Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Art Attack: Ben & Rickey's Infinite Crisis Jam

In the summer of 2006, Rickey and I were struck by a bolt of artistic inspiration with the conclusion after over a year of build and execution of DC's Infinite Crisis. Having both done our fair share of promotional work on the book for Wizard, we decided to express our satisfaction with its success while also congratulating our buddy and the event's writer, Geoff Johns, by drawing as many characters featured in the story as we could and turn that into a card for him.

Our process was to trade the card back and forth, each of us doing two or three characters then passing it along to the other guy. We didn't set out with any assigned list of who would draw who, so it was a free for all to nab the folks you wanted most on your first pass and then hope the next batch wasn't taken when it came back to you.

Not surprisingly, I believe I went for the Suicide Squad guys and Flashes first. Rickey took the Big Three of Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman as well as showing a perhaps unhealthy amount of enthusiasm for dead Teen Titans and villains with big heads. I'm not sure if he just got to Superboy before me, really wanted to draw sideburns, or I was still grieving.

Here's what we came back with...


I'd say I'm most pleased with how I did on Captain Cold, Bizarro, the Blue Beetles, Hawkman, Killowog and my random addition of Brother Eye. I was pleasantly surprised with how I managed details in a small space, which I think is pretty well represented in most of the characters I just named. I also appreciate that I drew Bushido with X's for eyes to indicate he was killed by Superboy Prime. I think my Zoom and Sinestro turned horribly wrong.

I love Rickey's Chemo and Wildebeest for how crazy they are and also how he used his style to turn out unique but faithful takes on characters like Golden Age Superman, Dr. Psycho, Hector Hammond, Black Hand, Alan Scott and Mongul; he made the villains look way creepy and the older heroes dignified yet clearly aged. And it goes without saying that his decapitated Pantha is a thing of beauty. However, Aquaman with the little fish swimming by aside, my overall favorite of Rickey's characters is definitely his bone-bearded Doomsday, who just looks cool as hell.

We've certainly got very different styles of drawing, as Rickey is way more comfortable than I am and can cut loose a lot easier while I tend to trip myself up in too many details, but I think we meshed pretty nicely here for a nice little collage. If I could do it over again, I'd have even more of our buds contribute for variety.

Back to 2006, we had our boy Jairo scan in the card so we could keep in in our records, then sent it off to California c/o Geoff.

Somehow it never got there and to this day he's never seen the darn thing.

But a week or so ago, Rickey was going through old files from Wizard and voila: there it was.

So happy fourth anniversary of finishing Infinite Crisis, Geoff! You did great!

Advice from him

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh to all friends.

Muslim scholar...

When i was googling, i found something that attracts my eyes to read the rest of the entry of a website. It is very beneficial advices from Syeikh Abdullah Azzam to us.


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1. Wahai Para Da’i Islam!
Carilah kematian niscaya anda akan dikurniai kehidupan. Janganlah kamu semua sampai tertipu oleh angan-angan kalian. Janganlah kalian sampai tertipu oleh buku-buku yang anda baca dan amalan-amalan sunnah yang anda lakukan sehingga anda melupakan kewajiban2 besar.

2.Wahai Para Ulama Islam!
Majulah kalian untuk memimpin generasi yang ingin kembali kepada Rabb-nya ini. Janganlah kalian cenderung kepada kehidupan dunia.

3.Wahai Kaum Muslimin!
Telah lama kalian tidur nyenyak, sehingga kerosakan bermaharajalela di negeri kalian.

4.Wahai Kaum Wanita!
Jauhilah kehidupan mewah dan megah kerana kemewahan itu musuh jihad, disamping akan merosak jiwa manusia. Hindarilah barang-barang yang tidak terlalu penting dan cukupkanlah dengan keperluan-keperluan asas.

Binalah anak-anak kalian untuk menjadi orang yang biasa susah, jantan, berani dan siap sedia berjihad. Tanamkanlah pada jiwa anak-anak kalian cinta Jihad dan perjuangan. Jadikanlah rumah kamu seperti sarang singa, bukn ladang ayam daging yang   diberi makan utuk disembelih para taghut.

Hiduplah dengan penuh prihatin terhadap musibah kaum Muslimin. Biasakanlah paling tidak sehari dalam seminggu hidup menyerupai kehidupan kaum Muhajirin dan Mujahidin yang hanya memakan sekerat roti   kering dan beberapa teguk air.

5.Wahai Anak-Anak!
Didiklah diri dengan bunyi ledakan bom, dengungan senjata, naguman jet2 perang dan dentuman kereta kebal. Jauhkanlah diri kalian dari dendangan lagu-lagu dan muzik-muzik orang-orang pengumbar nafsu. Jauhkanlah punggung kalian dari tilam orang-orang yang hidup bermewah-mewahan.

6.Wahai Kalian Anak-Anakku!
Sesungguhnya kalian tidak mendapatkan perhatianku kecuali sedikit. Kalian tidak memperoleh pembinaan dariku kecuali sedikit. Ya, aku tidak memberikan perhatian kepada kalian. Tetapi apa yang dapat aku lakukan sementara malapetaka terhadap kaum Muslimin membuat orang hamil melahirkan kandungannya dan musibah yang menimpa Umat Islam membuat rambut bayi-bayi beruban. Demi Allah, aku tidak kuasa hidup tenang sementara api malapetaka membakar hati kaum Muslimin.

Aku tidak rela hidup di tengah-tengah kalian menikmati hidangan-hidangan lazat. Demi  Allah, sejak dulu aku membenci kemewahan, baik dalam pakaian, makanan ataupun tempat tinggal. Aku berusaha mengangkat kalian ke tingkat orang-orang zuhud dan aku jauhkan kalian dari lumpur kemewahan.

