As some of you may know, I’m a Joss Whedon fan. Don’t know the man personally, but I’ve enjoyed everything I’ve ever seen him do on TV or film (and the Astonishing X-Men series he writes for Marvel). So, it is with heavy heart that I post here, news of the demise of the Wonder Woman project he was writing. Man, if anyone knows how to write a super chick story, it’s Joss. Sigh…
Here’s the poop, as posted by Joss hisself on his Whedonesque web site.
Oh, the pain… the pain….
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I plan to buy 16 tons of it for the bunker. Tres bien.
Well, what the hell’s wrong with me? I’m the publisher for FSM’s sake. And yet, not a peep out of me regarding this wonderful new title from Big Head Press. There’s much to be done here, and I can feel meself devolving into a pirate. Aarrrrr. Is the earth cooling off yet? Keep yur eyes peeled and your knives to the ready fer more poop on La Muse.
Google Adwords is one of Big Head Press’s advertisers. We have text and image ad campaigns for each of our stories. Google Adwords has an editorial policy which attempts to keep the ads they serve up “family friendly”. It would appear our scantily clad girls in the banner ad for Roswell, Texas are a little TO scantily clad. As a result they deactivated the image ad.
So, I requested a new image from Scott which would meet Google Adwords editorial requirements standards. Here is what he sent.
Perhaps they should wear pink leather sexy (yet sufficiently covering) nazi outfits.
Word.
I started my training the summer of 1981, on the mats of the University of Texas Aikido club. I trained for a few years there while I was in college and my youthful wandering eye wandered to other interests, and I stopped training entirely for the rest of the 80s. During that time, my thoughts kept coming back to Aiki philosophy whenever I thought about politics, economics, or day to day dealings with family, friends, and other humans in general. And I missed rolling around on the mat. So in Jan 1992, I returned to training at the Still Point Aikido Center, a newly formed dojo of one of my college roommates and frequent music collaborator, Ross Robertson (it was Ross who introduced me to Aikido in ‘81). Though I’ve varied my pace over the last 14 years, I haven’t stopped training.
This is the point where I would lapse poetic, extoling the virtues of Aikido and generally explaining why the idea fascinates me so, if it weren’t for a link forwarded on an Aikido-L mailing list post. The link was to an Aikido OnLine article written by Second Doshu Kisshomaru Ueshiba and Third Doshu Moriteru Ueshiba, the son and grandson of Morihei Ueshiba, O’Sensei, the inventor, creator, and candle stick maker of Aikido. The article answers the question, What Is Aikido?
It is a common ailment among martial art practioners for them to come to believe that the art, as they are doing it, is closer to the pure ideal of the art than those who came before. I’ve been guilty of it from time to time (fortunately, reality is always happy to lend a face slapping hand when needed). During my years of training, I’d noticed how different the way folks in my tradition of Aikido looked from the pictures and videos I saw of O’Sensei and others from Japan, as well as what I’ve experienced at seminars practicing with folks from very different branches of the tree. The result of this was my belief that my relative understanding of the philosophy and nature of aikido was probably pretty different from theirs. Man was I wrong. Not that I couldn’t nit-pick or quibble. I’m pretty good at that. But, brothers and sisters, this pretty much says it as I see it.
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