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Doctor Who: The Happiness Patrol, 1990, Graeme Curry The Doctor overthrows the government of a thinly veiled Margaret Thatcher in a single night. Ah, the 90s...

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Employee Aaron made me this for Christmas. He knows me well.

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Witches Abroad, 1991, Terry Pratchett And the parade of...interesting character interpretations continues.

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Good news, everyone! Dave Campbell is blogging again, at The Society for the Advancement of Dave. And you know what that means: we can stop pretending that Chris Sims is funny! (I kid. A little. Maybe.) Also, check out Dave's awesometastic new video: Speaking of Sims, he has a Christmas themed web-comic up at the Flashback Universe: The Saturn Knight Before Christmas. Speaking of web-comics,

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Some mornings, it's a picture of Wildcat groping Power Girl "Karen didn't seem to like that much, Ted." "Yeah, well, that's what Joan said last night, Jay." "What?" "You heard me!" "But it doesn't make sense..." "Yeah, well, that's what she said." "What?"

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Here, in a nutshell, is the moral of The Tale of Despereaux: Pretty is always Good and always Right. If, inconceivably, Pretty is somehow Wrong, you are obliged to forgive Pretty. Because Pretty is always Good and Right and Pretty being Wrong must have somehow been your own fault. By the same token, Ugly is always Bad and Wrong. Even if Ugly isn't actually Bad right now, eventually they will do

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Hogfather, 1996, Terry Pratchett That's certainly an...interesting artistic interpretation of Susan. (I forewent my annual re-reading of this book this year in favor of rereading the witch books. I'm more in a Nanny Ogg mood.)

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"Say, Jay, what happened to Joan? Weren't you supposed to be bringing her?" "Well, I certainly didn't vibrate her atoms into a wall because she threatened to tell you and Ted about my premature ejaculation problem, if that's what you're implying Alan." "What?" "Nothing." "Did someone say ejaculation?" "Not now, Ted."

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"Hey, Clark, I ever tell you about the time I tricked a female astronaut into thinking the Earth had been destroyed and we had to recreate the human species on an alien planet?" "Yes, Bruce. You have. Many times. That's exactly the sort of behavior that I'm sure makes your parents proud of you." "...Screw you, Clark." "What, do I look like an astronaut to you?"

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Who is the Dark Knight Detective on the hunt for? Could it be an alien time traveller? Hollywood bad-boy and occasional nudist Scott Caan? Skaro bad-boy and occasional nudist Dalek Caan? Or, in a rare cross-over, is he hunting down an over-exposed X-Man? Only you know for certain!

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"*sob* They just didn't know...how much it hurt...to be Superboy, Bruce." "What, am I your therapist now, Clark?" "I'm sorry, Bruce, I just thought, you know, seeing your parents gunned down in front of you might make you more sensitive to the pain of child-hood."

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Cats Have No Lord, 1985, Will Shetterly Well, maybe if they did, they would know to use proper spelling and grammar.

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Pay Full Price Star Trek: I honestly never expected to find myself looking forward to a Star Trek movie. It helps, tremendously, that this actually looks a bit like the anti-Trek. A Trek in name only. In other words, the fact that everything about this film is pissing the holy hell out of the people whose fascination with the show turned it from an actual pop culture thing into the most

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"I don't get it, Clark. I can do twelve backflips from a standing position, know a dozen ways to cripple a man with my pinkie, but I can't hit a damn baseball." "Well, Bruce, I know when I was a kid, my dad took me out to the fields every day and practiced throwing and hitting a ball with me. It's just a question of muscle memory." "..." "Oh, right, sorry. I forgot." "Screw you, Clark."

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"As you can see, Clark, my name is a mystical sigil which encompasses all the words of the English language." "What about xylophone?" "...Screw you, Clark."

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Jem, 1979, fifth edition, Frederik Pohl This book is outrageous. Truly, truly, truly outrageous.

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This bit of unnecessary self-awareness brought to you in honor of Mike Sterling, defender of all unloved Bat-series.

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An ongoing point of discussion with several of my friends and I is: which group of people is more prone to an over-developed sense of entitlement and the kind of narcissistic rage that can only come from an excess of privilege, video game fans or comic book fans? I mean, on the one hand, I've never seen comic book fans actually complain about publishers and artists actually expect to be paid for

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