Stuff I say on Skype: ANIMATION LESSON TYME!!!! (Superman TAS)

[7/21/10 8:18:13 AM] Andre L Churchwell Jr.: The DCAU (DC comics Animated Universe) forever changed the superhero's of the DC comicbooks by applying them to a cartoon show with all the best truisms and character traits that each superhero was known for in their mythology.

[7/21/10 8:21:09 AM] Andre L Churchwell Jr.: The truist adaption of Superman to this date: Superman: the Animated Series brought all the interpretations of Supes (the movies, the tv shows) and made damn sure to throw in everything from the comics that made Superman the great character that he is. For an example I decided to cut to the chase and show you the best fight scene of the series which they geniusly saved for the last episode.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTECNKpZAM4

[7/21/10 8:26:07 AM] Andre L Churchwell Jr.: Notice that this opponet, Darkseid, has never been seen outside of the comicbooks and maybe (if you want to count) the couple times he showed up on Super Friends: The Legendary Super Powers Show (1984) and The Super Powers Team: Galactic Guardians (1985) both times voiced by Frank Welker (Doctor Claw from Inspector Gadget:"I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME GADGET!!").

Also notice that this is the first opponent who is, in this setting, STRONGER THAN SUPERMAN. That means Supes can't just wail on him and hopes he gives up before killing somebody, Superman is forced to think outside of the box to win this battle (which is exactly what he is known for in his comicbook world...sometimes).

[7/21/10 8:51:28 AM] Andre L Churchwell Jr.: This fight is pitch perfect especially if you've been watching all the way up till now. A great Superman Series with a Finale that challenge the character. Up until now Supes actual hadn't fought anyone who was a murderer...of a supporting charcter, Dan Turpin a Metropolis policeman, that The Big S knew. He had been brainwashed previously by Darkseid to destroy not only cities and large military bases but his reputation as a trusted hero to the masses. PLUS the first time Superman or the Audience sees Darkseid this happens:

Darkseid is about to leave through a portal.

Superman: "Who are you?"

Darkseid: *Shoots LAZERBEAMS out of his eyes and brings Superman to such agony that he gets knocked out*

Superman: "ARRRGGGHHH!"

Darkseid: "That's who I am."

[7/21/10 8:51:34 AM] Andre L Churchwell Jr.: Episode here: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xbmmih_superman-s02e15-fathers-day_shortfilms

I WROTE SOMETHING (now what do I do?)

[This is an idea I have for an episode of Bibleman. This some of what I have written]

Life's Constant Barrage

This is about fear.
A teacher is using the unconditional stimulus (UCS) method to create a natural, unconditional response (UCR), fear of Christians and Christianity. As far as I know this kind of conditioning works on children who are less than a year old by placing the object they are suppose to fear in front of them, lets say a cross, and illiciting an ill reaction whenever that object is around, for example: a clanging of a metal bar with a hammer close to the child. This natural needs to be put to a stop, hence Bibleman's intervention.

Fight Scene-wise:
Has indotrinated students as far back as the 80s and 70s. So now they are fully formed warriors of fear for him to utilize against Bibleman. A Juliard-esque graduate with the best fencing capabilities of her class who can out fight Bibleman and his crew in a swordmatch. (BM uses verses about overcoming fear to either persuade them, weaken them, and in some cases distract them from fighting) She has students herself who she castisizes in front of BM and while they fight. ("Quit pretending to be Errol Flynn and aim for HIM not his SWORD!")

That may cover it, but just for the heck of it some throwaway ideas:
He has various sports teams of fighting squads under his wings (of fear). Such as
Wrestlers, Basketballers, Lacross-ers, Equestrians, Rugby players (exchange students from England)
He doesn't fight himself. He’s like the Emperor in Star Wars (Think Empire Strikes back and strike everything else out of memory).
He’s hard to defeat and confront seeing as he has been planning from the 1970s to meet his goals.
His alter-ego is a likable history teacher with few misgivings.
His appearance as a teacher is drastically different to the appearance he has as an evil mastermind. (which should lead to him having a shape shifting device of sorts, maybe one of the appearances is how he wished he looked and one is what he has been stuck with. Not sure which way to go there. It would be more interesting, and very Norman Osborn-y, for the teacher mask to be his real face and the supervillian mask to be the one only HE acknowledges as his true face.
Has many agents of fear. They could be anyone and everywhere…even unbeknownst to themselves. Oooooo, maybe it’s one of Bibleman’s squad! Too soon to tell though.


