Tuesday, 9 June 2009

The Unprofessionals 2 : Jeph Loeb - Sent by DC to destroy Marvel



I'm back kind internet dwellers, and I am sorry about the delays in my articles on this blog. Technical problems prevented me from doing so, but you didn't come here to listen/read about me moaning.....

I'm here to whinge about Jeph Loeb. Now, I want to start off on a positive note. I've seen and read interviews with Jeph Loeb. He is a very passionate guy, and he is talented. He is no hack. Also he's gone through something that no-one should ever have to experience;- the loss of a child. His son died in 2005, aged 17, which can't be easy for anyone. So I just wanted to get that out of the way before I rip the guy to shreds.

Jeph Loeb has produced some fantastic work. Not only that, but hes produced some of the most famous stories. Batman The Long Halloween is one of the most renowned and famous titles to have been produced. Certainly if anyone ever asks "What Batman stories should I read" that one is usually at the top of the list. After writing at DC for many moons Jeph Loeb came over and started writing Marvel comics sometime 2007 (although he had written for them previously)

What he has done to Marvel since is completely obliterate one of their lines of comic books, specifically the Ultimate line. The Marvel Ultimate line was an idea conceived in 2000, to re-do the Marvel universe, but with more realistic stories, and a grittier world....a fact Jeph Loeb seems to have interpreted as "stories that don't make sense and pointless destruction of personalities"

The Ultimates is a comic written by Mark Millar. It is essentially an Ultimate version of The Avengers. There was a volume 1 and a volume 2, and they are critically acclaimed as being a modern classic. Absolutely stunning pieces of work.

Jeph Loeb wrote volume 3. He had the Ultimates go up against The Brotherhood (and Venom....for no reason) and the Ultimates turned out to be robots (I think....the writing was too ridiculous to actually absorb) this was down right disrespectful to Mark Millar in my humble opinion, and down right disrespectful to the thousands of loyal fans of this epic modern classic. Jeph just didn't get it. He didn't get the point of the comic. The personalities for the characters were all wrong. The costumes had all been changed from modern unique and iconic, to practically what they are in the normal Marvel Universe. And of course the storyline was ridiculous, with a classic "ridiculous/cop out" twist, (them being robots)

Not content however with ruining one of the best stories and comic books of recent times, Jeph has now set out to completely destroy the ENTIRE Ultimate universe, with his mini-series "Ultimatum" its quite impressive actually, as I type this upto issue 4 has been released, and each new issue I read sets the record of the worst comic I've ever read. I truely didn't think it could get any worse with 2, 3 and indeed 4. Basically Magneto has shifted the magnetic poles or some ridiculous crap, and this caused a tidal wave to rip through Manhattan, and in turn kill half the X-Men (who just happened to be there) it causes Dr Stranges building to explode and demons or whatever be released, then someone squeezes him till his head explodes, Spider-Man supposedly dies, Magneto snaps Professor X's neck, Blob bites off Wasp's head, then Yellowjacket bites off Blobs head. Oh and Captain America fighting zombies in Asguardian hell? I think.

Its a poorly written, patronising mess. Its the opposite of why I read comics. Its a childs vision of x amount of crappy "OMG!" events linked together with no logic whatsoever. Jeph Loeb has ruined the Ultimate Marvel Universe, and I can't see it ever recovering, properly.

Friday, 5 June 2009

Adverts That Blow 4: The Adios Effect Vs Activia: Which is Waiter-Friendly?


Adverts That Blow 4: The Adios Effect Vs Activia: Which is Waiter-Friendly?

I think the company behind Activia saw my previous entry and held a meeting, on how to piss me off even further. Danone, if that was your intention, then you’ve succeeded. I say this because your latest advert builds upon my already raging annoyance.

A woman in a restaurant complains in her head, looking at herself in a mirror, however am I going to eat when I’m feeling this bloated!? Answer: Don’t. I have little doubt you’ll offend your dinner companions, as the majority of them will probably be women and naturally know exactly what you’re going through. And it’s probably your fault for filling up on bread in the first place.

Just in case you didn't notice she's feeling bloated, the hand-on-the-stomach technique is employed once again.

Of course the only solution to do this is to, once again, improve your shitting schedule by eating Activia [Note: I know I said the Adverts That Blow series wouldn’t always be about shitting, and I apologise for bringing excrement up again. You can blame Danone for making me do this.] That’s right, you’re feeling so bloated you can’t eat, so what do you do? Eat… Alarm bells are ringing here. Of course their unique “culture” which seems to change names each time it’s advertised, [Bifidus-Digestivum, Bifidobacterium Lactis, Bifiduc-Regularis, which then Digivolved into Bifidus-Actiregularis] is the only solution to ail this problem. Apparently these bacteria’s come from cows, so I’ve read.