Aku wasiatkan kepada kalian agar berpegang teguh kepada Aqidah Salaf   (Ahlus Sunnah wal-Jama’ah) .
Jauhkanlah diri kalian dari sikap berlebih-lebihan. Baca dan hafazlah   Al-Quran. Jagalah lisan, bangunlah malam, lakukanlah puasa sunnah, bergaullah   dengan orang-orang baik, aktiflah bersama gerakan Islam.

Maha Suci Engkau Ya Allah, dan Maha Terpuji Engkau. Aku bersaksi bahwa tiada Ilah kecuali Engkau. Aku memohon keampunan-Mu dan bertaubat   kepada-Mu.

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This is part of his advices to muslim in all over the world.

If we compare the advices with our life, maybe we are far away from a true life style of muslim. Let us change our habits and life style for the sake of youm al-akhirah. Inshallah.

I'm Sick Of Being Sad

i am a slave to my emotions
i cannot fake what i don't feel.
neither can i fake what i do feel.

i am sick of being sad, too.
but this is not a gimmick.

all the sadness, anger, guilt and fear
i wish for them to disappear.
for this is not me.
and as much as i miss the world & you, i miss me more.

to fully heal,
i cannot bury or ignore these emotions.
this healing process takes time.
i need to give my heart time to heal.
but i am not sure how much time i have left.

at times, i thought i got over it
but waves of sadness, anger, guilt and fear keep coming back.
and i hate it when they do.

just waking up is a struggle
that is why i know i am not me.

i beat myself for being weak
but who is the tough cookie?

get me out of this.
i am sick of being sad.

Separuh Jiwaku Pergi



Memang indah semua
Tapi berakhir luka

Benar ku mencintaimu
Tapi tak begini
Kau khianati hati ini
Kau curangi aku

Kau bilang tak pernah bahagia
Selama dengan aku
Itu ucap bibirmu
Kau dustakan semua
Yang kita bina
Kau hancurkan semua


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When a friend asked me to listen to this song this afternoon, it was like poking a blunt HB pencil right through my chest.

O God
Give me the courage to accept things I can't change
Give me the courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Even Superman Has Only Lois Lane! :p




Early in the morning I put breakfast at your table,
and make sure that your coffee has its sugar and cream
Your eggs are overeasy, your toast unlikely,
all that's missing is your morning kiss that used to greet me
Now you say the juice is sour, it used to be so sweet,
and I can't help but to wonder if you're talking about me
We don't talk the way we used to talk, it's hurting so deep,
I've got my pride, I will not cry, but it's making me weak
I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down,
and think that everything is okay
Boy I am only human
This girl needs more than occasional hugs
as a token of love from you to me

I fought my way through the rush hour trying to make it home just for you
I want to make sure that your dinner will be waiting for you
But when you get there, you just tell me you're not hungry at all,
you said you'd rather read the paper and you don't want to talk
You like to think that I'm just crazy when I say that you've changed,
I'm convinced I know the problem, you don't love me the same
You're just going through the motions and you're not being fair,
I've got my pride, I will not cry, still I can't help but care

I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
and think that everything is okay
Boy I am only human...(I'm only human)
This girl needs more than occasional hugs
as a token of love from you to me

I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
and think that everything is okay
Boy I am only human
This girl needs more than occasional hugs
as a token of love from you to me

Oooh, baby
Look into the corners of your mind,
I'll always be there for you through good and bad times,
but I can't be the superwoman that you want me to be
I'll give my everlasting love if you'll return love to me
I'm not your superwoman

I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
and think that everything is okay

Boy I am only human
This girl needs more than occasional hugs
as a token of love from you to me

Oh!!! If you feel it in your heart and you understand me,
stop right where you are, everybody sing along with me!
I'm the kind of girl that can treat you so sweet,
but you got to realize that you got to be sweeter to me

I need love, I need just your love, I'm not your superwoman

Oh Crystal, you utter hussy...

Crystal's greatest infidelity hits, from the recently-collected Avengers: Vision & The Scarlet Witch - A Year in the Life.

To set the scene, at the time of this series, Crystal was married to Quicksilver and had recently given birth to their daughter, Luna. Let's see what our favorite elemental Inhuman/village bicycle is up to...




Why I never!

For those of you who didn't want to blow up the panels, let me share some highlights from Crystal Rationalization Theater:

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CRYSTAL - "We've always had to sneak before, Norman -- what with Wanda and Vizh living so close by! But now that they're on vacation--! Oh, it's so perfect!"

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NORMAN: "If only you weren't married--!" (She knows how to pick 'em!)

CRYSTAL: "Now, Norman, we promised we weren't going to talk about that!"

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NORMAN: "Let's tell [Quicksilver]! Tell him you want a divorce and stop sneaking around!"

CRYSTAL: "Well...easy for you to say! You don't have nearly as much to lose!" (Norman, you selfish asshole!)

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CRYSTAL: "It's better I continue to tell [Quicksilver] I miss Earth, take the anti-pollution potion (Science!), and come down for fabulous weekends -- and I do mean fabulous, hunk-o!" ("Hunk-o" is Inhuman Royal Family for "convenient")

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Annnnnd scene!

All together now...

OH CRYSTAL! (Cue laugh track and closing theme)

Futura Magazine featuring Bonzie


A special thanks to the lovely folks at "Futura" magazine for featuring 'bonzie' in the latest edition of their mag!

