So while I’d personally rather take things in a different direction, it’s pretty clear that some manner of final showdown is coming between the heroes of the DC Universe and Dr. Manhattan. And while his power is considerable, one would have to imagine the collective might of the entire DCU would be able to rout him. They can, y’know, punch him and laser-blast him until he stops doing evil. That tends to work out pretty well for them.
So how? How will that final fight work? What does even Dr. Manhattan have that could possibly stand up to the collective might of the DC Universe - 52 of it, in the likely event this turns into a multiversal Crisis? For that matter, how could he have wreaked such havoc on the DCU in the first place? How were the Spectre, the Monitors, the angels of the Pax Dei, the imps of the fifth dimension, all those beings of unbridled cosmic power unable to stop him, when it was clear even back in Watchmen that there were some hard limits to his abilities? What does he have that they don’t?
Funny you should ask.
Dr. Manhattan has a penis. And that makes him unstoppable.
After all, no one can actually appear on-panel to stop him. The all-ages, hilariously mischievous Mxyzptlk show up in the same comic as a naked man, even to save the DC Universe? Not gonna happen. Unless it’s in a Young Animal joint where you can swear in front of him without repercussions, no plan on Batman’s part is going to be able to do anything when he can’t reach the threat: sure, the Comedian too could easily banish Bruce Wayne from his presence by saying “fuck”, but the very existence of a glowing blue dick is Kryptonite to the sheer concept of corporate-mandated superhero comics. Oh, you thought Jon Osterman walked about in the nude because he needed no protection from the elements and had grown beyond human social conventions, but he’s always been able to see the future. He knew this day was coming, and set the continuity wheels in motion within the safe confines of a stand-alone mature readers project, ensuring a bulletproof shield once he set foot in the DCU proper. Why do you think he hasn’t shown up yet? He may have restructured the entirety of reality, but he’s saving his real trump card for the final act.
Imagine it: the final curtain is falling on reality as we know it, as Manhattan unleashes his ultimate scheme to annihilate love and faith and hope and all that jazz, and the Justice League and company are there to stop it, but there’s nothing they can do! The best they can handle is being seen with him for moments at a time when he’s in the foreground facing them and can only pull off a butt-shot, but even that’s leaving them in agonizing pain. We hit the point where it’s like the end of Animal Man as the heroes realize the presence of the panel borders separating them from their foe; only Batman can even be heard by their enemy through the conceptual gap, but his words fall on deaf ears. As Manhattan tinkers with the doomsday weapon in the panel on the right, the heroes pound away at the edges of the panel on the left, attempting to break through to save the world, but not even their combined strength is enough: Superman can no more appear on-panel with a tumescent neon cock than I could beat the sky to death with my bare hands. 80 years of content control and mass media franchising stay their hands. Who - who?! - can save the day now?
The boys and girls of Vertigo and Wildstorm, that’s who can save the day! John Constantine! The WildC.A.T.s! Swamp Thing! The Authority! Animal Man, except as a cult leader or something! Mr. Majestic! Kid Eternity, Gen13, Black Orchid, Voodoo, Timothy Hunter and Grifter! Pandora’s desperate plan to unite them with the mainstream DC Universe yields fruit at last, for only they, with both powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men AND permission to cuss and screw, can confront the destroyer of heroes on his own terms! So, at last unleashed, utilizing every ounce of prestige-format power and narrative sophistication at their fingertips, they punch him and laser-blast him until he stops doing evil. And then Midnighter kicks Dr. Manhattan’s head off and says something fucking awesome, and Midnighter and Apollo under Steve Orlando and company rightly gets a 50-issue run. Truly, as their friend Jenny might say, a finer world.
We’re going back in time! On this day five years ago (June 19), Disney announced they were making a new animated series based on their first full length film – Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs – which they would take the main characters and place them in a contemporary setting decades before they meet Snow White, titled The 7D! It was originally intended for Disney Junior and many of the people behind Warner Bros.’ most successful era of animated television in the 1990s were on board. However, The 7D went through a retooling, and its preschool demographic were soon expanded to all ages. In addition, the show moved to Disney XD from Disney Junior; despite this, the show also ran on Disney Junior and Disney Channel early in its run for a limited time in the U.S.