She should’ve listened to her friend apparently. Or risk feeling like a “Ballooned Bellied…” I think she says ‘Recluse’ but I’m not certain. Or Raccoon It’s something altogether bad because she feels so fat, so try Activia! Note to her, the top doesn’t help.

It's a possibility she wore this top because she didn't want something figure hugging lest it enhanced her mental bloated pain, either way she hasn't done herself any favours.

What this seems to do as a result, apart from making her feel more attractive in a way that only diarrhea can. It also comes with the added effect of looking in a mirror and saying “Note to self: *looking good*”, and despite feeling more skinny she almost knocks some no-doubt quality food from a waiter’s tray.

Look forward while you're walking you daft bitch.

If I'm ever wearing a hat when I see this advert, I would take it off to him.

Only the man’s agile reflexes are able to save the well prepared consumables from this self involved bint who was too busy looking in a mirror and complimenting herself because she had some fucking yoghurt.

Next up, Adios, another aid to slimming. I really should find another angle of adverts to start attacking… However, Adios, in this 19 second shot advert have one tight shot of this broad’s arse after another. My theory is that they are showing you the grand master of the entire formula: Your arse. This is where the magic happens. The true star of aids to slimming when it all comes crashing out like a torn pack of Smarties. Times are included to show I’m not taking the piss.




In the few seconds between these arse shots, I can assure you other things are visable. Just so it makes a little more sense, it appears like she’s dancing to Disco Inferno.

The only saving grace behind this is that she’s not that bad looking. And this is just me talking here, but I would rather have aids to slimming that resulted in attractive girls dancing in the streets not wearing much than vane bitches almost assaulting catering staff. What do you think? Answers on a postcard please.



Thanks to visit4info.com and tellyads.com for the adverts.

Tuesday, 12 May 2009

Media Moaner 2: Sexism on TV, Jade Goody and giving head



I do not like to think of myself as sexist, I’m all for equality. Sadly that might mean hitting women too, I’m against violence as a whole, but if I were pushed to violence by a bloke I would fight, were it a woman it would be no different. I applaud women for burning their bras in pursuit of equal rights, good on you. Equal pay, do the same work thus get the same money, it’s only fair.

Yet the World of Television disagrees with me. Women apparently need special treatment. And it’s wrong. Two cases in point, The Krypton Factor (ITV1) and Gladiators (ITV1/Sky One), where men and women are subjected to the same gruelling physical and mental trauma… except they’re not.

In The Krypton Factor, in the famous obstacle course, which every viewer wants to try (and if you say no, you know you’re lying), women are given a 45 second head start. Why? You give them the same puzzles, same quiz questions, but suddenly they’re inferior when it comes to climbing a tree. One episode had a man scoring behind a woman on times on the obstacle course, which would be fair if she deserved it. But were the 45 second present taken away, she would be behind, which is what should happen. Host Ben Shephard seems to be ok with this, hiding his potential concern behind his wooden features.

In Gladiators it’s not as bad, but still unacceptable. The reason it isn’t as bad is because the men aren’t being pitted against the women directly, so the “advantage” isn’t as obvious. The bottom line is still the same: women are weaker than men and should be compensated for it. In the Eliminator, the final obstacle course, like above you also wanted to try. The older one especially, the new one is wank. Either way, men must cross a gap using these things which are basically bike pedals you pedal with your hands. The women: monkey bars. That’s right, those awesome things we all used on parks in our youth. It’s a case of either/or here, pick one and stick with it. Stop persecuting or sympathising, whichever way you look at it. And since we’re mentioning it, end the Eliminator with the rope and paper combo once again; the massive wall you’ve made with building blocks doesn’t impress anyone.


But, Lily Allen has flip-reversed this sexual inadequacy in her song “It’s Not Fair”, where the basic gist is that she doesn’t get what she wants in bed. The chorus:

It's not fair
And I think you're really mean,
I think you're really mean,
I think you're really mean,
Oh you're supposed to care,
But you never make me scream,
You never make me scream.


Another thing I technically agree with, women should get their fix whilst shagging. Unless they’ve had a 45 second head start on The Krypton Factor, in which case they deserve fuck all. Literally. But what gets me is the later verse:

Oh I lie here in the wet patch,
In the middle of the bed,
I'm feeling pretty damn hard done by
I spent ages giving head


Now this may just be the way my Juggernaut works, but if you keep spinning the wheels with the handbrake on, don’t be so surprised if the tyres wear out when you start driving. You’ve only got yourself to blame here Lily, next time just slam it in and start screaming. Not bitching.