Basketweave cake

I've just completed the Wilton course 2....on the final day I've to decorate the cake with the basket weave theme...... the flowers...daisies,daffodils,pansies,victorian roses,apple blossoms,violets & primroses are made from royal icing.
Perfect for hantaran....

Birthday Cupcakes


30 pcs vanilla chocolate rice for 1 yr baby girl & 6 yrs old boy.....Thanks Nana

flowers


Flowers cookies...

Studio Shot ...

A wee capture of the corner of the studio today. A bunch of bonzie trademark handmade silk wraps sitting pretty on order for a lovely Bride in the UK.
Be sure to look us up if you are also keen to adorn your bridemaids in a collection of these beauties in your chosen colour scheme.
Custom Wrap Orders Welcome.

Were We That Easy To Forget?

Things Are Never What They Seem

things are NEVER what they seem.

i don't want to see things the same way again after 110610.

things are NEVER what they seem.

only true genuine ones would understand this.

things are NEVER what they seem.

for if they were, life would have been perfect.

and everyone knows, there is nothing perfect except Him.

wallahualam.


Write & I Shall Heal

You Know It's Bad When You Can't Even Cry It Out



SubhanAllah.

It's been a true emotional roller-coaster these last 2 weeks.
Been to the bottom of an endless chasm.

My body was in so much shock that it didn't have any fluid to turn it into tears.
Since the discoveries, I haven't cried a tear.
That, to me, isn't good.

No matter how macho - eh, macho plak - no matter how strong we think we are, crying it out helps.
But I haven't managed to do that.
Emotional amputation?

People thought I was a tough cookie
But in actuality, I am only human.
I crashed.
Almost thought that was the end of me.

Only God can present me with such challenge and only He can help me heal.
Only He can make things happen... or not.

The one thing that keeps my sanity and keeps me at peace is when I am with Him.
I have done so many mistakes in my life, might have abandoned Him along the way, too.
For that, I am embarrassed.

I cry even when I am asleep but I can never see the tears.

Today, another 'news' came in.

MasyaAllah.

Write & I Shall Heal.

Happy Birthday, Uncle Ray

Ray Harryhausen is 90 today. It says so on my Simpsons calendar and my Simpsons calendar don't lie.

There was a suitably 'star-studded' tribute at BFI South Bank - formerly the NFT - last week, and there's a cracking Harryhausen exhibition titled The Fantastical Worlds of Ray Harryhausen at the Academy building on Wilshire Boulevard. I've seen a lot of the stuff before in other RH exhibitions in Bradford and the late, lamented Museum of the Moving Image in London, but it's the most comprehensive.

Because of the way the foam rots and the armatures get cannibalised, what survives has the air of precious medieval relics... for me the high spot was the stripped armature of the 7th Voyage cyclops, one leg missing, on Ray's actual animation bench. Some of the stuff I've seen before; three of the skeletons from Jason (one of them, if I recall correctly, repurposed from Sinbad) and some hard rubber 'stand in' models cast from the moulds and used for lighting, but lots that I hadn't... a crumbly squid, the flying saucers (tiny!), some breakaway model sets, and loads of original sketches and storyboards.

My friend Archie Tait attended the London tribute and reckons that Harryhausen is one of the most important artists of the 20th century. And I reckon Archie's right. His films are unique, and will remain so; never again will a mainstream commercial feature be handcrafted with one person supplying so much of the concept, design, fabrication, execution, and performance. He may have had assistants on the original Clash of the Titans, but that was nothing compared to the anonymous flashmob of (undoubtedly talented) animators involved in the remake.

I've seen Ray speak once and had the honour of interviewing him onstage twice. And in Stockport's restored art deco Plaza Cinema I introduced him and Forry Ackerman when they spoke before a Festival screening of the restored print of King Kong.

Proudest moment? When he walked over to me in the hotel bar, jabbed me in the chest, and said, "I remember you! From Preston!"

(He'd accepted an invitation to visit the Preston SF group about three years before; he, his wife Diana, and family friend Philip Strick lodged at the small hotel in my village.)

The Academy exhibition runs until August 22nd. In the meantime, another exhibition opens today at the London Film Museum housed in the old County Hall building, south of the river. It's called Ray Harryhausen - Myths and Legends and I believe it's a touring collection that I've seen under that name before.

But - and this is hot news, apparently, just announced - Ray is offering to donate his archive and the accumulated materials of a life's work to the National Media Museum in Bradford. According to the BBC news website:
Harryhausen said: "Now I have reached 90 it is important, certainly in my profession which does not have a reputation for looking after cinematic artefacts, to preserve my art in all its forms - models, drawings, equipment etc, and that this will be available for future generations."

Paul Goodman, head of collections and knowledge at the National Media Museum, said: "With our proven expertise in caring for, exhibiting and interpreting such a range of artefacts, the museum is an ideal place for this extensive and remarkable archive."
How cool is that?


As a bonus at the Academy, down in the lobby on Wilshire, there's a similar exhibition of stuff honouring Chuck Jones. Which is a peek into another universe of brilliance, that I'll say something about another time.

