SANTA MONICA, Calif., Oct 07, 2008 /PRNewswire-FirstCall via COMTEX News Network/ -- Activision Publishing, Inc. (Nasdaq: ATVI) has shipped the latest installment of best-selling Crash Bandicoot(R) video game franchise, Crash(R) Mind Over Mutant, to North American retailers. Developed by Radical Entertainment, Crash: Mind Over Mutant is rated "E10+" (Everyone Age 10 and up) by the ESRB and is available on the Xbox 360(R) video game and entertainment system from Microsoft, Wii(TM) home video game system, Nintendo DS(TM), PlayStation(R)2 computer entertainment system and PSP(R) (PlayStation(R)Portable) system.

In the deepest Crash adventure yet, Crash: Mind Over Mutant arms players with new features, including the ability not only to control enemies once they are 'jacked,' but to store the mutants in Crash's pocket, upgrade them and utilize their unique powers. Players can also roam through Wumpa Island in a two-player cooperative mode with Crash's sister Coco.

"Crash Bandicoot is one of the best loved characters in video games -- we're excited to bring him to next-gen and feature co-op play for the first time in this all-new adventure," said David Pokress, head of marketing for owned IPs, Activision, Inc. "Crash: Mind Over Mutant is a family-friendly title that captures the humor and charm of Crash Bandicoot, along with all his hilarious antics that will keep both kids and parents entertained this holiday season."

In Crash: Mind Over Mutant, a rejuvenated Neo Cortex is taking over the world one brain at a time! Cortex and N. Brio devise a new kind of evil -- a text-messaging, do-anything device that controls both mutant and bandicoot minds. The "free-romping" experience allows players to voyage and explore through intersecting worlds, giving them a new game play experience depending on which mutant Crash stores in his pocket for the ride. Armed with his quick-wits and lightening agility, Crash must free his friends, the titans and save the day!

For more information on Crash: Mind Over Mutant, please visit http://www.crashbandicoot.com.

Wenn man weiß, daß mein Taschenmesser aufgeklappt genau 20 cm lang ist, kann man die Ausmaße dieses Pilzes erahnen. Dieses Exemplar war zu alt (und zu bewohnt) für den Kochtopf, aber obwohl es eigentlich zu kühl war, hat der kleine Spaziergang am Südhang doch genug eingebracht, um den Pfannkuchen Geschmack zu verleihen.

Dazu schlage ich drei Eier auf, füge 2 gehäufte Eßlöffel Mehl, 1/8 l Milch, einen Teelöffel Salz, eine gehackte Zwiebel, zwei große, fein gehackte Knoblauchzehen, eine Hand voll Schnittlauch und eine Prise Pfeffer hinzu und schlage die Masse mit dem Handmixer schaumig. Nun füge ich die Pilze in kleinen Scheibchen dazu, soviel ich mit dem Teig bedecken kann. Gut unterheben, so daß sich die Pilze auch gut mit Zwiebeln und Knofi vermischen!

Anschließend backe ich Pfannkuchen von der Mischung. Die im Rezept angegebene Menge sollte eigentlich für drei Personen ausreichen, aber wir packen sie auch zu zweit.

Dieses Lied habe ich extra für dich gepostet Zero no Louise:
MACH ONE - DU HUND!!

WARNUNG!! der nachfolgende Text ist für liebe und unschuldige Menschen nicht gedacht, da er vor aufregung und Schimpfwörter strotzt. Der Text ist gesponsort von "SHIZO" deiner 2. Persöhnlichkeit.

