Flashpoint DC comics gives me cause over pants.

Miniskirts and bikinis are no longer part of superhero attire in DC comics.

Finally.

I had a reader once confuse my bewilderment at someone in swimwear and stiletto heels fighting crime with an attack at women's sexuality.

To set the record straight I don't care what you wear, but don't call me an idiot by trying to convince me that anyone can perform any of these martial arts techniques dressed like 1990's Black Canary without slicing themselves in half.

That said, my inner pre-adolescent will miss Power Girl's costume.


Care to guess why?


-Mind the gap.

Bet you didn't see this coming.

Ho-kay, so it seems that DC Comics is tired of playing second fiddle to Marvel, and opted to wrest the number one spot from them with a one-two marketing that involves renumbering their entire catalog back to #1 and changing everyone's costumes. Again. Because this time it'll work. There is little chatter of improving the content of the stories, making the characters richer and deeper, making the peril ring true, or just more stories that really resonate with the reader.



I'm so excited that I am practically bursting at the seams.

Just a lot of talk of #1's and new costumes; it's 1995 all over again, thank you Mr. Lee.

That was sarcasm.

See you this summer. Oh, yeah, you'll see me at the comic shop every Wednesday, but I'll be the guy getting the newest release from Avatar Press or Dynamite.



Click here for the whole story from the horse's mouth.



-Mind the gap

Yes, another Warren Ellis post

I was thinking about where my ideas come from, because for better or worse, they keep coming- and then I thought back to a couple of years ago to a post that Warren Ellis made on his site about the same thing. He makes a lot of really far-flung statements, and most of which made him sound a little masturbatory and quite insane. That was two years ago. I revisited the same post today, and his rantings of feeling like he could understand what would happen if "Einstein’s brain was placed into the body of a young tyrannosaur, stuffed full of amphetamines and suffused with Sex Radiation" made TOTAL sense.


I know that feeling. I know what it is like to step back from the computer, and realizing that I did a week's work in two hours and haven't eaten all day, and my brain is FIRE. My thoughts can strangle you from across the room and make you plead with me for more. That is the greatest high, and the only drug that I need. To fill my brain with data and engulf the world with the flames behind my eyes. There is nothing that comes close to that. I will do this forever, and I will make you watch.

You will love me for it.
Here's Warren's post

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There is nothing not awesome about this.

-click to see the image-
Blowin' your mind like the Big Bang.

Robots talk to each other

Yes, science is awesome, but sometimes, it's a little shortsighted. Apparently, nobody at the University of Queensland and Queensland University of Technology has seen a Terminator movie, because if they did, they may have thought twice about making robots capable of creating their own language and speaking to one another.

Not a big deal?

Think back at high school when the Brazilian exchange students were tittering in the back of class, pointing at you and whispering in Portuguese and you hadn't a clue what they were talking about, because even your Spanish chupa'd.

Now imagine that same feeling of dread and uncertainty, then multiply it by a factor of any number that you can count to, because the two hot Brazilian chicks? They are now titanium-plated roving dreadnoughts and armed to the eyeballs with rockets and can smell your fear.


Shown: The appropriate response.

Seriously, this is a great day for science, and one step closer to truly understanding the human condition through machines.

Or is it?

What's the worst that can happen?





-Mind the gap

Everything comes down to poo!

Sometimes, science gets icky. Such as right now. E. coli can now be genetically modified used to change the color of your ca-ca to test your insides for toxins and contaminants.

Here's the story(and some pics of pooh-pooh).
No, I am not posting pics of the poly-chromatic poo. So I'll just post one of Turk and JD.




"Cuz the answer's not in your head, my dear- it's in your butt!"


-Mind the gap... and wash your hands.

Paraplegic man now moving!

How? NEUROSCIENCE!

I heard this story on NPR this morning. Truly amazing stuff.


Now, to get a Robospine™ and a MechaFist™ to go with my ZombieHand™