Take It From Here - Skeptically

Sometimes, sometimes the world gets hard

Oh na na na
I'm gonna take it from there girl
Don't you worry

I wanna be your lake or your bay
And any problems that you have
I wanna wash 'em away
I wanna be your sky
So blue and high
And everytime you think of me
I wanna blow your mind

I wanna be your air
So sweet and fair
So when you feel that you can't breathe
Ma, I'll be there

I wanna be your answer, all the time
When you see how I put your life before mine
With no question

When all the love feels gone
And you can't carry on
Don't worry, girl
I'm gonna take it from here
Just as sure as the sun will shine
Every morning, everytime
Don't worry, girl
I'm gonna take it from here

I wanna hold your hands
Review all your plans
I wanna make sure everyone of your dreams will stand
I wanna be your broadway show on review
(Why)
So I can act out how God was when he made you
I wanna be your lighthouse when you get lost
I'll light a bright and shining path to help you across
I wanna be your mother, wait
See what I see
And when you see that can't nobody hold you like me
Cause I love you

When all the love feels gone
And you can't carry on
Don't worry, girl
I'm gonna take it from here
(Take it from here, baby)
Just as sure as the sun will shine
Every morning, everytime
Don't worry, girl (no no)
I'm gonna take it from here

And when there's no one there to hold
And you realize the world is cold
Don't worry, girl
I'm gonna take it from here
That's what I'm gonna do
Just as sure as the sun will shine
Every morning, everytime
(Don't you worry, baby girl, baby girl)
Don't worry, girl
(Baby girl)
I'm gonna take it from here
(I'll take you whereever you want)

Give me one reason why we should not be leaving
This world is so deceiving, the time is now
Let's fly away speeding
Through the Garden of Eden
Where all the sweet breathing of love surrounds

When all the love feels gone
And you can't carry on
Don't worry, girl
I'm gonna take it from here
Just as sure as the sun will shine
Every morning, everytime
Don't worry, girl (no no)
I'm gonna take it from here

Give me one reason
Why we should not be leaving
This world is so deceiving
The time is now
Lets fly away speeding
(We'll fly away)
Through the Garden of Eden
Where all the sweet and breathing
Of love surrounds
(Lets get away)

When all the love feels gone
And you can't carry on
Don't worry, girl
I'm gonna take it from here
Just as sure as the sun will shine
Every morning, everytime
Don't worry, girl
I'm gonna take it from here
(I got somethin' I wanna tell ya baby)

Love ain't always the way they write in books
(No, no)
See there's the good guys
And also heartbreak crooks
Your hearts the real book
Just take a look inside
'Cause it's a colorful illustrated guide

So there you go
Don't worry
I'll be the one
To help you weather the storm
I'll be there mami
No matter what time
No matter what place
You can always count on me
I'll take it from here



I accidentally came across this song ‘Take It From Here’ by Justin Timberlake last night.
Haven't heard the tune, yet, though. Just read the lyrics.

Don't you just wish that somebody was actually writing this song FOR YOU?

Then again, I've become very sceptical of anything nice nowadays.
I don't believe AT ALL that there are men - dead or alive - who can be this sweet, understand these words, could write such song for a girl - sober or drunk! (then again, when you're intoxicated, anything is possible, so I was told!)

I am hopelessly romantic at heart.
Hopelessly.

If merajuk, I do expect to be pujuk like no tomorrow.
That's how hopeless, I am.

Slalu berangan all the sweet things that a man would never do for me.
S-E-L-A-L-U!
Of course I know for one, none of the things I berangan will ever come true.
1. Because men are naturally KAYU to the max!
2. If not, tak de la namanyeh berangan, kan! :p

I am very old-school when it comes to falling in love.
Love the feeling but it sux, too.

I love like there's no tomorrow but of course I get hurt like no tomorrow, too.
Love comes before anything, because I believe without it, life would not meaning anything.
Love for God.
Love for yourself.
Love for your family.
Your siblings.
Your friends. Real friends.

I am a very one-man woman.
I am silly when it comes to this.
Very traditional. Sometimes, stupid jugak when I think of it.
Y'know those kinda crap "no fun without you" BS!
That's why I say I am silly when I am in love!

Almost everything in life... I learn the hard way.
And, I reckon nothing's gonna change.

Learning love the hard way is just an understatement of the definition for the word "hard".

Write & I Shall Heal.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Vanilla Twilight




The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here

I'll watch the night turn light-blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly

The silence isn't so bad
'Til I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly


I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia
Chills me to the bone

But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist-deep in thought because
When I think of you I don't feel so alone

I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone

As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight
I'll think of you tonight

When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again

And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh, if my voice could reach
Back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear
Oh darling, I wish you were here

Linko! L

Damn! When Ben and I decided to start adding Roman Numerals to this thing, part of the reason was because I didn't really know how that system developed as it got passed SuperBowl numbers. 50 is L. How about that?


* Jeez Louise, you guys...if there is just one link you HAVE to check out this week, it's Foreign Policy's gallery of photos from a circa early '60s book on life in Afghanistan. Above: co-ed college students study Biology. So many more amazing pictures that combat the gross "Afghans are stone age savages" rhetoric out there these days it's INSANE.

* And hey, not to make this too political (but I guess why not because it's our fucking blog), but with all the news coverage of the piece, I don't see why anyone wouldn't want to read the Michael Hasting's Rolling Stone profile of General Stanley McChrystal that caused his firing. [SIDE NOTE: Was everyone REALLY that surprised that Rolling Stone wrote such a story? They've been covering war in general and our current wars in particular for years. Has every on air talent at CNN, MSNBC and Fox literally never read a copy of America's biggest Rock N Roll magazine?]

As a follow up to the initial profile, I'll say that a lot of the time I defer to my brother the Iraqi War veteran Brian's opinion on most matters involving our military, and like him, I agree that there are some interesting points made about what exactly McChrystal was fired for in this D.B Grady post at The Atlantic. I mean, Grady comes off like a total ass clown when he gets into his "Obama has given up on victory in Afghanistan" track later on, but I guess I'm just glad that someone is questioning whether or not the General really said anything worthy of being called insubordinate or worse.