It’s amazing how quick public opinion can suddenly change from hatred to sympathy overnight. Jade Goody, annoyance of many after her appearance in Big Brother, to being featured in OK! Magazine every so often as she went down to Co-op for some Digestives, to being a racist on Celebrity Big Brother, to being a national icon for cancer.

What pisses me off is the way not just the media has been affected by this, but other elements. Jade’s criminal bloke Jack Tweed, who had a short life as a husband before becoming a widower, was let off by the courts and have his curfew extended so he could attend the after wedding party. The criminal justice system is supposed to punish people by removing certain liberties, not granting them just because your missus is facing death. It’s his fault for being a prick and committing crimes around the time he’s meant to be marrying his terminally ill squeeze. I believe I read somewhere that he wanted the press to leave Jade alone, y’know, to preserve her memory after her death. I think the grief suddenly overpowered the urge to count his money he made from selling his stories. I’m sure part of the story about “we’re selling our pictures to every tabloid and glossy magazine under the sun to provide for our children” is true. But when they sell their wedding photos to OK! for about £500,000 [WORLD EXCLUSIVE! Of course], you have to wonder if they’re not being a tad greedy. You won’t have to wonder long, because the smell of bullshit will be overpowering. That and the next time you cross the magazine shelf it’ll be inundated with exclusive interviews with the celebrities who were closest to her and how they’re coping with the grief. People like Vanessa Feltz or The Chuckle Brothers. Like Tweed, the money they get from these interviews will help the grieving process.

Disclaimer: I’m well aware of the increase in cancer tests for women, which is certainly a good thing. But there is such a thing as overkill, like Lily Allen’s attempts at foreplay. Plus, no one makes a fuss when there’s an increase in Gucci handbag sales for women because they saw Victoria Beckham [Someone else “important”] with it.

Friday, 1 May 2009

The Unprofessionals 1 : Greg Land, Comic Book Artist



There is a man named Greg Land. He is a prick. He is a comic book artist, exclusive to Marvel comics, and in a nutshell, he traces real life photos and drawings, that are NOT his, and he re-uses the poses and tracings over and over again. His escapades have been well documented on the internet, a simple Google search will reveal hundreds of results of comic book fans outraged that this fraud is still employed my Marvel Comics.


Just look at Googles top suggestion for "Greg Land"

The first time I encountered his work was on Ultimate Fantastic Four. Initially I was impressed. "They're so life like and realistic" I became less impressed the more exposure I had to him however. His poses and positions looked awkward, facial expressions and opening mouths didn't make sense in relation to the speech bubble, and the action scenes were just horrible. They looked so flat. But I didn't have a problem with the guy. I thought he was very talented.


Are Zombies really this limber?

How wrong I was. I was casually browsing the internet, and stumbled upon the evidence of his plagiarism, and I found the extent of it. Tracing porn images. Unbelievable. Well it certainly explained a lot of the awkward positions and facial expressions. The biggest shock however was that there are a few people I found who actually stick up for this guy.

Now, I personally find what he does unacceptable. It is literally fraud. Stealing other peoples work and claiming it as your own. Its not good. On Uncanny X-Men #500 he even reused the same pose three times. On this milestone issue? Completely unacceptable, and makes me angry that there are an onslaught of talented folk not in work, and this hack gets to cut the bacon on a monthly basis for Marvel Comics.


An unapologetically bad hack job.

I guess Marvels new policy must be allowing creators to demolish good storylines by employing these kinds of people. Along with Jeph Loeb this guy is working towards the downfall of Marvel, and you know what? Its working. Their loyal fanbase won't stay loyal for much longer, and they need to be careful.

Saturday, 18 April 2009

Adverts That Blow 3: I'm bloated, help me shit


" I'm bloated, help me shit."


If there’s one thing women enjoy complaining about during commercials, it is their health. Special time-of-the-month I’m not that bothered about and have no intention of going into. I have no doubt it may hurt, perhaps not as much as some make it out to be. Let’s move on. There are two main offenders I can think of at time of writing – Dulcoease and Danone Activia. Both with the same aim: To help you shit. This does appear to set an unsettling theme with the Adverts The Blow series, I can assure you it will not all be shit-based.


