.

NEVER TRUST A HUMAN.

Remember Space 1999?

Neither did I, but that show has fans.  Then again, as my wife reminded me, so does Jem and the Holograms.

There's some indication that both ancient Greek and Egyptian history has some fairly significant gaps to it; areas where anything from years to centuries are just - gone.  There have been some very entertaining theories on the subject, often coming from Ken Hite, but I submit that the answer is more prosaic: they were deliberately imposed in order to hide the ancient equivalents of Space 1999, Jem and the Holograms, pet rocks and anything found here.

I believe that we may need to emulate this policy.  Feel free to add your own candidates.

I have finally watched the Battlestar Galactica miniseries.

My God.

My God.

I mean, I knew that the original series sucked.  I watched it, you understand.  I was aware of the bad acting and plots and well, just about everything except the ships and the flight costumes.  And the Cylons looked neat.  But it was awful, in that very special way that only Seventies television programs can aspire to.  And I thought that I knew how awful it was.

But I didn't, because I didn't know how it could have been done.

My God.

My God.