Opens with a flashback.
A child is scared. Screaming. Attempting to hide in an enclosed black room. His greatest fear is on the other side of the room: a small somewhat ornate wooden cross with a figure of a child kneeling, eyes closed, with a chalice in his hand. A comforting voice is heard telling the child to “Don’t be afraid. Papa’s here.”
The Story, proper, ensues with Bibleman and the crew going through their usual motions of modus operandi with a villain from their rogues gallery.

A CALL TO ARMS: YOU HAVE SOMETHING OF MINE JANAUL

A former friend of mine has stolen property of mine and has had it for two quarters.

Janaul Blount, the friend in question, has his claims and disputes but this is what happened:

I had a Dreamcast (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreamcast). I carried it with me wherever I went. Causing many a turmoil but never worse for the wear. I snuck it into my college dorm hiding it from my anti-video game parents ("Is that a Game-Boy!?" "Mom, it's a cellphone" "How come there's games on it?" "Phones can have games on them." "No they can't. They are meant to call people ONLY" "SIGH...").
I would play it, not in my room as it was prestinely devoid of a tv, in a friends room (we'll call this friend: Jamil). So much so, that I ended up asking him to keep it there instead of lugging it with me whenever someone got the itch to play "Marvel Vs. Capcom 2". What surprised me, and should have been a red flag, is that he said he would allow it in his room but promised that he held to responsibilty if anything happened to my system. I balked at the idea of him allowing something to happened without telling me and proceeded to not have it with me in my room.

Next quarter, I come straight to Jamil and ask for my Dreamcast back from his room.
He resoundly says he disavows knowledge of ever keeping the Dreamcast in his room (Def Con 2). He allows me to search the room feeling sorry for me and keeps telling me that my proposition never was... propositioned.
I freak for a week.
No leads.
No witnesses.
Nothing.
(I realized I'm putting a lot of theatre into this But it means a lot to me to get this back in my hands. I won't be able to be transported back to when I was 15 by plugging in my Dreamcast if I have no Dreamcast. There is a strong feeling there and I would rather lose it through the thought of me doing something wrong to my system then someone else keeping it and thinking it's theirs when it isn't.)

Janaul has my SCAD card. I'm a big pushover when it comes to wanting to help people with their money problems and Janaul convinces me to use my card to pay for his laundry that he can't seem to afford card-wise.
It begins to get late and he isn't answering his phone or appearing where he said he would to give me back my SCAD card (I get it back but this leads to the Dreamcast so hang on). I ask around and I find his begotten room. He's in there. Why won't he answer my calls then? I see people I know in his room (there not in SCAD anymore so I don't feel the need to include their pseudonyms) so I call one of them and look in at the reaction. He/She ignores my call!
I start to become very paranoid then I see something that looks like Son Son fighting something that looks like Cyclops on Janaul's television screen. "Marvel vs Capcom 2". He has it. Why wouldn't he let me in on it if he had a console that played the game I used to play? After all, he and I were friends who mostly battled each other in fighting games such as MvC2 on my Dreamcast. What if the reason they won't pick up the call so that I can come and get my SCAD card is so that I don't come into the room? And what if they don't want me in the room playing MvC2 because they are doing it on a Dreamcast they stole from me?
I knock.
I rudely ask to come in and see what they're doing and accuse Janaul of theivery (Not the move I would have done in hindsight)
Janaul pushes the door close on my footgiving me my card back while he does.
I threaten to call security if I'm not let in, I scream.
"Go ahead" is Janaul's retort. (This puzzled me. Wouldn't he just want to avoid getting kicked off campus in favor of swallowing his pride?)
Long story short; I didn't stay by the door to keep watch of who comes out. Security comes along with two RAs and search his room and find two Dreamcast controllers that are not mine but his. I have a meltdown, having felt as if I destroyed a friendship and wondered why Janaul just didn't let me in and prove me wrong instead of going through a two and a half hour ordeal.