The Danone brand all feature the same concept: women complaining about how eating whatever makes you feel “bloated” usually accompanied by a hand on the stomach in case you didn’t understand. Because of this you must eat Activia to stop this feeling by “improving transit”; it’s basically a weak form of laxative, covered in the form of a once innocent food product. “Mmmm, Easy!” one woman exclaims. A tip to save money on these expensive things is to stop spending your money on the crap which is making you ‘bloated’ in the first place. Failing that, stop the whining, you’re not getting sympathy off anyone. The advert ends on the woman smiling, this is clearly before the aftermath of Activia, the cure of which is mentioned below.


Tasty lass Nell McAndrew has somehow been drawn into this bullshit, with a body which shows no sign of a disrupted shit-schedule. The Activia Challenge! Eat Activia for however many days and see how it can help you shit. Or your money back! I’m curious as to how this actually works. Is the participant meant to record how bloated and irregular their shits are before starting, then recording the results as they go through the challenge? Am I feeling less bloated? Am I shitting more because my transit has been improved? Am I going to need some Dulcoease because it feels like I’m shitting Xbox360 controllers?


Dulcoease is a stool softener, for whiny women with hard shits. I don’t understand why women have suddenly developed the need for Borg Perfection when they shit. It doesn’t come quick enough you need to improve transit to adapt, and then you’re not happy when it does come. The resistance is indeed futile, but the shit isn’t complying as efficiently as they’d like.


There are a few things in this advert which conern me. One, the 'lead' woman(blonde with big lips, I am going to name her Pat) is able to recognise the symptoms and her friend (short red hair, clearly distressed by having a rock-hard shit) who is suddenly prepared to reveal all in a busy café:




"Let me play with your hair?" "NO!"

“Pat you bitch!”


Her friends seem to react more to this than revelations of bowel problems.

Pat gets out the Dulcoease and presents it to the Redhead, Blondie Pat is only too happy to show off her personal supply, not even trying to hide her pride and unnatural enthusiasm to help in such a personal situation.



Whatever could it be?



TA-DA!

This is while her friends look on, seemingly comfortable (unlike Red’s arse) with this topic raised up during a casual lunch meeting. It’s almost like an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting for people who can’t shit properly.

Then the kicker, this advert can’t end on a serious note, so it has to end on a ‘humorous’ note that the target audience can get behind. That’s right ladies; let’s complain about men while we’re at it. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so predictable.



Random Woman: "I used to have a big pain in my life"

Big lip Pat: "Until she ditched him"



*Cue laughter*


AHAHAHA. The pain of hard shits remind you of past relationships. What an original and witty comparison.




Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Adverts That Blow 2 : "Hi Katie!"


It should be illegal to be as irritating as the idiots on the new Animal Crossing advert. If Nintendo want to advertise their new accessory as a way of talking to friends whilst you play your favourite games, then they should have chosen some voice talent....not these two poor excuses of vocal artists.


I can't even imagine how someone could greet someone else in such an irritating manner, but staggeringly Nintendo have found TWO people with this bizarre attribute.


Just see for yourself.



Sluts.

Thursday, 9 April 2009

Media Moaner 1: ITV Daytime Price Cuts



Media Moaner 1: ITV Daytime Price Cuts

This involves an article I stole from the Daily Star I found at work on 3rd April. It talks about how certain shows on ITV are “under threat” from huge budget cuts, complete with added bullshit.

Apparently The Alan Titchmarsh Show and Dickinson’s Real Deal are some of those people under threat. Probably two of the cheapest shows to make on ITV1. Real Deal just has people sitting at a table talking bullshit about the history of how they came across their heirloom that they’re trying to flog to antique dealers that you may recognise some from Bargain Hunt as ‘experts’. We don’t care how many people died in WWII to protect the honour of this tiny locket, they’re here to sell the piece of crap. Cut the time wasting and start haggling. It’s a shame that David Dickinson, The Duke, The Man with The Tan, has been relegated to this, after leaving Bargain Hunt. Ever since, Bargain Hunt has since been taken over by over-enthusiastic Tim Wonnacott, who really does need a good slap upside the head every time he does the following:
1] Just as the Red Team are about to sell their items:
“You haven’t been speaking to the blues have you? Keeping schtum?” (Or words to that effect)
2] Just as the Blue Team are about to sell their items:
“You haven’t been gossiping with the reds have you? Not said a word?” (Or words to that effect)
3] After both auctions:
“You two haven’t been speaking to each other have you?”
4] After announcing the winners [The beginning in the *’s of this is allowed]:
“*Join us soon for some more bargain hunting* Yes? YES?!” accompanied by a quick bend of the knees. He puts some real effort into this, forcing everyone else to do the same, and it’s just not needed. Prick.

