Butterchips faces down the One Media To Rule Them All in the latest comic from Alex Schumacher!
FILM / Finding the Sacred Among the Profane: The Passion of the Christ / Sean Woodard
Film Editor Sean Woodard explores the gratuitous violence in Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ and equates it with torture porn in his latest Finding the Sacred Among the Profane column.
Maybe if there was a Degrassi episode about Liberty getting injured on a school trip to the US and needing to get surgery before she could return back to Toronto, I could have been warned about how shitty it would be to have to pay out of pocket and would’ve remembered the importance of keeping my OHIP valid. Or at the very least—remember that it was possible to still seek help and pay out of pocket because my mental health was worth it.
It was a free trial of Star Wars Galaxies. He should’ve just waited till he got home. Instead he logged on to an external server from inside the Department of Justice and spent two hours roaming the Dantooine countryside as “Darth Laser.” It was the name Mark used when he played Star Wars as a kid and now it was going to be officially entered into his record.
I had nothing much left except for this job. Well on my way to becoming a master of these monsters but that’s just all that they were. Monsters. Even after being caught they still fought you tooth and nail. Electrocution, drowning, even suffocation in a tornado of fallen leaves just a few potential side effects in facing these beasts.
FILM / Captain Canada's Movie Rodeo / April 2019 / Gabriel Ricard
Gabriel Ricard offers his two cents on the Steven Spielberg vs. Netflix debate and more in his latest Captain Canada’s Movie Rodeo.
The woman I become shaves her head
again & again because nothing ever feels clean.
the person at the epicenter of the experience doesn’t necessarily
get to decide / i was completely at his mercy in that way / it was
just like a whole other layer of being burned /
growing up, you always thought you’d be as tall as lightning in a bottle, so damn electrical
you’d shatter any prison with your brightness & shoot through the clouds in a blaze of glory
it hasn’t worked out the way you had hoped, wasting your wilderness on the American Dream
partying in the gooey lowlands & cutting up napkin monsters, all that talk about howling
where were you when all the broken people in your life built boats out of used razor blades?
i tap into the spot in my chest you live to not respond to his text
i trust that everything will work out in time for the credits
queen of choosing loyalty and herself first
queen of platonic girlfriends
teach the bend and snap to everyone
The Drunk Monkeys Film Department looks back at the past two decades in television, sometimes called a Golden Age, and selects the 50 best series.
He was older and tall
and married though I didn’t know
that last part till I was in too deep
in so deep with his dick
that I gave him a yeast infection and went to therapy
Growing up poor, Clark Kent's hundred-acre Kansas farm might as well have been on another planet and Wayne Manor, with its caverns and butlers was always the most unbelievable part of the Batman mythology. I still don’t understand the kids that picked Batman or Superman.
The author points out that unlike the children’s world, the world of grown-ups is strikingly unjust: “Every child is affected thus the first time he is treated unfairly. All he thinks he has a right to when he comes to you to be yours is fairness. After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but he will never afterwards be quite the same boy.” The transition to maturity is bitter. One gets betrayed. One gets broken.
How did I feel in the fall of my freshman year of college? I was lonely and lost, but posting Richard Brautigan’s “Karma Repair Kit” (the memory of reading it in a dog-eared used paperback curled up on the floor of my college town bookstore coming back to me now) and an mp3 of LCD Soundsystem’s “All My Friends” (before I wore it down from playing it on loop that first Thanksgiving back home) articulate this better than my own words ever could, let me re-experience what exact type of lonely I was, and remind me how the loneliness was mixed with other things, like twinges of excitement at the sheer newness of the experience.
no token-booths,
no gates,
passengers stripping the body
in preparation.
Amenorrhea means no children, or children if you’re lucky. The Latin translates to no moon. I am a moonless woman. The Pollock painting does not depict me.
First, there’s the original film being riffed upon by the MST3K cast, “The Pumaman”, an Italian superhero flick directed by Alberto De Martino in 1980. (De Martino refers to the film as, “The only pic I did wrong in my whole career,” so we’re already off to a swimmingly good start.)
Hours later, Erik Estrada arrived with entourage in tow, a collection of guys in Hawaiian shirts and sandals. Despite his age, the wrinkles about his eyes could not be seen in this light, nor could you notice his sagging midsection. If only the same could be said for me.