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Dec. 7th, 2006 07:15 amA compilation of Wilhelms. Sweet like candy.
Dec. 7th, 2006
A compilation of Wilhelms. Sweet like candy.
A review of '06
Dec. 7th, 2006 05:31 pmThe Bitter Guide YEAR! IN! REVIEW!
[fanfare]
Yayyy! People are starting to do the annual "what was my first post of the month" thingy, which I eschew because it's sad.
However, now's as good a time as any to once again look over the past year, and see what garnered the most conversation/debate/discussion in TBG.
Let us start with December of last year, as I did this last in that month.
December's high mark was It Haunts Me Still, my paean to the FX of Jurassic Park. NInja T-Rex aside, that movie is still a big Awesome sundae, with little raptor shaped chocolate awesome sprinkles, with a mara-awesome cherry on top. Also of prominence were the Resolution to the Dr. Doom's dialogue discussion (the DDDD as we call it here at the house of ideas) and The Degrees of Kissology.
January's high point was this installment of a question meme, where everyone got to ask me one question, and ask they did. Also popular was this post from the day after Supercar was broken into, as well as The Pulse Pounding, Senses-Shattering ORIGIN of The Bitter Guy! and part of the never ending Brokeback Mountain jokes.
Man, those Brokeback jokes were awesome. I love Dewback Mountain and Sleestak Mountain the best.
February, the shortest month, was by no means the dullest! Not terribly interesting, mind you, but not dull. By any means.
The most vigorous discussion was about Frank Miller’s impending Batman Vs Al Qaeda book. Let me tell you, discussing Miller is almost as dangerous as discussing Byrne. It’s also amusing to see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
schismatic hop in with “why do you love the terrorists?” That always makes me feel fuzzy inside.
In other, equally nerdy discussions, we mourned the passing of Alpha Flight. You will live always in our hearts, Puck!
Then, it was a discussion on how people buy milk. Yes, these are the important discussions of our time.
March was in like a lion, and out like a lamb, and in between, we talked about Fanfic and Broderbund’s classic Print Shop program.
In the month of fools, we complained about Infinite Crisis, asked what comes after Mony Mony. That was a fun poll.
In the merry, merry month of May, we called Mongoose names, and I asked about Beer and B5.
June saw things start to get interesting, as YHB launched into a flame war with some grade school comics blogger. Man, that was a great time. Then, Batman and Snake Eyes met in a Hoo’d Win for the ages. The battle is still controversial as the last comment, which arrived three and a half months later, shows.
July was fairly quiet, with the exception of more nerdy discussions about sports teams in fictional universes and I Talked all memey. This post, where I didn’t call anyone a hypocrite, could have gotten larger, if I hadn’t locked it down after the lunatic fringe came out of the woodwork.
August continued summer’s doldrums, with interest only piqued by a battle royale between the CSI & Law & Order franchises. L&O squeaked out a victory.
September’s highlight was my recounting of my history with Paul Rocchi, particularly the events of GX 06. Good times, as they say.
In October, a nation was taught to love again by a xenophobic campaign ad, and in November, it came together to offer compassion to suffering Bitter Guy, and was taught to laugh again by Harry Knowles Creepiness.
So, in conclusion, I will once again give you an ode to me. Have a good day:
I'm a laugh a minute roller coaster of shame and delight. I'm a sexual tyrannosaurus with barbed wire knuckles. I can cook a turkey in 7 minutes per pound with my thoughts. When I wake up in the morning, I smell like bubble gum, and when I go to bed, I smell like the beach. Small children adore me, and old people want to adopt me. Poor people assume I'm rich, while wealthy people hold their wallets and call security. I once caused an Air Force NCO to turn crimson/scarlet/magenta twice in two weeks. I've hit bottom and bounced. I'm in charge, but it's not my problem. My left testicle sets off airport security alarms. Space folds around me, and time goes through me. You can see the future in the reflection on my head, and the past in my eyes.