The Alan Titchmarsh show is basically a cheap attempt to copy the success of The Paul O’Grady Show (Channel 4), which actually has high profile guests. I can only assume Titchmarsh doesn’t have that many proper celebrity guests due to its early scheduling (Coincidentally, after Real Deal) and even if it did, it’s not going to have them anymore [This is speculation, they may have had proper celebrities]. I thank ITV for actually making The Alan Titchmarsh show over The Antony Cotton show, an even more pathetic attempt to emulate O’Grady. “Wow, Paul O’Grady is gay… How can we copy that success? know! Let’s take that raging homosexual from Coronation Street and give him his own programme! All the gays on television have quirky attitudes that the straights just don’t have” Great work, except it didn’t work. Cotton is a prick. Both these programmes are hardly breaking the bank.

60 Minute Makeover is another programme facing price slashes. A ‘makeover’ show which features a massive group of people painting walls, pasting and applying wallpaper, all the while some most-likely homosexual ‘designer’ walks around shouting at them and talking about how an MDF chest of drawers would look so super over there, all in the space of… surprisingly, 60 minutes. There’s only so cheap a show can get, and this is one of the examples. One piece of good news to me was that The Jeremy Kyle Show was being cut to three mornings a week. I hate Jeremy Kyle so much, the majority of the show isn’t spent hearing the guests talk about their problems of drugs and DNA testing, it’s him talking bullshit about how they should live their lives according to his elitist opinions. This is not how a chat show should work. I know it’s called The Jeremy Kyle Show, but I’ve never seen Trisha and Jerry Springer spew as much bullshit on their shows, at least Springer knows to wait until the end. After Kyle has finished one of the many rants, the people in the audience feel the need to applaud what he says; this is without giving the guests much chance to speak back. No doubt the excuses given would be just as full of crap, but it’d be nice to hear someone else speak for a change. One show I caught where one guest stormed off, not an uncommon occurrence in a chat show. Kyle went backstage to whine at him and give the “Go out and face yourself out there. Be a man wah wah”. Seconds later after the guest returns and sits on the chair, Kyle shouted some more “You’re a disgrace, wah wah [insert bullshit here], get the fuck off my stage”. Cue applause. What was the fucking point? It’s clear he isn’t doing this to actually help people, but to show off his powers of commanding people. Many chat show hosts may do the same, but in as much of an obvious manner. I commend ITV for this blessing.

Then the end of the article really angered me: “Insiders say the only shows safe from the axe are This Morning and Loose Women”. This Morning I’ve never had much of a problem with compared to other programmes. It has Phillip “The Silver Fox” Schofield, which is always a plus. I have to disagree with them on the fact that they feel the need to clap every artist that plays. One example was Will.I.Am’s ‘I Got It From My Mama’, you could tell he was dying inside when he walked on screen slapping his hands together. I could understand his pain because the song was shit and not something you should hear on early morning television. A few lyric samples:
“If the girl real sexy, nine times out of ten. She sexy like her mama. And if her mama real ugly. I guarantee ya she gon’ be ugly like her mama.”

Loose Women on the other hand gets me seething. A show worthy of its title, a collection of women with vaginas’ like buckets that the even biggest black mans’ cock wouldn’t touch the sides. Main offender: Carol McGiffin. An ugly cow with a massive nose who brags about she has no kids or stable man in her life so spends all her money on expensive shit, cheap men and holidays that no one gives a shit about. A real empty husk of a human being Even her fellow “loose” women shuffle uncomfortably on their chairs as she goes into another rant.

There's a reason there isn't a stable man. The alcohol wears off the next day.


We get it, you’re a whore. Now shut up. This has to be costing more money than many of the programmes mentioned above, which are cheap already. Get a bit of variety ITV, have a panel of blokes occasionally. But if it were just a group of blokes, sexism protests would sprout all over the country. Because that just wouldn’t do. What we’re stuck with is an aging panel of 35[ish?] plus year old skanks who have to mention an ex-boyfriend of theirs who has a dodgy toenail or whatever whenever a serious issue is raised, because the two are inexplicably linked somehow.


On a final note, a puzzler. In Eminem’s Stan, these lyrics peaked my interest:

“If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fucking idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do”

A six year old at an Eminem concert? C’mahn, don’t bullshit me. This might be explained that Stan ran home to get his brother after the concert then they both waited in the blistering cold for four hours. Either way, a six year old Eminem fan? Any parent who lets a six year old child listen to Slim Shady’s songs is irresponsible. I’m not dissin’ you Slim, I do enjoy some of your banging lyrics.