While the show enjoyed some successes despite having its detractors, by the end of the first season however, there were indications that Disney would withdrew its support of the show. After they ordered 39 half-hour episodes for the second season (while keeping “The Rock of Sages” on the shelf for nine months), Disney reversed its course and cancelled The 7D, while reducing the number of episodes. In addition, Disney XD moved the show to early Saturday mornings and nearly stopped all promotions for the series, causing a sharp drop in viewers. While Disney’s handling of The 7D were devastating to many fans, the silly spirit and the warmth of the series will never be forgotten.
During the week, we’ll take a look back on the series from conception to the series premiere two years later and more! I even made visual changes to the blog to mark the occasion! Sit back and relieve the memories of The 7D!
Tomorrow, I’ll recall the first time I’ve heard of The 7D!
So children shows don't often break the barrier of the targeted children audience unless its a really good show that all can enjoy. Basically what I'm saying is whats so good about Andi Mack?
I can’t speak to why any one else is enjoying it but I will talk about why I like it and some of the things maybe other people see too
First off I freely admit to being a person who can and does enjoy things aimed at all ages, I love the show Grace & Frankie even though it’s about the struggles of being 75 and a woman.
that said I think that the show does a good job of more or less getting the feel of being 13 right. Often networks go too young or too twee, making characters feel much younger than they are or making the problems of middle school melodramatic by way of Hello Kitty. By and large Andi Mack avoids that, the problems are real and aren’t fixed in 30 minutes with an ultra campy “power of friendship” wrap up. The show is up beat as are the character but not to the point that it’s no longer believable. All the kid actors do a great job of selling believable while still funny characters. I’d like to shout out to Josh Rush who does a great job with Cyrus and Asher Angel who does a great job with Jonah Beck.
For me speaking personally Cyrus is a character that speaks to me personally. I was a horribly awkward nervous (gay) boy at that age and Cyrus is basically who I was, though he has better hair. I’m unsure if other people relate to other characters that way, but I think they do. For example I feel like Andi Mack is being very grown up by saying about Jonah Beck “hey being popular in middle school might not be all that much fun” and they’re showing us that, not just telling us. Kids shows often think kids are dumb or slow and break the #1 rule of visual story telling, and TELL the audience stuff not show them. So fair Andi Mack does a really good job of show, we see how characters feel, the monologues are pretty limited and make sense in context as one character needing to share their feelings with another. For example we know from her reaction how Andi feels about her dad, now she’s telling Bex and Bex is reacting to Andi’s feelings.
The show also isn’t shying away from tricky topics but doing it from a 13 year old’s POV. For example someone complains about Buffy’s hair, now a 13 year old might not fully understand the racist bullshit behind claiming a black girl’s hair is a problem. However all the characters know its wrong and try to deal with it. They deal with teen pregnancy, missing and divorced parents, and an on-going unhealthy relationship. None of this is handled in a PSA way, we’re not stopping the show to look at the camera and moralize. In fact with the unhealthy relationship it’s all going on the side we see it from the corner of our eyes and we the viewer understand its a problem while understanding why Andi doesn’t see it.
Finally not only the kids are relatable. Bex is really any 24-35 year old person who’s life maybe didn’t end up fitting the American dream they were sold. She’s struggling to “adult” and while its hard and she’s figuring shit out the show isn’t down beat about it and neither is she. Cici I think I’ve said before is basically the same person as my own mother. While my mom isn’t gonna watch Andi Mack I’m willing to bet if I edited it down to just Cici moments she would find Cici’s worries and fears and all that very relatable
okay but also to add one more thing not about the show, It’s really cool to have one of the stars ( @persongoingfast ) be very active on social media and be a very cool guy to the fans and the fans be very cool with him and geek out about the show and everything. it’s made me enjoy things far more.
