Monthly Archives: May 2016
I suppose it’s possible that everyone suddenly cares about Captain America. I saw it happen once before, in 2007, when Ed Brubaker killed him. It was a madhouse in the comic store that day. Mostly it was a madhouse because people wanted to buy multiple copies, but there was one man who dashed in, his body twitching with […]
Someday this meme will successfully make me famous.
From from the third-century Roman text of Aelian’s Historia Animalorum (A.F. Scholfield translation): Partridges while still in the egg and confined by the shell that has formed around them do not wait for their parents to hatch them out, but alone and unaided, like house-breakers, peck through the eggs, peep out, and then lever themselves up, […]
Before they killed the gay character, and before they killed the black character, authors killed children. In the nineteenth century, childhood as a concept was relatively new, and the first thing that happens when art recognizes your demographic is that it kills you off to generate some pathos. I can’t really give examples without spoilers, […]
I. I asked my friends a little while ago collect racist Trump quotes. I got a lot of links, and of course they were all pretty horrible because saying horrible things is, along with going bankrupt and landing on his feet, Trump’s metier. But although Trump is clearly xenophobic and anti-Muslim, it’s hard to catch […]
I recently read a book about street cries, that is to say the old (fifteenth through nineteenth century) cries of London tradesman and merchants. A lot of the book (it’s this one, Andrew White Tuer’s London Cries, later reprinted as Old London Street Cries and the Cries of Today, with Heaps of Quaint Cuts) was […]