* OK, on to comics! The I Love Rob Liefeld blog has another of its super helpful roundups of comics in book form worth buying. Go check it out and start setting aside cash now!

* Did you know that CBR has the entire first issue of David Hine and Shaky Kane's Bulletproof Coffin up to read for free. Well, WE DO! Go check it out!


* Sean T. Collins crack Link: i09 has a pretty radical gallery of He-Man concept art up, although the blogger who posted it seems not to quite grok the awesomeness of Masters of the Universe.

* Semi-related Link?: Sean blogged this as well, and I think it was Chris Ward who first drew our attention to it, but the Slate revisiting on the Dick Tracy movie is SO worth your time.

* I kind of know about this show because I see its commercials on those odd nights I'm up at 3:00 AM watching Spider-Man And His Amazing Friends repeats, but apparently that "Phineas and Ferb" show on Disney XD is on its way to being a Spongebob-level hit for the kid set. Who know, bro?

* Finally, thanks to my bud "I'm down like" Cullen Brown for this thought-provoking link on the potential dangers of 3D movies.

Ask, And You Shall Receive

when you are in distress or suffering from anxiety:
Hadith #599 narrated by Abdullah ibn Abbas in Sunan Abu Dawood, The Prophet (pbuh) said:
if anyone continually asks pardon, Allah will appoint for him a way out of every distress, and a relief from every anxiety, and will provide for him from where he did not reckon

Sunday, June 27, 2010

The sad, squandered potential of Kitchen Confidential

Today’s television climate has made me a paranoid consumer.

Shows get canceled so quickly and sometime with such random rationale that it feels like the freakin’ wild West, man (not really, but that’s a great go-to analogy). I get super-excited about the new Fall season and reading what new programs are debuting, then almost immediately pull back and won’t watch anything without a season behind it for fear I’ll get abandoned on a cliffhanger four episodes in.

I’ll generally subscribe to the theory that if I watch a first season on DVD, then I’m safe to get into season two, but even that can backfire (thank you, Dirty Sexy Money). And hype is no proper barometer either as the stuff with the all-star line-ups and huge marketing campaigns tanks as easily as the under-the-radar sleepers (I’m pretty glad I didn’t put any eggs in the FlashForward basket, but I’m pretty psyched Parenthood will be back in the fall).

To varying degrees, shows like Firefly, Better Off Ted, Veronica Mars, Jack & Bobby, and of course the patron saint of all unjustly cancelled shows Arrested Development have all broken my heart, but one case of television euthanasia stands chef’s hat and shoulder above the rest for me.
When Kitchen Confidential hit the airwaves in the fall of 2005, it had the full weight of the Fox promotional machine behind it to begin with and I tuned in because I was a fan of Bradley Cooper from Wedding Crashers as well as his stint on the aforementioned Jack & Bobby (not to mention Wet Hot American Summer). I thought the first couple episodes were pretty good, but then it went on hiatus for the World Series, pulled mediocre ratings, and got cancelled after only two more installments. Truth be told, I—like most of the viewing public—forgot about the show during the hiatus and wasn’t much bothered by the cancellation.

Last year for Christmas I got the full 13-episode series on DVD and wow—that this show only got four chances to show what it could do (not to mention a momentum-halting stoppage right after it started) is a travesty.

It’s a smart comedy that comes out the gate with a different feel. It was based on chef Anthony Bourdain’s “reformed bad boy” lifestyle working in restaurant kitchens which provided a unique setting a few years before cooking reality shows hit it big. The writing is sharp and the look inside the dining industry provides enough varied plots to keep it from feeling like just another sitcom.

But as well-conceptualized and written as Kitchen Confidential is, no question the cast is what sets it apart.

If Bradley Cooper enjoys life as a movie star, he should really be thanking Fox for botching the management of this show so badly, because his Jack Bourdain is such a great character tailored so perfectly to him that had Kitchen Confidential taken off, I would not be surprised if he ended up a TV lifer; and that’s a compliment, by the way. Jack is exactly the kind of charming in spite of his douchiness rogue that Cooper plays so well, but unlike in Wedding Crashers or The Hangover, he’s the emotional center of the piece here rather than the antagonist or sidekick. This is the guy we’re meant to root for and feel empathy towards, despite the fact that he’s cocky, a womanizer, ill-tempered, etc.—and Cooper pulls it off! You love Jack when he’s reeling off one-liners or getting the girl, but there’s also that deep-rooted layer of good that shows through in his loyalty towards his friends, his drive to be the best and his commitment to warding off his demons that not only humanizes him, but provides dramatic grounding for a very funny show as well. Cooper—in conjunction with the writers and Anthony Bourdain—crafted one of the more unique television “heroes” of the past several years on this show, and that we didn’t get to see more of his journey is probably the greatest crime to come with its dismissal.

However, Bradley Cooper is hardly carrying this show on his own. You look over the cast and it’s pretty darn impressive both on the screen and in terms of what they’ve done since. Nicholas Brendon is still—and likely always will be—best known for playing Xander on Buffy, but he flipped the script here as pastry chef Seth Richman, a far more confident and outgoing type whose comedy comes from his unfamiliarity with failure and awkwardness rather than Xander’s constant love affair with both. John Francis Daley plays the odd man out among a group of alpha males as newbie chef Jim, not shockingly becoming probably the most endearing character on the show in the process—his romance with ditzy bombshell Tanya, played by Sin City’s Jaime King, is just adorable—and creating a template for his work the last several seasons on Bones. Owain Yeoman plays a great mini-Jack as sous chef Steven, which makes it even funnier when he displays a broad emotional side, and he’s currently a regular on The Mentalist. And lest the boys have all the fun, Bonnie Somerville is hysterical as conniving and neurotic head waitress Mimi, matching Cooper perfectly as the best nemesis he has.

