Butter and Allah Give Man Strength of 260 Horses...

Honestly, this is the most amazing thing I've seen all year.

In the following video, you will see a man with a life so amazing, you'll swear it must be a hoax. But I say thee nay! His heart is so faithful, he married 28 times. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Egyptian Hulk...

Battlestar Decepticon

So, Rich Johnston over at Lying In The Gutters reported a rumor the following...

"I understand that one of the main Decepticons in Transformers 2 is a 'hot blonde girl with a giant tongue.'"

So, they're going straight for the Pretenders now, huh?

Pretenders, for those of you who don't remember, were a group of Transformers that disguised themselves with humanoid shells.

Here's Jazz...

Here's Starscream...

And here's Skullgrin...

OK, so maybe Skullgrin doesn't look human, but Transformers stopped making sense after a giant planet turned Megatron crazy.

The other, more probable possibility, is that Michael Bay saw Battlestar Galactica and thought, "oh, hot robots are awesome!"

The Curse of a Time Lord

According the the AP, David Tennant will be leaving Doctor Who in the 2010, meaning that Steven Moffat and company will start their series with a brand spanking new Doctor.

I suppose it makes sense. After all, it's a new creative team, may as well have a new Doctor that they can shape and mold. Especially since outgoing show runner Russel T Davies is wrapping up his dangling plot threads in the upcoming holiday specials.

It still makes me a little sad though. I'm going to miss the wiry, smarmy bastard.

Kill Your Boyfriend

I don't know how I missed this thrill killing gem, but I did (until today).

Grant Morrison, Philip Bond and company deliver a slam bang taste of anarchy, the hypocrisy of artists & suburbia and young lovers on the run.

The art and writing are so full of manic energy you can't help but get sucked into this lovely condemnation of consumer society.

It's my favorite comic of the week, and it's 14 years old.

I'm going to punch someone in the face...

So, I got a call from a restricted phone number today. I picked up (I know, bad move), and was greeted by a recording from an outfit called Family Radio.
They're a listener funded radio station, like NPR or WFMU, only CRAZY!

The voice on the other end informed me that the Rapture will happen in October of 2011 and all those left behind will face God's fiery wrath. The voice then encouraged me to listen so I can prepare to let my soul be saved.


OK, first off, the Rapture ISN'T IN THE BIBLE!

Secondly, according to the book they thump, Jesus himself says no one save God the Father knows the date of the end times.
So, what the hell are these whackos babbling about?!

Now, I want to know who signed me up for that shit, 'cause I'm on that nifty do not call list.
Anyone? Anyone?

Ugh!

Withdrawal

Well, Doctor Who Series 4 is over and I'm experiencing a bit of withdrawal. Thankfully, io9 just posted some great classic Doctor Who stories. So, I'll have to catch up on them.

Also, I picked up Paul Cornell's novelization of his Scream of the Shalka and I got my grubby little mitts on the Blood of the Daleks audio play. They're both pretty damn impressive and they're a fun substitute for the show.

'til Christmas,
Ian

A Storm Of Creativity

OK, so I haven't been blogging anywhere near as much as I should. So, to all 5 or 6 of you that read this thing, I apologize.

I've been focusing my writing chops on a comic book pitch. It's an idea that's been floating around in my head for the past year and half or so and I felt it's about damn time I actually start developing the damn thing on paper.

So, The Sinister Specter's suffered a bit. Instead of writing about comics, I've decided to write my own.

That said, I've made a lot of headway on the pitch. I should be done with the lion's share of the work by this weekend, so I'll probably post more frequently. Who knows, it may even coincide with when I see The Clone Wars. Like everyone else in the geek blogosphere, I'm sure to have an opinion on that!

Be seeing you,
Ian