And here we go, everyone saw the scans and now we’re all going through rants right now.
Can we calm down for a moment? Please? Just to hear this opinion out?
I’m not disappointed in Lucky becoming Shishi Orion at all. Yes. I actually like it. And it’s not because I want to be the one asshole that opposes every opinion, it’s because Kyuranger has always surprised me.
When I think about it, this situation isn’t different from all the rest of outcries that happened earlier.
“Lucky is getting a Pegasus power up oh my god we’re all doomed!”
Pegasus turned out to be such a great character ya know? He’s sentient, annoying, really hyperactive, and fucking threw Lucky around like a bouncing ball. And the second time what would have been a perfect excuse to showcase him, Lucky couldn’t have the Pegasus Kyutama to help him, and in turn we got the debut of RyuuViolet/Ryuu Commander.
Kyuranger is literally the “What I expected Vs What I actually got” Meme. It’s q nutshell.
We thought it was funny and weird that Spada was a chef in the middle of a bunch of warriors. Now we’re admiring him for being a fucking chef and love him and food puns.
We thought Lucky was going to be a Takaheru, but instead he’s a BanBan, at least in my own opinion.
We thought Xiao was going to be the annoying stupid comedy relief, only he’s a fucking badass warrior with serious past moments and is actually a nice and caring guy.
Or the biggest one: Everyone started complaining that we would stay on Earth for the rest of the season, and that all the glorified planets will be gone. We were wrong. Apparently they’ll leave Earth after a few more episodes, and then we’ll start the space journey to hunt down some ship.
Why am I using these examples? BECAUSE FROM TIME TO TIME, KYURANGER HAS ALWAYS PROVED US WRONG.
It always pulled through, and it always gave us something to the contrary. It actually gives a damn about te audience, and always tried to make sure everyone gets something and screentime. It gave us nice comedy balanced with horrifyingly serious backstories so that all ages can enjoy the show.
For all we know, Shishi Orion might be the same position as Den-O or Kamen Rider W, or maybe something even better.
They Might Be Giants, June 2, 2017, Nelsonville Music Festival, Nelsonville, OH
What. A. Show. TMBG headlined Night 2 of NMF, and the lovely @nosleeptilltacos and I got a front row spot. The act before was Rodriguez, who drew a surprisingly huge crowd, so I wasn’t sure if I would be able to get anywhere near the stage. The moment Rodriguez ended, though, the crowd started to disperse, and Brandi and I weaved our way through folks all the way up to the rail. The only people ahead of us were a mom and her young son, and we were more than okay letting them have absolute front row.
The band started off with “Damn Good Times,” which is the only appropriate way to kick off any concert, no matter the band. It’s just federal law. The rest of the show was a total all-ages festival set, with just hit after hit after hit, plus a lot of the popular kids songs, and a couple new tracks for good measure. During “Why Does The Sun Shine?,” Linnell referred to the elements smashed in the sun as “Akron, Cincinnati…Dakron…Columbu…tanium,” and other poorly-remembered Ohio cities. They hit me with a one-two punch of lesser-played songs with “Everything Right is Wrong Again” and “Letterbox,” and I definitely lost my shit at “Everything,” because it’s straight up one of my favorite tracks.
About halfway through the show, Linnell got a call from “Mama TMBG,” the matriarch who birthed all five members of the band simultaneously. She said she got a text from “a man claiming to be from the Nelsonville Music Festival,” and he said there was no curfew, but to “keep the patter down.” Mama TMBG then talked way too much about being pwnd, and the birth of the band, right down to the terrible details of the afterbirth and the mucous plug. After that, it was back to the hits. This was my second time seeing “Don’t Let’s Start,” and I was just as excited as I was the first time; it’s a tune that gets the crowd movin’. “Particle Man” included a cover of “Chandelier,” which the audience went wild over. “I Love You For Psychological Reasons” and “Let Me Tell You About My Operation” were incredibly well-played in a live setting. The first encore was Dr Worm and Istanbul, which are always nice to see, and the second encore was another surprise for me, with “Dead,” which was unexpected and an odd choice to close out the show, but I was into it anyway.
