September 22, 2003

"So we see, children, that following your dreams leads to horrible implosions."

This weekend, after weeks of Livia's tantalizing me with clips and snippets, I finally got to watch several episodes of Invader Zim all the way through. Zim is a cartoon short about a member of the Irken, a race determined to conquer all life. Alas, in the first phase of Operation Impending Doom, the high-strung and megalomaniac Zim got...a little carried away...and destroyed the Irken planet by mistake. He was sent into exile, but snuck back for Operation Impending Doom II. Disgusted, the Tallest, rulers of the Irken, sent Zim to the least promising, most disgusting rock of nothingness they knew of: Earth. Accompanied by his constantly-malfunctioning robot Gir, he struggles to hatch invasion plans while pretending to be a elementary-school student at the grim Skool. The only one who knows his secret is Dib, an aspiring paranormal investigator in Zim's class who yearns to see his alien guts on an autopsy table.

I can't quite believe this show actually aired on Nickelodeon; it's an eye-popping mixture of the gloriously surreal, disturbingly, even nauseatingly, hilarious, and unbelievably adorable. (Gir, with his cheerful, dopey, unpredictable temperament, far too loving and happy-go-lucky to conquer a planet of Twinkies, much less Earth, is particularly cute.) The art is sleekly cartoonish in a way that suggests The Jetsons on acid, with peculiar and disturbing things constantly popping up in the corner of your eye and the giddiness of a constantly melting and warping reality. The social commentary is, well, moderately unsubtle, but in a good episode can be almost Simpsons-esque. And many plots are settled with off-kilter giant-robot battles. I would have adored it when I was twelve, but I'm fairly sure it would've given my mother an aneurysm.

Sadly, Zim was cancelled--one too many lurches into the grotesque for the kindergarten set, I'd imagine--but if you get a chance, it's worth a viewing.

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September 19, 2003

Happy birthday to LaT, always a force to be reckoned with in the SV fandom!

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September 18, 2003

Last night, I dreamed that Lionel was my primary-care clinician. He chided me jokingly about my failure to take better care of my hearing.

...Yeah. You tell me.

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September 17, 2003

Ah, it's nice to have my vivid fantasy relationship with Tom Welling's navel renewed. (Caution: as a spoilerphobe myself, I didn't find this picture revealing of much of anything, but it is from "Exile," so if you are extremely strict, you may not want to click.)

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September 15, 2003

"Oh, is that why you can't get any dates?"

One thing I really appreciate about the Batman/Superman/Justice League animated universe is the way the shows can occasionally surprise you with a deft touch of adult wit. If you had told me before watching this weekend's Batman that you could work a Dark Knight Returns pastiche into a cartoon rated Y7, I wouldn't have believed you. The Superfriends pastiche--lovingly rendered with the appropriate style of animation, soundtrack, dialogue, everything--was less astonishing, but purely hilarious.

Sometimes I find myself hoping that poor abused Chloe will say "Screw you guys!" and choose to grow up into the live-action version of that universe's spunky sassy ever-so-slightly-loopy female villains. She'd have more fun.

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September 11, 2003

Just how does one go from Henry James to "vampires! vs. werewolves: a forbidden love story!!!" in three short years?

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September 01, 2003

That Coca-Cola Casablanca ad--you know, the one with the two strangers sitting in the theater watching the movie, who come together mouthing lines from the movie--drives me nuts. Why? Well, in the scene they're watching, Rick asks Ilsa why there's no other man in her life. She says, "That's easy," and then our two theater-goers get up and dance. Except that it's not a romantic scene. Ilsa's next lines are (from memory), "There was. And he's dead." You know, because she thinks her husband Victor died in a German concentration camp.

Not top on my list of Great Romantic Moments in the Movies!

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I suppose I could get annoyed about this, but you know what? I can't. You're right, little girl, slashers are taking over, and we're coming for you next!!!

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