Did I mention frigging Frank Langella is a recurring character as the restaurant owner? And Harold from Harold & Kumar is on the show too—yeah, Sulu (yes, I know his name is John Cho).

For my money, there is no greater missed opportunity when it comes to cancelled TV shows in recent memory than Kitchen Confidential not only because of how great it was and how amazing it had the potential to be, but due to how little of a chance it was given.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

In Shatner's Footsteps

I finally made it to the Batcave. My third attempt.

The Satnav was still insisting on directing me up closed roads through Griffith Park. This time, I made a hand-drawn map from Google instead. On the Canyon Road approach there was no signage and in the park itself no trail maps or any information at all.

So I set off up the main track. It climbed steeply for about a mile and a half until I was up level with the Hollywood sign, which is in the park not far away. At that point the track went two ways so I asked the next person if they knew which way the caves were.

He pointed back down the way I'd come... there was another trail from the parking lot, and I hadn't seen it. So I went all the way back down, and in the end all turned out for the best... the caves are no more than a ten-minute walk from the parking so as a hike, that would have been a bit of a squib.

The 'caves' are actually a short tunnel through an outcrop of rock in of a dead-ended canyon that's reckoned to be one of the most-used locations in Hollywood history... zillions of Westerns, The Lone Ranger, the old Kirk Alyn Superman serial, The Searchers, Invasion of the Bodysnatchers, B-movie horrors like Robot Monster, the Douglas Fairbanks Robin Hood... as well as various alien planets in Star Trek.

The tunnel's outermost entrance was dressed to become the Batcave's exit in the '60s TV show. Each week, in the same recycled sequence, the Batmobile would emerge from the cave and head for 'Gotham City, 14 Miles'. The sequence was undercranked to speed up the action; the entrance is so narrow that Barris's Batmobile must have backed in with only a few inches' clearance.

(You can find my birthday Batmobile-stalking post here)

Standing in the canyon and looking back, you get the best-ever view of the Hollywood sign. The area is part of the 'Hollywoodland' development-that-never-was, which the sign was originally created to promote.

I suppose I could go and seek out 'stately Wayne manor' - there were reports that the building used for the exterior establishing shots burned down in 2005, but they were apparently mistaken. A lookalike building burned, but SWM was a few doors down the street.

Otherwise, I seem to have run out of Batstuff to look for.

Farah & Mario

16 pcs of red velvet cupcakes with pink & white theme....thanks K.Chik Aribah...

Sue

6 inchs carrot coconut cakes with stawberries ....Thanks Sue

Friday, June 25, 2010

Please Touch

So there we were, at the Getty Villa. It's quite a place. Situated on the Pacific Coast Highway between Santa Monica and Malibu, it's like the little-brother museum to the spectacular Getty Center.

The Getty Center's further inland, on a hilltop overlooking the Sepulveda Pass, and looking like Tony Stark's place in the Iron Man movies. You even reach it by a private monorail. The Villa, on the other hand, can't be seen from the road. That, plus the fact that you can't just show up but have to book a timed ticket online to get in, led me to expect something comparatively modest.

Idiot that I am.

The numbers are controlled because the access is tricky, but the museum isn't small and once you're in you can stay all day, if you're inclined. The villa was designed and built to house the classical artefacts of the Getty collection; vases, bronzes, marbles and frescoes, with the odd mummy or case of jewellery thrown in for good measure. The design is based on a country house in Herculaneum that was buried in the eruption of Mount Vesuvius. Right there, in the Malibu hills. A walk around it wipes away two thousand years or more, to give you a gut feeling of what complex, sophisticated people the creators and owners of these objects were.

The hillside setting incorporates a peristyle, one of those enclosed Roman gardens with a long pool where guys in togas chased concubines and people lay around eating grapes off the bunch. Or something like that.

When we go to a museum or a gallery we usually fix a time to meet and then wander off separately, so we can each browse at our own pace. In an alcove at the end of the peristyle, away from the main body of the museum, I found an alcove. In the alcove stood a tall marble statue, and on the wall by the statue was a plaque that read PLEASE TOUCH in both normal script and braille.

The marble was a 1920s copy of a Canova original. As the plaque went on to explain, the purpose in placing it there was to give people the opportunity to feel the various textures of the stone and to appreciate the work of the sculptor in a tactile way. In the main rooms of the museum there were few barriers and you could get right up close to the objects, but contact was forbidden... there were notices explaining how the grease and oils in skin can bollix up stone. I've seen those shiny-footed saints in Rome and I know that it's true.

But I didn't take advantage. Here's why.

Imagine you're at the Villa. You got your timed ticket and you've been walking around the galleries, and you're taking time out for a stroll to the end of the Roman garden. At the end of the peristyle you turn the corner to be confronted by the sight of a middle-aged English bloke standing on tiptoe with his eyes closed, running his hands all over this...


I believe my point is made.

Michael Jackson, One Year On...

I'm not a fan of the talented-but-damaged song-and-dance performer, but nevertheless...

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Florida Supercon 2010 Picture Show

Heya folks! Kevin here with a few of my pictures from the Florida Supercon! Before we get into that though, my thoughts on the show itself:

This was my first year out to this particular convention and let me tell you, I did not expect the amount of people I saw there to actually be there. Between the overall small size of the show floor itself and the amount of attendees, it felt like San Diego Lite. There was a lot of cramming and my friends and I lost each other constantly. That said though, the costumes were AMAZING. Besides meeting up with my comic buddies--shout out to the always awesome Jim McCann, Fred Van Lente and Filip Sablik who attended this year's con--checking out all the rad costumes is easily my favorite part of going to conventions. At lot of these people put in some serious time and effort and their costumes come out looking really great. What really sucks though is that with so many costumes and so many people I missed a lot of opportunities to nab some pictures, including one of a really awesome Scott Pilgrim and Ramona Flowers. Anyway, check out the pics I did manage to capture below!