This happened last quarter.
I trust what I saw. That was my game in that room. Janaul kept me out so I wouldn't catch him red handed. There were Dreamcast controllers in his room for what oher purpose? Why would I keep this up if this all didn't happen?

I would like to have a meeting with Janaul and a RD moderator before Friday.
He thinks it's his I hear. Well, if he can hold up a decent argument without closing a door I may think differently. For now, the man is a cheat, a liar, and a manipulator.

The hell is up with all this goodness?

THE HELL?!

I just finished having the best weekend ever and now I gotta finish some dumb ole' sketch for Life Drawing class?
The fuck, man.

Anywho, I twittered my ass off (but not even as much as I really should have), I played motherfuckin' football (flag football, but football nonetheless) on a battle of the sexes, I got back together with the radio team, I helped people with their issues of relationships, art queries, politics, genital issues, etc., I saw "Funny Games", "The Powerpuff Girl's Movie" and "Taxi Driver" for the first awesome times, I went out eating lobster with my mom and dad and girl who should be a friend (Krystal the Christian as I refer to her because that's her explaination for talking to me), I talk some crazy bullshit, saw Henry Rollins on Thursday and Nick Swardson on Friday.

All this and I'm not nearly done with this school year.
OH HELL NAW I AIN'T.

I found the mustard to ask Sir Swardson for an interview after a show with a made up press-pass. I wanted my school radio to have an interview or if it wasn't recorded than the school paper. I somehow kept at it and swung it. I'm waiting on the reply from his e-mail with baited breath. This has the distinct chance of not working out but hey, it was worth the shot, right?

Rollins. HOLY INTENSE SHIT.
Every subject was lobotomized by this dude.
After the show, he chastised some philanderer who missed the show but showed up to the "poetry reading" for not letting him get to his long line of autograph signées.
"I gave you my time but as you can see there are a lot of people here that I have to talk to"
"Yeah, so when are you comin' back to-"
"Did you hear what I just said, sir? Now I am trying to be pleasant but please do not let me resort to violence."
(the other guy dissolves)
"Thank you." (Goes back to writing and chattin' it up with the fans)

Got an e-mail from him too:
Drepants, thanks man. Keep filling the notebooks. Henry

I'm so fucking pleased as mothafuckin' punch.

I need sleep but THAT IS FOR THE WEAK.
Going to finish this fucking bone shit if it kills me.
Life drawing can suck a big hefty one.

OH I promised to Tyrone that I would not only make a blogger website for him but also get him an interview with my radio as well as play his songs on there. I'm obligated to help out whenever I can.

And down this road, you will face your ultimate fear...living with your parents when your 30.

Today is a brand new day for me.

I'm taking the reins.
I'm bringing up baby.
I'm takin' em to Missouri.
I'm knowin' when to holddem and when to folddem, when to walk away and when to run.
It's fantastic!
I am so doing stand-up as a job this summer (along with many part-time ones, OH that reminds me to check my e-mail for UPS's response to my e-mail).
I am doing something of magnitude everyday.
I am calling the people that need to be called every week.

Starting today, no more lazy about watching shit on the internet (I've done enough to last me a lifetime back in college).
I need to write and read and work every single day.
I have a year to get myself awesome and show my 'rents that Andre Lemont Churchwell Jr. is the man that they though he was going to be when he was sired those many moons ago.
I got movie ideas that need tinkering.
Bits that need it too.
My room need s to be the cleanest of the house.
And my comic books....ooh boy...my comic books will be studied and pondered about till I can create an original idea for one myself.

