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Ok, I'm not the biggest Spidey fan on the planet, but this comes as a shade close to blasphemy in my book.

Press Release:

Bangalore, India (June 14, 2004) — Marvel Comics & Gotham Entertainment Group – Indian publishing licensee of Marvel Comics and the leading publisher of international comic magazines in South Asia – announces the launch of Spider-Man India.

Spider-Man India interweaves the local customs, culture and mystery of modern India, with an eye to making Spider-Man’s mythology more relevant to this particular audience. Readers of this series will not see the familiar Peter Parker of Queens under the classic Spider-Man mask, but rather a new hero – a young, Indian boy named Pavitr Prabhakar. As Spider-Man, Pavitr leaps around rickshaws and scooters in Indian streets, while swinging from monuments such as the Gateway of India and the Taj Mahal.

Mumbai’s (Bombay’s) first web-swinging superhero will be joined by a reinterpretation of the classic Spider-Man villain, the Green Goblin -- reinvented as a Rakshasa, an Indian mythological demon.

“We feel this is one of the most exciting and unique projects in comic history,” said Gotham Entertainment Group CEO Sharad Devarajan. “Unlike traditional translations of American comics, Spider-Man India will become the first-ever ‘transcreation,’ where we reinvent the origin of a Western property like Spider-Man so that he is an Indian boy in Mumbai and dealing with local problems and challenges.”

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So time for another update. I've had alot on my mind lately, and this is my attempt to solidify it into something vaguely rational for the digestion of others. First and foremost, Erik is looking alot beter, thanks to some careful diet attention. No clue yet as to the cause, but what ever it is, it's in Ginger Ale but not other sodas, and maybe a few other foods. Not sure exactly where we are going next with this (not having insurance is the sux0rs), but its so very nice to have him back up to snuff.

We went to see the new Harry Potter movie last night at the Imax. I was, in truth, disapointed in many ways with the movie. It diverged from the plot of the book in too many points, and thus many of the points which the book made for later stories were lost. No explination of why the Patronus Harry can conjur looks like a stag, nor does the Patronus apear as a stag every time when conjured at full strength. Nor explination of the map names - ie, Harry's father, Lupin, Sirius, and the Rat). And the ending was... well, horrible in its painful attempt to "feel good". The two things I wasnt disapointed in was the constant time refferences throughout the visuals of the movie (good for the general plot of the book), and the CGI of Buckbeak. Someone actually did some research into what a hypogriph should look like.

Other than catching up on my movies, I've been working on graduate school stuff. The actually school stuff other than finantial aid is taken care of, its all the other stuff, such as finding a place to live, which is driving me nuts. More acturately, it is the reactions/actions of everyone around me which are driving me nuts. I'm either moving too fast or too slow, never finding the right answers, never doing the right research. Yet heaven forbid someone tell me the questions I should be asking, or what things I should be doing. I have an offer of a free place to live, but an hour's drive away. My car is in worse and worse shape with each passing mile, and I can't aford a new one or even a used one. Yet living in Athens, I'll have to find a job there (next to ipossible). And there are more things, complications and implications which I haven't even figgured out yet, I'm sure.

Is the frustration showing yet? Yes, yes it is.

"Writing isn't hard at all; you just have to pretend you're an infinite number of monkeys."

So today is an important day in Virus History. Today, the world meets the first ever cell phone virus. And its amusing as hell. World, meet the Bloomsday Virus. Virus, meet the world.

Btw, for those of you who DONT know why this virus hit today, today is the 100th Bloomsday.

Oh my god! There's an axe in my head!

The Ten Commandments for C Programmers

Read, and be educated. And remember "Thou shalt not follow the NULL pointer, for chaos and madness await thee at its end."

So... browsing around the net, and I come across two rather amusing things.

Best. AskMe. Thread. Ever.

I really wish I could add a comment to this. I love the sugestions, and most, if not all, are valid. But none of them have hit on my favorite method. Though I was taking notes on the draining method. I LIKE that. Only problem is that you need to not only do it in a tub, but cover your walls with plastic first. Blood sprays. Alot.

And in more "wow our government did funny shit" news: LSD Related to Death of an Elephant.

Summary
In 1962, three men at the University of Oklahoma, lead by the idiosyncratic, CIA-collaborator Louis Jolyon "Jolly" West, injected LSD into an elephant for the first time. Their stated intent was to determine if LSD would induce "musth", a naturally occurring condition in which elephants become violent and uncontrollable. After a series of events, the elephant died. There is some controversy and confusion surrounding the cause of death.


Wow. Yet more proof you can get grant money to do ANYTHING.

So its been awefully quiet around here recently, eh?

Yeah, right.

The night after my court date, I spent the evening keeping Erik company in the ER. See, about three weeks ago he started getting weird little hives. No biggie. Well, they keep getting worse. Tuesday night, they are Everywhere.

Great.

So, they pump him full of antihistmines (mmm intraveinous benydril good) and pain kilers, and send him home. A trip to the doctor, tones of bloodwork, and a trip to the dermitologist later - no news is not good news. Its not Stevens Johnson syndrome (Thank the gods) - but it doesnt seem to be a normal alergic reaction either.

So, hes being kept pumped full of antihystimiens and cortisteroids, but it doesnt seem to be getting any better. At least it doesnt seem to be getting any worse. Tomorrow marks the second trip to the dermatologist, and I doubt any new news.

No emails of well wishing are needed, just keep him in your thoughts. We are both coping, to some degree. It simply is a matter of time before it either goes away, or they find what is wrong. However, if anyone knows any good Alergists or Dermatologists in the Atlanta metro, the information is welcome.

So today was court day. Remember the accident I had a while back? Yeah, well, today was the day I went in to face the judge about it. I plead not guilty the first time through the arainment process, simply out of one fact: I refuse to plead anything but that until I have spoken with a lawer. So I waited, and watched, and listened to the people who were there as well.
So many stories there, if you listen. A boy charged with driving without a licens tells of how he was driving a drunk friend home across his neighborhood, even though he didn't have a licens. A $500 fine is his reward for his good deed. A tearful small blond woman, with dishevled makeup and hair, watches with sadness as the judge delivers her sentance for DUI and posession: nearly 500 hours of community service and a week's jail time. A bevy of youngsters charged with minor in posession of alcohol, most of whom I imagine were busted at the same prom party, followed closely by a man charged with serving alcohol without a licens. Somehow, I can imagine they are all related to one event, though they do not talk amongst themselves.
At last, it comes time for the plee bargans to be made. I discuss things with my lawyer, note that the accident report is incorrect in stating which lane we were in, and point out how dangerous the intersection is. A quick conference with the judge, and my sentance is read: fine is suspended, no points will be added to the licens.
I walk out with a smile on my face. Sure, my insurance rates will still go up. But it gives me a chance at them going down again sooner than if I had been fined. Its over, for now, and I can go back to feeling like a decent driver again.