[fanfare]
Yayyy! People are starting to do the annual "what was my first post of the month" thingy, which I eschew because it's sad.
However, now's as good a time as any to once again look over the past year, and see what garnered the most conversation/debate/discussion in TBG.
Let us start with December of last year, as I did this last in that month.
December's high mark was It Haunts Me Still, my paean to the FX of Jurassic Park. NInja T-Rex aside, that movie is still a big Awesome sundae, with little raptor shaped chocolate awesome sprinkles, with a mara-awesome cherry on top. Also of prominence were the Resolution to the Dr. Doom's dialogue discussion (the DDDD as we call it here at the house of ideas) and The Degrees of Kissology.
January's high point was this installment of a question meme, where everyone got to ask me one question, and ask they did. Also popular was this post from the day after Supercar was broken into, as well as The Pulse Pounding, Senses-Shattering ORIGIN of The Bitter Guy! and part of the never ending Brokeback Mountain jokes.
Man, those Brokeback jokes were awesome. I love Dewback Mountain and Sleestak Mountain the best.
February, the shortest month, was by no means the dullest! Not terribly interesting, mind you, but not dull. By any means.
The most vigorous discussion was about Frank Miller’s impending Batman Vs Al Qaeda book. Let me tell you, discussing Miller is almost as dangerous as discussing Byrne. It’s also amusing to see
schismatic hop in with “why do you love the terrorists?” That always makes me feel fuzzy inside. In other, equally nerdy discussions, we mourned the passing of Alpha Flight. You will live always in our hearts, Puck!
Then, it was a discussion on how people buy milk. Yes, these are the important discussions of our time.
March was in like a lion, and out like a lamb, and in between, we talked about Fanfic and Broderbund’s classic Print Shop program.
In the month of fools, we complained about Infinite Crisis, asked what comes after Mony Mony. That was a fun poll.
In the merry, merry month of May, we called Mongoose names, and I asked about Beer and B5.
June saw things start to get interesting, as YHB launched into a flame war with some grade school comics blogger. Man, that was a great time. Then, Batman and Snake Eyes met in a Hoo’d Win for the ages. The battle is still controversial as the last comment, which arrived three and a half months later, shows.
July was fairly quiet, with the exception of more nerdy discussions about sports teams in fictional universes and I Talked all memey. This post, where I didn’t call anyone a hypocrite, could have gotten larger, if I hadn’t locked it down after the lunatic fringe came out of the woodwork.
August continued summer’s doldrums, with interest only piqued by a battle royale between the CSI & Law & Order franchises. L&O squeaked out a victory.
September’s highlight was my recounting of my history with Paul Rocchi, particularly the events of GX 06. Good times, as they say.
In October, a nation was taught to love again by a xenophobic campaign ad, and in November, it came together to offer compassion to suffering Bitter Guy, and was taught to laugh again by Harry Knowles Creepiness.
So, in conclusion, I will once again give you an ode to me. Have a good day:
I'm a laugh a minute roller coaster of shame and delight. I'm a sexual tyrannosaurus with barbed wire knuckles. I can cook a turkey in 7 minutes per pound with my thoughts. When I wake up in the morning, I smell like bubble gum, and when I go to bed, I smell like the beach. Small children adore me, and old people want to adopt me. Poor people assume I'm rich, while wealthy people hold their wallets and call security. I once caused an Air Force NCO to turn crimson/scarlet/magenta twice in two weeks. I've hit bottom and bounced. I'm in charge, but it's not my problem. My left testicle sets off airport security alarms. Space folds around me, and time goes through me. You can see the future in the reflection on my head, and the past in my eyes.
There's a TV Guide interview with Joss Whedon about his new Buffy comic series (season 8).
There's a preview of the first few pages, with a nice denial of the events of The Girl in Question.
There's a preview of the first few pages, with a nice denial of the events of The Girl in Question.