They will be no stopping me.
Except you.
Not you, the happy reader.
YOU.
INTERNET.

I must salvage what I can of my will and strength and keep these brandwith demons at bay long enough to...catch up on the news of a Runaway's movie?...Wah-WHAT! And Brian K. Vaughn is writing the scrip-NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' BOUT WILLIS!

....er...

Good 'morrow.

Amazingly, not an agenda setter for english class.

What I like about 1984 George Orwell: (so far)

Trying to get out ideas for "fun" in the book

mind you, I have only jumped around the book and read snipppets plus all that stuff I find on the internet and movies.

• It got lifted off the whole genre of Looking-tragically-at-the-future-while-making-you-aware-of-the-present
  
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• Some or most of the events have happened before in human history but not with the drama.
• Incidentally made Sci-Fi mainstream (here comes the Matrix in 1999)
• Gave us great ideas for propaganda (or when it comes to the Mac ad, anti-propaganda propaganda!)
• Year for a title. You don't see that much these days.
  
• Delves into the political atmosphere of a darker world similar to ours.
• Inspired a movie with the 2nd most kill counts for a lead charater (surprised Rambo wasn't on the list).
  
• My 1984 edition of "1984" (that's right, I'm a balla') has Walter Cronkite doing the introduction.
• I'm sorry. I think I need to capitalize WALTER CRONKITE to push this point to the 13% of you who actually will scream at your computer and post on the comments section, "Can I haz copies, plez?"
  
• It's a satire? Really? Huh.
  

I bring this gift to you. Out of the easiness of copy and pasting.

Sarah Silverman singing with Matt Damon!! - video powered by Metacafe

This just proves my point that serious actors or celebrities who can act makes stuff funny. (Andre's Thesis of Relative Stardom #3)
I can't believe I got that to work.
I rock. Cock.

Anyhoop, I hear that a comedian I know of is coming to a comedy club in Atlanta (finally).
I don't like wasting $30 unless I'm sure the man/woman/ape with a mallet can bring the heat (hey! a baseball term!)
Greg Fitzsimmons from Best Week Ever, and his Comedy Central Presents special (I mean, only the laypeople know this fine stand-up from these venues! Bah-Humbug.) I saw him on Comedy Central and craved more. MOAR DAMMIT. Well seasoned, not polarizing to audiences (aka not political), self-deprecating, y'know the kind of comic I'd like to become. (that italized 'I' seems pompous to me. Eh? Like I'm saying: "WHO ELSE BUT GOD AND I!")

So, he's going to be at the Punchline from the 7th of Feb. to the 9th. All I need now is a ride (feet) and $20 (some "deep favors").

Oh and before I go (like anyone is waiting on me/reading this), go see Rambo!
It's written and directed by the guy who did that last Rocky movie and jeez does it turn the Burmese military into human steak sauce. Rambo guns down more men in the last part of this movie than Rocky's I, II, or III (although I have not seen Rocky III and I missed some of Rocky I and II. They looked well varnished with the blood of the many to me. Eh.) There's some good storytelling going on before the Vietnam vet starts punching holes through people so it's enjoyable on other levels.
What will stick with me through life (ah god, I hope not) is that I saw this black family bring all there kids to see Rambo kick ass without the common courtesy of taking their names first. Not 12 or 13 year olds, I saw 6 and 5 and 8 year olds IN THE FRONT ROW.( When I close my eyes, I can still hear their cute little screams of mercy.) Was this punishment? Was this some form of child training? ("It's so they don't grow up all queer, alright? Do you have yer answers?") The Spartans have agoge and Atlanta children, at the age of 5 hopefully, will see, nay, MUST see Sly Stallone turning Burmese soldiers into soldier kabob? There were boobs on screen at one point.
BOOBS!!

He rips a guy's jugular vein out with massive fingers.
Well, I guess it was this or "Meet the Spartans". Apparently I was the only one to not have seen that godforsaken Satan's pussy of a movie. Me and Michael Cypress, that is. Go My-Cy!