Louise!! Jede 2. Klassige Haremette dieser Serie ist 1mio. Sympathischer als Louise. Ich hasse Sie. Gratulation Louise du bist die 1. Anime Figur in über 10 Jahren die ich dafür hasse das sie überhaupt kein Profil hat. Eine ankotzende Endlosschleife von Person die bis unter die Augen mit verschimmelter Gülle vollgepumpt ist. DEINE SCHEISS FRESSE gehört zerschmettert, du hast keine Titten, kein Arsch, keine Ehre, falschen Stolz....und mit dem Aufgebot darf sich kein Schwein erlauben so extrem ankotzend zu sein wie du...du bist so Abartig unlogisch das deine Geschwister-Eltern von einem Stammbaum 100Jähriger Incest Geschichte Stammen müssen. Weiß der Geier welches kranke Supergenie aus verfaulten Mutanten-Kakckbratzen-Eiern und dem Genetischen Code vom Glöckner von Notre Dame, deine DNA in die Eizelle einer Urzeit-Warzen-Schildkröte gepflanzt hat und dich zu dem gezüchtet hat was du heute bist.
Du bist die Symbolyk....bwahh für einfach alles was beschissen ist. Im Namen des Herrn und aller Götter dieser Galaxie...wäre ich Saito, ich würd dich auf einen Stuhl Schrauben und vor deinen Augen die gesamte Harem-Belegschaft durchknallen....vieleicht würdest du dann mal deine dämliche Fresse halten und abhauhen. Die Serie wäre dann um 100% besser und würde "Happy Tsukaima without Louise" heißen. Liebe grüße und Fick dich ins Knie... (war das übertrieben...O.o ich denke nicht...es gibt halt nur eine wahrheit)

Eine Serie dessen größter Schwachpunkt ein weiblicher Hauptcharacter ist, den man am liebsten in kleine Scheiben hacken will...(weiterlesen)

Hallo?? die anderen Tussen tauchen auf...Saito x Louise is seit Staffel 2 ne feste Instanz und trotzdem hauhen die neue Haremetten raus?? wie Sinnlos beschissen is das denn...dann lasst doch wenigsten die dreckige Louise verrecken oder verschwinden. Wie ungeil ist den eine stressige Haupt-Chara-Haremette, die nervt ohne ende und da nebenbei noch nette und liebenswürdige Mädels auftreten... Der Author is Saddist und lässt Saito leiden. Oder der Author is ne Frau und unterdrückt Männer.

Finde den Fehler!! (...genau Louise in der Mitte is der Fehler, der Rest ist Perfect..)

es ist einfach GRAUSAM wie sich seit 3 Staffeln eine ständige Beziehungs Elypse eingestellt hat. ES IST EINFACH NICHT LUSTIG über 30 Episoden anzusehen wie sie sich küssen, ewige liebe schwören und paar minuten später der weibliche Main-Char seine ewige Eifersucht an den Helden auslässt. das is nicht romantisch das ist nervraubend "liebst du mich" "Ja" wirklich wirklich?" "ich schwöre" *kiss,kiss* und das geht so seit der ersten Staffel, und jedesmal macht die einen auf Fegefeuer wenn er nur eine andere anschaut. Das is billigstes Level...ich hab noch nie agressionen gegenüber einer Anime Figur entwickelt. Und als Anime Fan der seit über einem Jahrzehnt dieses Genre verfolgt, kann ich mit absoluter Sicherheit sagen:

Comedy,Harem,Ecchi,Romance und Nebencharaktere = unterhaltend, Zero Louise = der absolut mieseste und schlechteste Anime Charakter aller Zeiten der je in einer Serie solchen Genres je auftauchen hätte können. Ich als Trash Fan verkrafte viel und lobe viel, aber Louise ist schlecht, kann mir nicht vorstellen wie jemand diese Figur toll finden kann (außer kleinen kindern die nichts gegen die 100. wiederholung ihrer serie haben)

Wäre Louise nicht so primitiv geschrieben worden, hätte der Anime sicher mehr Punkte machen können.
Wo liet in einem Harem der Sinn eine feste Beziehung zu standartisieren, während drumherum der halbe Harem gerade ersteinmal in Erscheinung getreten ist O.o? was soll das, ich kaufe auch kein Pocorn wenn der Abspann läuft...EPIC FAIL!!

[NOTE: ...ach je...mir ist eigentlich egal ob das übertrieben war meine Abneigung so extrem darzustellen, aber ich sage nun mal meine Meinung...und warum sollte ich etwas verschönern O_o Gülle wird auch nich schöner wenn man ne Blume reinstellt. Ich mag ZNT für eine Comedy,Ecchi und Harem Anteile, aber die Figur von Louise ist wohl eine der schlechtesten aller Zeiten, ich check nicht warum leute etwas gut finden was sich "IMMER" wiederholt, uneinsichtig und dickköpfig ist... zum kotzen...]