The banter, as always, was great. Linnell and Flans talked about the massive swarm of bugs on stage, Linnell mentioned how nice it was to be able to look up and see the moon while he was playing. Flansburgh complimented the fest itself, saying most fests were a “human spanking machine” of nightmares, but this one was very pleasant. At one point, everyone clapped along to Marty Beller’s kick drum, like it was “the beginning of any Alabama song,” according to Flans.
Overall, this was probably my favorite TMBG concert to date. Everyone was just in sync with the band, they were positive and in good spirits and super enthusiastic. Because it was an all-ages show, Flans was visibly straining to not swear, especially because the front row was full of very young kids. But to his credit, he didn’t slip once. Also, the presence of the kids was awesome and the band really seemed to enjoy it (to quote my gf: “I have never seen Linnell smile so much as he did seeing those kids dance and sing”). A big ol queen bee showed up around encore time, and at the end of the show, Marty ran back onstage and gave his drumsticks to a family of kids who had been front and center the entire time, singing along to everything both old and new. I have never seen kids lose their shit more than when they got those drumsticks. It was awesome. Highlight of the weekend. And I always forget that Marty Beller is literally one of the best rock drummers in the world right now.
Since it seems to be “talk about things Doctor Sung has done” night, I guess I’ll share a moment I witnessed, too. After TWRP’s performance at an all-ages show, this kid walked up to the merch table with his mom. He didn’t have enough money for a t-shirt so his mom told him to pick a cd or poster. Sung was at the merch table and gave the kid a t-shirt and a cd. Sung was just really nice, and you could tell the kid was ecstatic.
In the third newspaper clipping in Bands of Mourning there’s a little ad that says “Write Scientific Fantasies! B. Sablerfils, playwright of A Hero for All Ages, shows you how! Inquire at the University of New Seran.”
In French, sable means sand and fils means son. Therefore, Sablerfils = sand-r-son. A Hero for All Ages is, of course a clever play on Mistborn 3.
Teen daughter, before going to an all ages punk show in DC:
“Dad, have you ever been to a punk show?”
Me: “I wasn’t huge into punk but I saw a few local bands. I saw the Circle Jerks in ‘85 or ‘86 and-“ Daughter, with respect and amazement in her usually cynical eyes that roll 90% of the time she’s talking to me: "You saw the Circle Jerks??!!
You gotta take the wins wherever you can get them, folks.
Once again deciding to let Lily’s behavior go for the sake of the day, we carried on with our breakfast. Really, what other choice did I have? I was still frazzled. Seeing Jared again, knowing he watched as I walked away with a look I couldn’t even begin to decipher, made me realize how attracted to him I am. How much I want to spend time with him. I really wanted to know him. Just like your typical fangirl, I guess. As quickly as those thoughts entered my mind, I then remembered how things ended last night and I cringed. How desperate did I look standing there as he looked down at me, knowing I thought he was going to kiss me? No wonder he ran. All I knew was I definitely didn’t want to put myself in that situation again.
Sitting at our table having just gotten our breakfast, my back was to the entryway of the restaurant so it wasn’t until I saw Mackenzie perk up, that I realized someone was approaching and the only one who brought out that kind of perkiness in her was Jared. Fuck me, not again.
“Good Morning, ladies.” He said moving to stand next to me. Placing his hand between my shoulder and neck, his thumb was resting on my collarbone. I could instantly feel a thunderbolt of attraction go straight from his hand down my body to my clit. This was so wrong. Damn it body, fucking cooperate with me, will ya?!
I was instantly frozen but at least I had a smile on my face.
It sucks when the attraction to someone feels one sided. You can’t help but be uncomfortable with every touch or glance, the butterflies you feel make it impossible to act normal. They may see a hand placed gently on your back or collarbone in my case, even a kiss on your cheek as a friendly gesture but when your attracted to them it makes you blush. It makes you stutter. It makes you feel like everything that comes out of your mouth is wrong. It throws you completely for a loop. Instead of joking and laughing, being your friendly self, you become self conscious and just hope and pray the other person doesn’t realize the internal battle going on.
