Hey, all. Sorry I haven’t been able to post more, but the world’s kind of crazy and stupid, school’s keeping me busy, I still don’t have a proper computer; you know—
Wait, something’s happening today, but I can’t quite—
[Consults wall calendar, hash marks on wall next to wall calendar, and old-fashioned page-a-day desk calendar (1)]
…Oh, yeah, it’s the day before Valentine’s Day, the 97th anniversary of the League of Nations recognizing the perpetual neutrality of Switzerland, the 17th anniversary of the death of Peanuts creator Charles M. Schulz, and—
TWO YEARS, BITCHES!
(No GIFs because, like I said, no proper computer yet.)
 They still sell these, I think.
A Very Long and Heavily Involved Post about The Sexuality of Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu in the Upcoming Star Trek Movie (and Presumably Further Works Set in the Kelvin Timeline, as Well as Possibly in the Prime Universe), Considered from the Viewpoint of Someone who Is Both a Star Trek Fan and A Member of the LGBT Community…
Sure, why the hell not?
Let’s be conservative. Say that a lifetime achievement award can only be awarded to a creator with more than twenty-five years of work in the industry. Say further that this twenty-five-year limit extends from their date of first professional publication–no fanac. Would it make sense for a list of nominees, even in a historically male-dominated field such as comics, to completely exclude women?
So, in the interest of showing up the Angoulême Grand Prix jury, I have compiled a list of women who I would hypothetically nominate for such an award:
- Rumiko Takahashi
- Ann Nocenti
- Colleen Doran
- Wendy Pini
- Carla Speed McNeil
- Kaoru Mori
- Louise Simonson
- Marie Severin
- Francoise Mouly
- Trina Robbins
- Cat Yronwode
- Jill Thompson
- Marjane Satrapi
- Aline Kominski-Crumb
- Ramona Fradon
- Alison Bechdel
- Amanda Conner
- Roberta Gregory
- Julie Doucet
- Lynda Barry
- And a heck of a lot of others I can’t come up with at the moment. Chime in with your picks.
[Image from Dimension 13; art by Trina Robbins]
“So, here’s a thing” might make a better tagline than “For space is wide and good friends are too few.” The latter may be true—space being wide and good friends being too few—but it’s also a reference to a filk song that I’d be surprised if more than ten thousand people were familiar with and it’s not clearly related to this blog’s pop-culture-politics-whatever remit. “So, here’s a thing,” on the other hand, sums up my approach to blogging pretty well, I think.
Anyway, here’s a thing that isn’t related to any of the above: A fan video (can it be an AMV if none of the images in it are actually moving) of Ember from ElfQuest set to Britney Spears’s “Not Yet a Girl, Not Yet a Woman.” Why? I don’t know; the Internet can be a strange and magical place sometimes.
Nostalgia for old TV shows, at least on social media, takes a few forms:
- An assumption that the poster was one of a privileged few to grow up watching the show (“who else remembers this show?”)
- Just the opposite, an assumption the show was universally watched by others around the poster’s age and a generational touchstone which upon further reflection contains messages of great social and political import (“this show was the realest shit on TV).
- Conspiracy theories that the show was produced by a joint commission of the Central Intelligence Agency and Ted Turner in the service of the Trilateral Commission and Freemasons (who are the same, really, but they’re organizationally separate, so you’ve got to list them separately) in order to indoctrinate kids into the New World Order  (picture a massively complicated, borderline illegible graphic connecting about 50 different, seemingly-unconnected—to you, sheeple!—into one organic whole).
None of these are really how I relate to media or how I related growing up, especially not 2—we didn’t have TV when I was a kid, so I missed about a million hours of brain-frying and only watched wholesome improving fare like VeggieTales, PBS Kids, and Star Trek: The Next Generation and read a lot of stuff that I probably shouldn’t have in retrospect —so I’m usually a bit confused and out of sorts about this. I’m a bit confused and out of sorts about a lot of things. What’s disturbing is that I’m almost nineteen, so it’s my peers I’m out of touch with. Oh well…
 I accidentally typed New Word Order, which really sounds like it’s the name of a rap group.
 Yeah, there was fairly normal stuff like ElfQuest and every Star Trek tie-in novel available through the combined forces of the Timberland Regional Library System and Goodwill—and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy—but The Schrodinger’s Cat Trilogy? That shit’ll fuck you up when you’re ten. I think it’d fuck you up when you’re older, but I haven’t had the opportunity to re-read it, so I don’t know.
I don’t know what to say. I start a thing, then delete it. This seems too big; I feel like I’ll buckle under the weight of grief and anger at any second. 129 dead in Paris, France in a state of emergency, the worst attack on France since the Second World War, 40 dead in Beirut—what the hell do words mean under these circumstances?
Further posts, not about this subject specifically but about terrorism and refugees and Islamaphobia and diversity and…stuff…to follow. Just know this: Paris has stood for 2000 years and I imagine it will stand for at least another 2000. It’s withstood fire, plague, war, revolution; I suspect it can withstand terrorism. Paris will survive. France, God knows how, will survive. So will Beirut. So will Lebanon.
It’s about damn time.
This is The New Chasing the Rabbit. It is a blog dedicated to discussing popular culture, especially comics, animation, and genre fiction of all stripes, politics (of the national and regional varieties), and a third thing, which will rotate as need be. It updates every two weeks, on Thursdays or the weekend. I hope you enjoy it.
On Decoration Day, 1871, Frederick Douglass gave the following address at the monument to the Unknown Dead of the Civil War at Arlington National Cemetery. It is a short speech, but one of the best of its type I’ve ever encountered. I’ve posted it before, but it think it’s something worth re-reading and contemplating every Memorial Day.
The Unknown Loyal Dead
Arlington National Cemetery, Virginia, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1871
Friends and Fellow Citizens:
Tarry here for a moment. My words shall be few and simple. The solemn rites of this hour and place call for no lengthened speech. There is, in the very air of this resting-ground of the unknown dead a silent, subtle and all-pervading eloquence, far more touching, impressive, and thrilling than living lips have ever uttered. Into the measureless depths of every loyal soul it is now whispering lessons of all that is precious, priceless…
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