FURIOSA: A MAD MAX SAGA (trailer)

Ohfuckyes.

First time working according to my old work schedule since the last few months unleashed hell and it feels so good to be back.

D yellow but not DD yellow in posable plastic

Staring up and in circles around the Paintshop, as is my wont when I'm getting nowhere quickly, I'm fascinated that none of my yellow-costumed Daredevil figures, variant or otherwise, ToyBiz or Hasbro, use the DD symbol of Wally Wood's two yellow and red costume issues (five and six, feat the first of his changes to the suit before the all-red switch in seven): they all use the single D. Not sure why things worked out this way – or if this extends to the figures I don’t have, or why I've become fascinated with it (other than I needed something to stare at), or why I felt compelled to share it, but here it is. DD Yellow doesn’t get enough posable plastic love so I suppose we can add that grave injustice to the world’s list.

UTOPIA – Martin Küchen

From the saxophonist of yesterday's EarBliss, a haunting collection of free jazz compositions that immediately conjured the films of Carl Th. Dreyer, F.W. Murnau, and silent Fritz Lang – but compositions that, each and all, both stand on their own and flow from one evocative soundscape to the next. Superb.

A sign that (what passes for) my creative spark is on its way back(?): after finishing Becky Cloonan and Tula Lotay's SOMNA, a voice in my head said, Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to make something this beautiful?

IN THIS FOREVER UNFOLDING MOMENT – Vilhelm Bromander

Beautiful, stirring work of spiritual jazz in the vein of Alice Coltrane and Pharoah Sanders infused with Bromander’s impeccable compositional instinct. This thing soars.