This feels just like high school and exactly how I felt in this moment.
The girls were chirping away and all I could think about was his hand and that damn thumb that he would very casually flutter over my collarbone. I didn’t even know if it was intentional or he just felt more comfortable with me, all of us did spend a few hours together alone yesterday. We’re friends now, right? After feeling kind of rejected last night though, you would think I’d feel different now being with him but that’s the thing about attraction. You just can’t control it.
“You walked away so fast earlier I didn’t have a chance to ask…did you get my email this morning?” Jared asked
“I haven’t checked my email yet today. We got up a little late, ya know it was such a late night and everyone was anxious to get down here to eat so we could get to the zoo when it opened.” It was like I had diarrhea of the mouth. Did he need these details?Why does that keep happening?
“Oh, okay. Well, I just wanted to invite you to the show tonight, not sure if you had plans?”
I must have looked outwardly as shocked as I was inwardly because he continued “It’s technically not an all ages show but you would be there as my guest. I had my assistant, Emma, email you tickets and all access passes.”
The girls were instantly excited…I knew nothing I could offer was going to be better in their minds than what he was offering. This was done. I might as well resign myself now, we were going to end up at that show. The last thing I wanted to do was torture myself but I also couldn’t bring myself to disappoint the girls. If I did it would ruin everything so I’m going to suffer in silence.
Mackenzie, Paige and Lily excitedly told him how much they can’t wait and were thanking him profusely. I hadn’t said a word. It wasn’t intentional but my mind was racing and it seemed like it was his turn to be uncomfortable.
Looking down at me, he was trying to gage me, that I knew, and being far better at reading me then I am at reading him, I know he saw the questions that I was aching to ask. Why? Why is he doing this? Why is he going out of his way? Why the mixed signals? Why the games?…. All questions he had no intention of answering.
Gently using his thumb to graze my collarbone he implored locking his perfectly blue eyes on my brown ones, “It’s going to be a great show, I would really love for you to be there. Come on… What do you say?”
With four pairs of eyes on me, I said the only thing I could say “That sounds great. We’ll see you tonight.”
Pleased he got what he wanted, he said he had to go. He mentioned he was running a bit late for a radio interview but he’d make sure Emma touched base with me later this afternoon and then he was off. Everything happened so fast. Turning around, I watched his back as he made his way out of the restaurant and quickly to the elevators knowing it was official. Jared Leto is the most confusing man I have ever met.
He embraces it - lets his hair silver naturally, makes jokes at his own expense. He’s already had an extended youth through the curse, so he’s perfectly content and not at all bothered when age starts showing in the lines of his face and the streaked silver of his hair. He’s already a grandparent, so he finds it only fitting that he finally starts to look like one.
Internally screams every time he catches a hint of silver in his hair.
I would like to begin by saying that sometimes the end of something good is worse than the beginning of something bad.
Girl Meets World has been canceled. That is a fact. I am not in denial. I am not angry. I understand that the reason a show so life-changing must have been canceled was for good reason. I know some people are furious. I know some people are frustrated. I’ve considered labeling my feelings using these words before, but none of them seemed to truly describe the depth of my emotions. I have been thinking about the perfect word to use ever since the cancellation, and only now after watching the final episode of Girl Meets World did it come to me.
I am passionate.
Passion can drive a person to do anything. Passion can encourage someone that was formerly known as weak to endure hardships many thought were impossible. Passion can influence a crowd of people with a common interest to come together as a family and fight for what they believe in. That is a fact.
Here are some more facts:
1. Girl Meets World is the #1 show on Disney Channel. It gets more views each week than any of the other programs on the network.
