Who Will Watch the Watchmen?
During my wedding/honeymoon extravaganza, I read my first graphic novel ever. Of course, I didn’t start with your run-of-the-mill comic. Rather, I decided to start with arguably the best graphic novel of all time, at least according to those crazies in charge of the Hugo Award and ranking Time Magazine’s top 100 English language books since 1923. Yes, my intro to the graphic novel genre was none other than The Watchmen, an absolutely brilliant and engrossing look at our apocalypse-focused world through the lens of what is now commonly-held as your standard anti-hero (or heroes). Rather than trying to sum it up on my own, here’s the take from our friends at Wikipedia:
Watchmen is set in 1985, in an alternate history United States where costumed adventurers are real and the country is edging closer to a nuclear war with the Soviet Union (the Doomsday Clock is at five minutes to midnight). It tells the story of a group of past and present superheroes and the events surrounding the mysterious murder of one of their own. Watchmen depicts superheroes as real people who must confront ethical and personal issues, who struggle with neuroses and failings, and who—with one notable exception—lack anything recognizable as super powers. Watchmen‘s deconstruction of the conventional superhero archetype, combined with its innovative adaptation of cinematic techniques and heavy use of symbolism, multi-layered dialogue, and metafiction, has influenced both comics and film.
This novel is great and I highly recommend any of you with an interest in clever social commentary and in exploring different art forms to check it out. However, for those of you too lazy to deal with the 400-page tome, all you need to do is wait for Spring 2009 and you can treat yourself to a cinematic viewing of the story. Much to my delight, Zack Snyder (the same guy who brought us the awesome movie 300 based on Frank Miller’s graphic novel) directed what looks to be a great film tribute to the story. Check out the movie trailer below (if it doesn’t load immediately, just refresh your page). I highly recommend a lot of volume.
Partisan Talk Radio
It’s amazing how divisive and myopic talk radio is these days. I’m listening now to Sean Hannity’s program on Sirius and I’m so bummed that I can’t pick up the phone to dial into his program. Always the maker of ridiculously hypocritical and sensational statements, he is now complaining about a joke that Al Franken apparently made on the topic of rape during a writing session back in his SNL days. The joke was an off-color one to be sure and the fact that it was told years ago should only provide Franken with limited shelter. What bothers me, though, is that there is absolutely no mention of the rape joke that John McCain was purported to have told some 22 years ago. Nor was there a mention of the equally lame and off-color jokes that he continues to tell to this day, including the one about hoping that increased sales of cigarettes would quicken the onset of death for the Iranian people, or the one where he joked that Chelsea Clinton’s homeliness was the result of Janet Reno being her father. I write this not because I’m a fan of Al Franken. In fact, I find him quite annoying. Rather, I want to point out how shamelessly one-sided political commentators are these days. Partisanship is alive and well in Congress for a reason folks.
Love Thy City
Jack White, having said a few things that were less than complimentary of his hometown of Detroit, decided to make amends by writing a poem about the city. I’m a huge Jach White fan, but I’m not sure I like this poem much, which admittedly might have something to do with the subject matter itself. It just seems as though it would be better executed in musical form rather than on a standalone basis. Nonetheless, here’s an excerpt:
Three motors moved us forward,
Leaving smaller engines to wither,
the aluminum, and torpedo,
Monuments to unclaimed dreaming.
Foundry’s piston tempest captured,
Forward pushing workers raptured,
Frescoed families strife fractured,
Encased by factory’s glass ceiling.Detroit, you hold what one’s been seeking,
Holding off the coward-armies weakling,
Always rising from the ashes
not returning to the earth.I so love your heart that burns
That in your people’s body yearns
To perpetuate,
and permeate,
the lonely dream that does encapsulate,
Your spirit, that God insulates,
With courageous dream’s concern.
Where the Hell is Matt?
This is a great video spawned from a great idea. Basically, this guy Matt likes to travel and has a really cheesy dance. He combined those two things and came up with the following piece, which has been watched by over five milion people on YouTube and has received a fair amount of press recently, including a writeup in the International Herald Tribune. And the song is awesome. h/t Coley!
Hitchens on Helms
Each time someone of questionable character passes away, I wait with bated breath for Christopher Hitchens’ sharp-tongued critique of the deceased. After referring to the late Jerry Falwell as a “toad of a man”, Hitchens did similar service to the legacy of Jesse Helms, whom Hitchens described as a “provincial redneck“.
I make no apology for calling him a provincial redneck, because that, to be fair to him once more, was how he thought of himself and even described himself. It was a scandal that a man with so little knowledge of the outside world should have had such a stranglehold on American foreign policy for so long. He once introduced Benazir Bhutto as the prime minister of India. All right, that could have happened to anybody. But what about the hearings on North Korea in which he made repeated references to “Kim Jong the Second”? In order to prevent any repetition of this idiotic gaffe, Helms’ staff propped up a piece of card on which was clearly written the pronunciation “Kim Jong ILL.” The senator from North Carolina duly made the adjustment, referring thenceforth to the North Korean despot as “Kim Jong the Third.”
Only in America
I’ve decided on my future career. Talk radio. To put it more precisely, conservative talk radio. Rush Limbaugh just inked a new deal that is reportedly worth in excess of…wait for it…$300 million over eight years! Included in that is a nine figure signing bonus. Can you imagine? And all this with no college degree. Sean Hannity, whose radio show is second to only Limbaugh’s, also does not have a college degree (though he does have an honorary degree from the highly-esteemed Liberty University). Another conservative blowhard, Glenn Beck, is sans alma mater as well. Gotta love America!
Licensed to Irk

South Carolina is considering allowing people to purchase license plates professing their belief in Christianity. This reminds of those people who pass out at the beach and fall victim to a prankster with a sunscreen bottle who scribbles something like “dork” across their foreheads. Yet these morons would do it voluntarily. Ha!
To France, With Love
According to a recent survey conducted by Expedia, the French rank among the most obnoxious tourists in the world, a mantle us Americans are surely happy to concede. Hehe.
Remember the tightwad tourist whose baggy shorts, frequent complaining and shouted questions about why none of the locals spoke any English made the ugly American the world’s Visitor From Hell? Well, it’s time for Archie Bunker to move over and make way for Petulant Pierre. According to a recent international survey, the French are now considered the most obnoxious tourists from European nations, and behind only Indians and the last-place Chinese as the worst among all countries worldwide. And it’s not only the rest of the world that have a gripe with the Gallic attitude: the French also finished second to last among nations ranking the popularity of its own tourists who vacation at home.

