The Funnest Thing an Objectivist Has Ever Produced, Ever ...

Back when I did my review of An American Carol I determined that there's a difference between a fan and a cheerleader and most ideological art has the latter instead of the former. When I read the comments on An American Carol that said shit like, "I loved it! I'm going back with 12 of my friends!" and nothing more, I determined that these people CANNOT BE FANS because people who are fanatic about something do not bring 12 of their friends to see something, they talk about it so much -- quoting the lines repeatedly, at the very least -- that their friends are sick of hearing about it before they're even dragged in the theater/to the bookstore/wherever. Fans are why the worst thing you can do is see Monty Python and the Holy Grail with someone who can recite all the lines.

That sort of shit is about fun. Cheerleaders are about propping up the philosophy of a certain ideology professed by the work. They are not that interested in fun unless that fun involves beating the other team. I don't know that much about Objectivism beyond what I've picked up through cultural osmosis and some anti-Objectivist essays. (I own a copy of Atlas Shrugged that's remained unread for more than a year.) But from everything I've heard they're not big on this "fun" thing. Usually they scoff at anyone who likes Ayn Rand's novels for anything OTHER than a way bring the philosophy to the masses. Or at least that's what the Hank/Francisco slashers tell me, anyway.

That is not me. I am about fun. And I come to introduce you to the Funnest Objectivist Thing Ever: Mr. A.

( The Epic Battle Between the Jarheads and the Nimrods Starts HERE! )

Best Comic Fan Day Ever ...

Me: [surfing surfing surfing ... finds this list.]

Me: Ooooh ... well, I have some of those at least. Where's the original?

[Finds it.]

Me: Ah ... the snooty list. Well, at least I have #40 (and others). Mmmm ... but this list slightly depresses me. It seems even when you go to the far quality corners of comics, you still run up against the white, male, straight monolith. That's kind of a drag.

[surf surf surf ... finds THIS! (occasionally NSFW)]

Me: ... oooooooh.

[reads everything tonight]

Me: Yay! Yay! ... Hey, wait a minute! [flips through "True Porn 2" trade, gasps!] I KNOW THIS ARTIST! I LOVED HER BIT! SHE IS STILL GOOD! :D :D :D Yaaaaaaay!

(I have a long love-hate relationship with webcomics, so this is really significant. I'll tell you guys about it later.)

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I also watched the huge-ass Lynda Carter Wonder Woman pilot and it was great. You heard me, great. I loved it. I'm not going to be all "I loved it, but it was campy" or say I love it because it's stupid. No, I genuinely like it and found it really satisfying. Yeah, it's not incredibly sophisticated or serious, but it's not half as corny as that Live-Action Sailor Moon that I watched every episode of. (Even when my Windows Media player decided to play most of it in Pause-O-Vision for the last half of the season.) My only major complaints were the Nazi scenes were kind of boring and the fight choreography kind of sucks but I am looking forward to watching the rest of the series. YAY!

(Ironically, I've got a cold and embarrassing pains that made it hard to walk at one point today. Still a good day to be a comic fan, though.)