Above, my friend Amanda who made her very own Hawkgirl costume, which not only looks amazing, but she also looks amazing in

Here are my friends Bridget and Jose as one of comics' greatest couple, the Joker and Harley Quinn

Tifa from Final Fantasy VII. Alas, she is unfortunately not my friend

Wanda and Cosmo! "Two wrongs don't make a right." "But three rights make a left!"

Save the mask, this guy made the entire costume by himself--including that Gatling Gun, which is ridiculously awesome and in fact spins

That Nemesis guy also hand made this Flash helmet. And the picture really does no justice on how spot on the helmet turned out. Seriously, Jay Garrick himself wouldn't be able to tell the difference

And finally, Invader Zim crew! The Gaz is even playing a DS!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Client Corner ~ Sarah





Gals,
Every now and again we receive pictures from all over the world by our clients and brides. We utterly gasped when Sarah sent us through her pics of her gorgeous wedding day in Italy. Sarah looks absolutely adorable, a bride straight from the pages of Italian Vogue if you ask me! I adore the vintage styling in Sarah's gown and her hubby looks equally 'dapper' in his tailoring.

Sarah opted for our Carina Long Sleeved Bolero in ivory raw silk to compliment her gown and we think she pulled off the entire look beautifully.

We would like to extend our sincerest gratitude to Sarah for inviting us to be a part of such a special day for her and we hope you guys both enjoy the journey of life together.
Thanks to Sarah for letting us peak into her wedding day celebrations, it always makes our day to receive wedding pics back!!!
xx
Yvonne & Ger
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Developing a Brocabulary: Types of Bros

It's been far too long.

Yes, following more than a year's hiatus, I am once again cracking open the pages of Brocabulary: The New Man-i-festo of Dude Talk to explore it's hallowed teachings.

The topic this time around is a simple yet vital one: some different kinds of bros, as covered in the chapter Brommunication (n.) The art of communicating in a brophisticated manner, with or about your bros

sack pack - A bunch of dudes traveling in a group, or a cock flock. When they turn into a door jam by jockeying to get into a club, they're known as a bluster cluster, and when they storm a party they're known as a bro storm.

cerebro - The bro who does the thinking for you. You're R2-D-Dude and he's C-3P-Bro.

guyamese twins - Two bros who are pretty much inseparable (eg. Batman and Robin, Matt Damon and Ben Affleck, Michael Knight and KITT)

PAL 2000 - when a bro who seems to have your best interest at heart suddenly turns on you like HAL 2000 in 2001: A Space Odyssey, usually by giving you bad advice and claiming it's for your own good: "The dude was my brother half until he PAL 2000ed me by convincing me to dump my girl and then hooking up with her. He totally soaked me in traitorade."

wannabro - A dork who tries to be a bro but is nothing but a wannabe. Sometimes referred to as a wannaDB as in "Dude, you're not even a douchebag, you're a wannaDB."

Vincent Van Bro - A bro who is so loyal he would cut his ear off for you.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Latest Creation



Another Bonzie Bucket Bag on it's merry way to a dear customer in the U.S.
Cherie has been a loyal collector of bonzie bags since we introduced them into our range and it's always a pleasure creating something special for a gal who has been so supportive of our work.
We have also noticed a lot of blog commentary recently and wanted to say hi to all our regular readers who have been offering kind words of encouragement and all round general support for what we do. Whilst we don't often get much time on our blog to stop and chat we wanted to reach out and let you guys know that we read each and ever comment and we genuinely appreciate the support. It's lovely to see the regulars stop by so often to comment, it feels like we have a lovely big blog family who are coming along for the ride. :)
Will of course be keeping you all posted over the coming months on all the developments as upcoming projects unfold at bonzie headquarters!
So hears a special thanks to our loyal customers such as Cherie (who recently added the bag above to her collection of bonzie treats) and of course our blog readers. Thanks for being you!
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Monday, June 21, 2010

Cruel Summer: Mister Sinister

My history with Mister Sinister begins, as so many of my comics-related tales do, with “The X-Cutioner’s Song.” He was the tertiary villain at best, showing up near the beginning to kidnap Cyclops and Jean Grey, then again at the conclusion, getting bamboozled into released the Legacy Virus on the world. He looked kind of like an evil Colossus and didn’t impress me much; in a crossover where Stryfe was at the top of his game and Apocalypse was also running wild, Mister Sinister seemed like an afterthought with a goofy name.

Then I saw the cliffhanger finale to season one of “X-Men: The Animated Series”—and the version of Sinister intended to fly on a cartoon aimed at a Saturday morning audience comprised primarily of children scared the crap out of me and left a lasting impression.

Following the big battle against the Sentinels, Scott Summers and Jean Grey are chilling on a beach when the visual framing of the scene shifts and we’re now viewing them through a camera lens. The perspective flips and we see a silhouetted figure seated upon a creepy throne of tentacles or something; he leans forward to reveal a pasty-faced ghoul with sunken eyes and a grinning mouthful of yellow, fanged teeth. And then the kicker: a fiendish laugh that sent chills through my young soul and had me cringing through the summer months awaiting new episodes.
Mister Sinister as the foreboding, undefeatable, supremely confident overarching villain of season two, voiced spot-on with hollow menace by Christopher Britton, became my template for the character, and also intrigued me as far as looking into his comic book history more in-depth.