2. I’ve genuinely cried multiple times since hearing the news of cancellation.
3. Girl Meets World has been nominated for multiple Emmy’s.
4. I am the same age and in the same grade as the characters. They help me get through life everyday.
5. I have bonded with my best friend and my sister in ways I never thought imaginable because of this show.
6. Michael Jacobs has confirmed that the show was not supposed to end where it did. He assumed he would get a 4th season. The story is not over.
7. I’ve never even considered fighting for something I believe in until this show aired.
8. The cast wants to continue the series.
9. My passion for Girl Meets World is overwhelming. My life will change drastically if this show does not continue.
I realize that it seems selfish to be devastated over the cancellation of a children’s show when there are countless other events going on in our world that are much more worthy of my tears and prayers. I realize that I should accept the fact that things end and simply move on. It’s the normal thing to do, after all. With that being said, I also realize that this television show means a lot more to its fans than other shows mean to theirs. I’ve never watched something before that has spoken to me on such a deep, personal level. The characters are real to me, and whether that be a figurative or literal statement doesn’t matter. Some form of them exists in every person I meet, and each and every one of them has caused me to change for the better.
Mr. Matthews has taught me to care about my education. He has showed me that what we learn isn’t irrelevant, that what we are taught can relate to our daily lives on a personal level if we care enough to figure out how. He’s made me realize that history doesn’t consist of just names and dates, and that people change people.
Zay has taught me to be real. He has showed me that race-based stereotypes don’t have to define the way I live. He has showed me that fitting into a new set of close friends isn’t always easy, but if they’re truly good people, they will accept you no matter who you are.
Smackle has taught me that it isn’t a bad thing to be different, and fitting into the crowd does not make you any better of a person. She has taught me that a disease does not define you. Finding love doesn’t only happen to people that are normal.
Lucas has taught me that not everything is how it originally seems. People have flaws. People have dark sides. Not everyone is as perfect as they may appear, and that’s okay. Lucas has verified my strong belief in refusing to judge a book by its cover.
Farkle has taught me that feelings are worth exploring, and that you do not have to stay true to the label you were originally given. People change, and Farkle is the main reason I’ve developed such a strong understanding of the fact that evolving is the only way to truly grow.
Maya has taught me to stay strong during tough situations. She convinced me that hope is not for suckers. She has showed me that being strong doesn’t have to coincide with breaking the rules and being a rebel in the eyes of others. She has taught me to stay true to the people that stayed. They are the only ones that really matter.
Riley has taught me to stay positive. She has taught me that other people should not determine how I act or who I want to be. She has proved to me that being unique doesn’t prevent me from being cared for. And most importantly, Riley Matthews has taught me that meeting the world is the most important thing a human being can do on their journey through life.
These people have changed me. Millions of fans agree. No other show could ever have a chance at changing the way I live my daily life as much as this one does. It seems impossible, but it’s true.
If there’s one thing that has kept me hopeful during this fight, it’s the countless examples Girl Meets World has provided, encouraging us to be passionate about what we believe in. If I’ve learned anything from this show, it’s not to give up. Whether that be on love, friendship, family, or learning doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I have faith that the universe is hearing us. It knows what’s truly good. It knows that I will not stop fighting for this show as long as at takes.
I don’t think it was a coincidence that the very first episode of Girl Meets World taught me to discover the cause I’m fighting for. I never entirely understood this until now. I know now that I believe Girl Meets World deserved better. I believe that that the show has more to offer. I believe that Girl Meets World should continue on another network for years to come.
It’s not debatable that at this day in age, children and adults of all ages need a show like this as a good influence. Current and future generations need to be taught to dream, try, and do good. These are the only things that matter, really.
So yes, Girl Meets World was canceled. But just because something is shut down doesn’t mean it’s over.
You have the power to keep hope alive. You have the power to save this show. I’m speaking on behalf of all of us when saying that this program means more than a lot to each and every one of us.
From the bottom of my heart, I love Girl Meets World.
I beg of you to try picking up Girl Meets World as an original on your network. With our massive fan base, I can guarantee you it will thrive.
I believe in my generation. I believe in us. I believe in Girl Meets World.