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I wonder where this one came from. I want to say from the Allied front in Murmansk/Arkhangelsk, but given logistics I imagine it was probably shipped in through the Black Sea to aid Denikin’s armies and got captured and shipped to Moscow later. Reminds me of a story I read in a book on the RCW where the Whites in the south lost something like 3 tanks because they weren’t secured properly at the docks and just slid into the sea.

Captured British tank Mk IV, in the service of the red Army, during the parade on red square.1920.

“Order.

Kuvira is driven by a fierce desire to protect and guide the citizens of the Earth Kingdom and persistent on achieving national unity through the use of military force. She displays mastery in the use of metalbending, and also demonstrates considerable physical strength.” Art by KDEJ.

Millennial Sisyphus keeps entering all the information from his resume into the web form, only for it to delete everything when he tries to move to the next page. He just goes back and types it all up again, over and over again, forever, and he never gets a job.

well life just isnt fucking fair is it humpback whale 85

There’s a line in George Orwell’s 1946 essay “In Defence of P. G. Wodehouse” where, in the course of discussing how Wodehouse’s work hewed closer to a fantasy Edwardian England than a fantasy interwar Britain, he wrote “...and Bertie Wooster, if he did exist, was killed in 1915.” That line has always haunted me in a way, and I believe that both for his good and our own, Bertie should always be kept far away from the horrors of the Great War.

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Pour one out for all the stories you'll never find again, that you barely remember in totality, but that left an impression on you that you'll never forget.

The short stories from standardized tests that you only had a few minutes to read, but those minutes will last a lifetime.

The books on the library display shelf you used to occupy time until your mom could come pick you up from school.

The graphic novel you picked up when you were first getting into comics and could never find again.

The single lines or themes from stories you otherwise don't remember, save for the one thing that you saw and internalized as a new part of your personality.

Let's pour one out for the books that built us, even if we never could find them again, and couldn't of we wanted to.

Today I started separating my 2900+ likes into various sideblogs just so I can keep track of them all, and I appear to have accidentally created an architecture sideblog.

Maybe I was just at the wrong age when I finally began reading them, but I never got into LoEG, and I think a lot of the above explains why. Heck, I’m still steamed over what Moore did with the Maschinenmensch (a.k.a. “false Maria) in The Roses of Berlin.

What do you dislike about league of extraordinary gentlemen?

Short answer: What I dislike about the comic is the same thing comic fans disliked about the movie- it turned my favorite characters into caricatures.

Long answer:

Make up your mind, Alan Moore- is the League okay with rape or not?  It’s horrifying when Hyde or Bond do it, but they first come across the Invisible Man in the process of raping children and basically laugh it off.

Bull-freaking-shit would Jonathan dump Mina over having ugly scars.  If you really needed to get him out of the way to hook Mina up with your preferred guy, why not just kill him off and have Mina angst over his death Gwen Stacy-style?

If Jonathan did ever dump Mina for her scars, Van Helsing would be waiting outside the house with a baseball bat (for Jonathan’s kneecaps) and a bouquet of flowers (in case Mina wanted to trade up.)

Why did Mina fall in love with Alan Quartermain?  I’m not opposed to younger woman/older man pairings, but…why?  Some amount of looks can be traded for some amount of personality or vice versa, but Quartermain as written by Moore had neither.

Why did Moore’s idea of “strong female character” mean “take a woman who was canonically kind and make her a straw feminist ice queen”?

If Jekyll became Hyde because he was ashamed of being gay, then why the everloving hell was Hyde into women?

People Alan Moore cannot do pastiches of: Shakespeare, P.G. Woodehouse, Jack Kerouac.

Pirate Jenny canonically (insofar as a throwaway song is canon) became murderous over doing humiliating menial work.  This was not enough for Alan Moore- she had to be raped, because that’s the only possible reason a woman would become a supervillain.

Since he’d already made her Indian, if he wanted her to have additional motivation to be mad, couldn’t it have been about racism?

I don’t like what he did with James Bond, but defending James Bond really isn’t the hill I want to die on.  Suffice it to say that it felt mean-spirited.

Speaking of mean-spirited, what does Alan Moore have against Harry Potter and Peter Rabbit?

If you’re going to write a series of comics that amount to “look how much better I am than these other sexist, racist authors!” then your comic should be 1) actually better, and 2) not sexist or racist.

Neil Gaiman goes on about how the movie adaptation was the first time everyone agreed the movie sucked and the comic was great, and it annoys me because I *don’t* agree that the comic was great.

In fact, that’s a big part of why it all pisses me off- I feel like I’m supposed to love this comic.  I spent years trying to love this comic.  I do not love this comic.

Now, do I think you can do this kind of critique well?  Yes, and I’ll point to a series I love, Jane Carver of Waar.  An expy of John Carter of Mars shows up in the second book as the villain, and poorly handled it could have felt like a snide “fuck you to all my predecessors in this genre.”  As written, though, it was “isn’t it fucked up that John Carter of Mars owned slaves and fought for the Confederacy?”  This works because it is a valid point.  It is fucked up that John Carter of Mars owned slaves and fought for the Confederacy.

League, on the other hand, is like going “It’s it fucked up that John Carter of Mars ate children?”  It’s not a valid point, and it just makes me go “But…he didn’t?”

Metropolis (1927, Fritz Lang)