Showing posts with label thundercats HO. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thundercats HO. Show all posts

April 16, 2008

Transmissions from the Blue Lion

See, I told you Rollie was only temporarily stuck in the trash compactor that is life. It happens to the best of us. In fact, I don't really have time today to sit and stew and vent my cho-cha at the universe, but I've been up since 2am cursing the pollens and the demons Hagar sends to me every night this week so far --lady, give a princess a break. Since I'm already up, I've been scanning the Galactic Transmissions since about 3am. I was looking for Transmissions from Venus, but Earth is in that direction too, so it's 2 for the price of 1.

It's a new feature. Tasty, bite-sized news chunklets from deep within the Blue Lion. If you've got a good idea for a name for this BRAND-NEW feature, go ahead and leave it in the comments. I'll personally pick out three comic books from my collection and send them to the person who comes up with the best name. Fine. Or not, maybe I'll just keep them all to myself. Meh. Without further ado here's some stray news transmissions.



"Buck, 29, a former Oakland Tribune multimedia intern, used the ubiquitous short messaging service to tap out a single word on his cellular phone: ARRESTED. The message went out to the cell phones and computers of a wide circle of friends in the United States and to the mostly leftist, anti-government bloggers in Egypt who are the subject of his graduate journalism project.

The next day, he walked out a free man with an Egyptian attorney hired by UC Berkeley at his side and the U.S. Embassy on the phone."

Now, you try and tell me that building a cyber community is somehow less valid, frivolous, and not worthwhile in today’s world.

Please read the full article and take the time to sign the petition to free the still imprisoned Egyptian translator and journalist the student was with. Having an opinion that differs from that of the ruling class and voicing that opinion should NEVER be a crime, much less a crime that is punishable by prison time and possible torture. (via D@n)



Gator blood may hold the keys to curing herpes.

I shit you not.

"Researchers hunting for new antibiotics might get some aid from gator blood. Scientists are zeroing in on snippets of proteins found in American alligator blood that kill a wide range of disease-causing microbes and bacteria, including the formidable MRSA or methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus. Previous experiments have revealed that gator blood extract cripples many human pathogens, including E. coli, the herpes simplex virus and some strains of the yeast Candida albicans. The serum's antimicrobial power probably derives from protein bits called peptides. Widespread among reptiles and amphibians, several such germ-fighting peptides have been isolated from the skin of frogs in recent years.

"It seems Mother Nature has built in a circulating system of antimicrobial factories that protect the animals while they are waiting to develop the cell-mediated response that we would develop quickly..."

Let's ride this wave of good news as long as we can and end on a light and funny note.

Thundercats are loose on the Houses of Parliament!

Last night, the Thundercats symbol for help was projected onto Parliament in London. I love whoever did this. That is twelve kinds of awesome. I can just imagine Lion-o locked in a battle to the death with Tony Blair and Margaret Thatcher, and thinking, "Oh fuck, they're relentless and cannot be beaten. They're gonna kill me and eat me; time to call for help! Thundercats Hoooooooooo!"

For the record, it was most likely a stunt to promote the new release of Season 2 of the Thundercats on DVD.

Time to head down to Planet Arus. Princess duties call.

February 18, 2008

Just Around the Corner from the Light of Day

I know I should be ready to rip my heart out and beat my breast and wail, but shockingly, I'm doing just fine, a-ok. Better than ok, I'm doing grrrrreat. Valentine's Day? Was a lovely day, and I was unaffected. In fact, I somehow felt oddly strengthened, fortified, purified even. Like I've been tested with the box filled with pain and the poison of Eros' gom jabbar, and I am still human. I didn't even want to drink myself into a stupor or anything. Nope. I was horny, very horny, on V Day, but as there is currently no other lifeform on the planet that I trust enough to fuck with this heart of glass dangling so very enticingly by a safety pin from my everso emo hoodie sleeve, I only want to peg my doppelganger, and then lovingly strangle it before it turns and strangles me. Self love truly is the bestest love of all.

I wrote the above on Valentine's Day when it was all true, but today? Today I learned that when you type the symbol for a broken heart which is on a Sidekick during a Yahoo chat that the person on the other end receives a blank line. This makes me want to cry some more. Buckets. How cyberpoetically sad. It can't rain all the time though. Can it? Can it? Don't answer that! Only Brandon Lee is qualified to answer that, and somehow I think his answer is going to be, "All signs point emphatically to YES."

The sad state of my panties these days is dry, dusty even. After 197 days of self-enforced celibacy, the mere thought of sexual congress with an actual human seems rude and awkward and totally off-putting (unless you live 5 states away and are a REAL man not some pixilated jerk-off masquerading as my soulmate). Actual physical intimacy with someone who lives in my timezone? Scary. Weird. Messy. So, if sex is off the table right now, you may be asking yourself what does set teh_Beauty's loins afire? Or you may not, but for the sake of argument, let's say you are interested. Well then, let me show you what I consider hotter than the hottest PORN.

Yeah, that's right. It's the Thundercats Lair, not even MIB (mint in box). This? This is a panty-soaker. This is the Holy Grail of action figure collecting. The only thing sexier than the Thundercats Lair is this. I can't even post pictures of it. It's too hot to trot. My screen might melt. The only thing I already own on that page is the Sandworm in the box on the card (not mint), and it's the CROWN of my collection. Truly, I am ill if this is what it takes for me to form a blazing sword. But you knew that, right? You didn't come here looking for some well-adjusted womanchild who takes it vanilla, no spice, with a side of shiny and happy? No? I didn't think so. All we have here is spoiled princesses with broken hearts who cry over accidental html markups.

PS. It is shocking how many people wished me Happy VD on Valentine's Day. Folks, I thank you for the effort and the kindly intent but wishing me a Happy Venereal Disease on the day of LOVE is a little...disconcerting, not to mention oogy. Off to form Voltron. Merry Chlamydia to you all and to all a good night.