Truth be told, at first, I didn’t find much.

Chris Claremont’s original concept for Mister Sinister as he tells it is pretty cool: the idea was that he was a powerful mutant who had been around for some time but his physical development had stopped around age 11, so in order to be taken seriously as a super villain, he created the Sinister vessel modeled after what a kid would find scary then sent him out into the world. Certainly some potential there as a sort of evil Captain Marvel—the Fawcett/DC version—analog, but for whatever reason, it seems like the writer never got to play him that way.

Instead, Sinister gets kind of dropped into the X-Men mythos in the late 80’s seemingly just because the Marauders needed a boss and Inferno needed a mastermind, set up as an ambiguous and foreboding figure surrounded by mystery with vague ties to Cyclops. In his early appearances, Mister Sinister does seem when you look back on it with Claremont’s original intent in mind the embodiment of what a kid would think of as a scary bad guy, but since his creator only got to really tell one story with him and then departed the books a few years later, the payoff never took place. Instead, Claremont’s successors were left with a villain who almost seemed a parody—with good reason, since, again, he’s meant to be a kid’s conception—but without explanation.

That’s the comic book version of Mister Sinister I met, and not that surprisingly I wrote him off as a product of late 80’s/early 90’s excess where everybody was a shadowy mastermind with too many secrets and ill-defined powers; he worked as a boogeyman on Saturday mornings—again, Claremont’s intent used in a way he probably never conceived—but seemed unnecessary in comics.

However, writers like Fabian Nicieza and Scott Lobdell saw something in Mister Sinister—and also good X-Men villains are kind of few and far between—so they kept bringing him back and giving him more and more connections to our heroes, without ever revealing much about the man himself. It was frustrating, but also admittedly tantalizing, as I would get annoyed that we never knew Sinister’s deal, yet of course this made me want to know his secrets more than ever and gasp whenever he appeared suddenly in an X-Men comics; the guy had presence, I have to say that.

In 1996, nearly a decade after his creation, Sinister—writers had largely dropped the “Mister”—had his origin told in the Further Adventures of Cyclops & Phoenix limited series, written by Peter Milligan with art by John Paul Leon and Klaus Janson.

Interestingly enough, I never got around to reading the book and once again got my Sinister fix from “X-Men: The Animated Series,” the penultimate episode of which was “Descent,” adapting Further Adventures for Saturday morning consumption about a year after it came out in print form.

In both Further Adventures and “Descent,” we learn that Nathaniel Essex was a 19th century scientist obsessed with Darwinism and evolution who performed depraved experiments and eventually made a pact with Apocalypse to grant him power and immortality as Mister Sinister in order to continue his work beyond his natural lifetime. In subsequent years, it would be revealed that Sinister’s obsession with the Summers and Grey bloodlines were born out of twin desires to harvest incredible genetic potential while at the same time creating the ultimate failsafe against his former master—at some point he got on Apocalypse’s bad side—in the form of Nathan Christopher Summers, who would become Cable.

Probably not what Claremont had in mind, but finally this guy had motivation, and one with potential at that.

Sinister was the old Golden Age mad scientist who got lost in his work and exploited by crime bosses done up in a new way for a generation who expected more layers to their villains and for a franchise that thrived on shades of grey. That the unshakeable ego and calm of Sinister could be rattled be Essex’s gnawing and uncontrollable thirst for knowledge was a different paradigm for the X-Men antagonist of the day. You couldn’t bully or intimidate Sinister through physical force or emotional blackmail, but dangle the carrot of information in front of his diamond-adorned forehead and he becomes a junkie jonesing for a fix.

One of the very best Sinister stories I ever read was “Sinister’s List” from 2003’s Weapon X #14 by Frank Tieri and the guy who I suppose may well be the definitive Mister Sinister artist, John Paul Leon. Following up on the revelation that Doctor Windsor, the seemingly kindly scientist helping mutants to escape from Weapon X’s Neverland detention center is in fact Sinister, who is only abducting them from the prison to his lab for dissection, we get a flashback to Essex during World War II, where he worked alongside the Nazis, cloning Namor and observing the Invaders while attempting to glean knowledge for his own ends. It’s the perfect snapshot of Sinister as a man lost in his own pursuit of answers, completely unaware of the world around him save for the raw elements it can provide him. A pretty on-the-nose comparison between Sinister and Josef Mengele is drawn, but Tieri is quick to differentiate as well, with Essex musing on the “wastefulness” of the Nazi agenda and clearly not adhering to any sort of doctrine of racial superiority, instead viewing all people regardless of creed as nothing more than specimens for the “greater good” of scientific inquiry; true to his Darwinist roots, Sinister doesn’t care which race ultimately survives, he just wants to observe it all.

That was one of the very last times Mister Sinister was featured prominently before his demise in 2007’s Messiah Complex crossover. Truthfully, I think it’s impressive the character made it that far—20 years exactly—given the disparity between his creator’s intentions and where he ultimately ended up, but you have to be impressed at how he seemed to succeed in spite of those conflicting directions, thriving in several different roles and drawing impressive work out of multiple creators who at the end of the day really just seemed to want to solve the riddle of who he was and why he did what he did.

In the first issue of X-Men Forever 2, a comic written by none other than Chris Claremont, a mysterious boy appears in an orphanage alongside Cyclops’ son, speaking ominously with a familiar silhouette surrounding him, so two decades later, we may finally get to see where—to end on a fairly awful pun—this Sinister road leads.
 

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