I’m not gonna lie: I was excited and a little bit warmed-in-the-heart-place when I saw that Barry Allen, aka The Flash, was in love with Iris West, his best friend, on The CW’s new hit superhero series, The Flash.
Because hey, how many times — in life, art, or entertainment — do we see a young White dude who’s honestly, deeply into a fly, well-rounded, educated Black girl? And not just as a sexual conquest or to “explore,” but as an actual love interest? Not often, that’s for sure.
ITEM! I came across this picture somewhere on the inter webs earlier today; I don’t remember where. It’s a stock image. Take a real close look at it:
I maintain that it would not actually have cost any more money or taken any more time to have actually hired a smart person to do the stuff on the blackboard instead of the gibberish that’s up there now. Look at the words. That’s not even language. Seriously, take five damn minutes and have him be drawing the line of an equation or working through the quadratic formula or some shit like that. This isn’t hard.
(Subrant: Curious George frequently aggravates me in a similar way. The show has several characters who are scientists, but instead of actually just having them talk like smart people the show just has them use lots of long words in completely nonsensical and frequently flatly incorrect ways. All the smart people on the show sound like what dumb people think smart people sound like.)
ITEM! I keep almost writing some horrifying mutant music post that is going to involve Meghan Trainor, Nicki Minaj and Iggy Azalea in some way, among others. I also came across this picture today:
I mailed this to my wife. “This is not a fat person,” I said. “She does not have curves and she does not appear to be ‘thick.’ This is a skinny person with a giant perfectly round Charlie Brown head.”
That song’s catchy as fuck, though, although I think I’d like it more if it were in a language that I don’t actually understand.
ITEM! I have not forgotten about Part 2 of the School Clothes series. I will, however, need to be very careful when I write it, and I’m still composing it in my head. This weekend, probably.
There’s… uh… no picture to go with this one.
ITEM! Barry Allen’s father, from The Flash, which is absolutely my favorite new show of the season, is played by John Wesley Shipp, who played the Flash in the last Flash series, the crappy one I never watched.
He is not John McGinley from Scrubs, and he never will be, no matter how many times I make that mistake.
Announcement! I have a new gig now! Check Sourcerer out this weekend for a surprise.
(Okay, there will be a link here. But still, check Sourcerer out.)
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