Marcy Sparx: Mini-Comic (another comic book review)

Me and those damn reviews huh? (Lol). All humor aside, I really wanted to review this comic in the first place because a) I have never known of its existence and b) the artwork and color scheme is just in my market c)plus it has to do with supernatural stuff like angels, demons, and the usual the-end-of-the-world status. As a matter of a fact, my main reason for buying this comic book is because it mentions many actual legends, myths, and biblical names. The issue I read was the third in the mini-series, which is the first one I ever read for the moment so I don't know about the other issues (by the way this is not the cover of the issue I read). As you can see from the style it is a dark color scheme type. However, what gives it another bonus brownie point is the crass but true humor in the dialogue. The main character turns into a devil-girl usually when in combat and when she changes back she is a blond girl. Most of the time when I pick comic books, I am not usually into blonds but this one takes the cake. She is punky and funny and to mention kick-ass. (Yes, another female superhero). I personally  have a knack to get comic books with female main characters lately because I like to see females who take action instead of saying, "oh my hero." Though, there is Lois Lane; who was a woman with a career (among my friends we have come to the theory that she is a lizard woman but that is another blog post for another day).I guess right now I am more into female superheroes taking action and still being feminine. (I recommend finding a Comic Book Jones near you if there is because they have good prices and clearance items)

Marcy Sparx: Mini-Comic (another comic book review)

Me and those damn reviews huh? (Lol). All humor aside, I really wanted to review this comic in the first place because a) I have never known of its existence and b) the artwork and color scheme is just in my market c)plus it has to do with supernatural stuff like angels, demons, and the usual the-end-of-the-world status. As a matter of a fact, my main reason for buying this comic book is because it mentions many actual legends, myths, and biblical names. The issue I read was the third in the mini-series, which is the first one I ever read for the moment so I don't know about the other issues (by the way this is not the cover of the issue I read). As you can see from the style it is a dark color scheme type. However, what gives it another bonus brownie point is the crass but true humor in the dialogue. The main character turns into a devil-girl usually when in combat and when she changes back she is a blond girl. Most of the time when I pick comic books, I am not usually into blonds but this one takes the cake. She is punky and funny and to mention kick-ass. (Yes, another female superhero). I personally  have a knack to get comic books with female main characters lately because I like to see females who take action instead of saying, "oh my hero." Though, there is Lois Lane; who was a woman with a career (among my friends we have come to the theory that she is a lizard woman but that is another blog post for another day).I guess right now I am more into female superheroes taking action and still being feminine. (I recommend finding a Comic Book Jones near you if there is because they have good prices and clearance items)

The Raven (an exerpt) by Edgar Allan Poe

Since, Halloween is right around the corner (really it is). I decided to post an excerpt of one Edgar Allan Poe's famous poems, "The Raven," With no further ado:

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; —— Darkness there, and nothing more.    

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
                                                Merely this, and nothing more.    


Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
                                    'Tis the wind, and nothing more!"    

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
                                         Perched, and sat, and nothing more.    

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
                                             Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."    


Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
                                               With such name as "Nevermore."    

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
                                               Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."    


Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster — so, when Hope he would adjure,
Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure —
                                               That sad answer, "Nevermore!"

(If you wish to read more, click here to read the whole poem)

The Raven (an exerpt) by Edgar Allan Poe

Since, Halloween is right around the corner (really it is). I decided to post an excerpt of one Edgar Allan Poe's famous poems, "The Raven," With no further ado:

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; —— Darkness there, and nothing more.    

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
                                                Merely this, and nothing more.    


Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
                                    'Tis the wind, and nothing more!"    

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
                                         Perched, and sat, and nothing more.    

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
                                             Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."    


Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
                                               With such name as "Nevermore."    

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
                                               Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."    


Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster — so, when Hope he would adjure,
Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure —
                                               That sad answer, "Nevermore!"

(If you wish to read more, click here to read the whole poem)

Lady Mechanika (a comic book review)

Yesterday a few friends and I went to Comic Book Jones to catch up on some comics. It was my first time there so I was very interested in the array of comic series they had on display. I got two comics called Lady Mechanika and Mercy Sparx. Both had awesome punky and grungy themes through their female characters. In Lady Mechanika you there is more of a SteamPunk theme in the artwork, which I frankly find amazing because it actually takes place in the 1800's. The main character is just awesome and kick ass. For the beginning of the comic it has a basic plot to follow. There isn't really that much of a mystery to get into in the beginning. Although, if you are into comics with kick-ass female main characters that curse like a sailor and a dark color scheme to go along with it, I recommend Lady Mechanika.

Lady Mechanika (a comic book review)

Yesterday a few friends and I went to Comic Book Jones to catch up on some comics. It was my first time there so I was very interested in the array of comic series they had on display. I got two comics called Lady Mechanika and Mercy Sparx. Both had awesome punky and grungy themes through their female characters. In Lady Mechanika you there is more of a SteamPunk theme in the artwork, which I frankly find amazing because it actually takes place in the 1800's. The main character is just awesome and kick ass. For the beginning of the comic it has a basic plot to follow. There isn't really that much of a mystery to get into in the beginning. Although, if you are into comics with kick-ass female main characters that curse like a sailor and a dark color scheme to go along with it, I recommend Lady Mechanika.

Is Feminism Gone Wrong?

Recently, I had an interesting conversation with someone on feminist ideals and we both arrived at the idea or rather the question: Is Feminism today gone wrong? Of course, he said yes and I didn't know if I wanted to answer back.  In the 1960's feminism was a big movement in which many women who participated wanted to stop being constricted exorcising their rights (i.e certain job positions, etc). The feminists who protested fought for what most of us females today have. However, at the end of that movement things seem to have gone out of control. The common view that women are superior than men has become a shared aspect of feminists today. More people have gone against the feminist's views(Susan Pinker) and others have decided to believe in it like a religion. I personally am not saying every feminist or non-femenist thinks this way; but majority goes to either extreme. I would like to have a nice conversation on the rights of a female with someone, whether they are male or female,without having to worry if being a feminist is wrong or misunderstood. When I say I am feminist, I mean that women should have equal opportunity as men to get equal paying jobs, or that it shouldn't be reprimanded or looked down upon if a woman decides not to have children. Women shouldn't be seen as some sort of animal or a goddess. They should be seen as human beings. I am not asking to bring the moon to me. I am just asking not be judged for having an opinion despite me having a vagina. Is this wrong?