Kilano sagt:
wo ist der verein/club/sekte gegen schlechte anime figuren??...ich will Vize-Präsident werden!!

UPDATE: Appreaently, it's the 11th in Europe for most platforms but it's 27th on Wii... I just happen to be buying the Wii version...

Superswitch - RUSH EP
Year: 2008
Style: electro , breakz, funk
Superswitch - R.U.S.H. (OST Cut)
Superswitch - R.U.S.H. (Jean Taes Bad Ass Groove Remix)
Superswitch - R.U.S.H. (Le Mutant's Space4Funk Mix)

Today was partcicularly sickening, as we were presented with relatively graphic description of Winehouse's filthy personal life and habits, which show it has little concern for itself, and less respect for others, as it covers designer clothes with its own vomit, and has no care as they are returned filthy for the owners to handle:

Employees at a top London store made a gruesome discovery recently when Amy Winehouse returned some borrowed designer dresses - covered in vomit.

An all night bender resulted in the soul singer covering £25,000 worth of Harvey Nichols gear in her trade mark messiness, according to a new report.

The Mirror quotes an insider as saying, “Unfortunately, while wearing one of the frocks, she went on an all-night bender.

“She ended up in the loos, where she was violently sick. Let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.”

The PRs at Harvey Nichols were disgusted by Amy's lack of personal hygiene after the dresses were returned painted in chunks and green mould.

The insider added, “She eventually couriered them back on Monday, but didn’t wrap them separately. So sick had gone on all the clothes.

“Even worse, green, furry mould had developed on some gowns, making them unwearable.

“The store publicists weren’t best pleased. They send stuff out to celebs all the time, but it never gets into such a state.

"I doubt Amy will be sent any more designer gear for a while and the store has now asked for its £25k back.”

Some NES arcade ports are utter shit, lets not kid ourselves, N.A.R.C. was a joke. Back in the day, taking a game that was built for arcades and throwing the code at much simpler tech was not an easy or pretty task. Not that I'm saying arcades were amazingly top of the line back then. If you go download the trial Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles arcade game from the Xbox Live Arcade, there isn't much eye-candy, that's for sure. But that's the exact reason why gameplay was the focus. Normal mapped character models were just a twinkles in dev's eyes back then.

I present: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Arcade Game. The arcade to NES translation is amazing. The dev's got rid of the small amount of voice clips that were in the arcade version, toned down the graphics a bit, and shortened some of the levels. But the thing they maintained in entirety is the amazing brawler gameplay. Going through the game with my little brother is one of my favorite memories of the NES days. Check this one out, remember the quarter-munching days.

NES - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Arcade Game

While registering for a Stardock account at www.politicalmachine.com.

Mother fucking frogs with tails braugh. God damn we live in a weird world where fucking frogs can go around with tails freaking the shit out of anyone golfing. Shit

That brings me to natural selection

Where mutation is random, natural selection is not.
As I said mutations can be positive or negative, positive mutations increase an organism chances of survival and reproduction and thus the chances of passing on these positive mutations to the next generation, negative mutations decrease an organism chances of survival and reproduction and thus the chances of passing on these negative mutations to the next generation. Over generations the positive mutations build up in the population while negative mutations are weeded out.
This is natural selection.

Genetic drift is random mutations that build up over time in a population resulting in changes in the genetic makeup of the population.

Links and sources
Examples of Beneficial Mutations and Natural Selection
Mustation
Wikipedia - Mutation
National Human Genome Research Institute - Glossary - Mutation
Talk Origins - Are Mutations Harmful?
Examples of Beneficial Mutations in Humans
Natural Selection
Wikipedia - Natural Selection
Understanding Evolution - Natural selection
Gentic Drift
Wikipedia - Gentic Drift
Understanding Evolution - Gentic Drift
Talk Origins - Random Genetic Drift

Part 5
Part 7
Evolution main page

This picture fucking kills me.

Directed By: Álex de la Iglesia

Starring: Antonio Resines, Álex Angulo, Frédérique Feder, Juan Viadas, Karra Elejalde, Saturnino García, Fernando Guillén

Released: 1993

I was actually intending to do a double whammy great movie review today, both films by Spanish director Álex de la Iglesia. The first - 800 Bullets - was a tribute to the spaghetti westerns of the 1960s. I watched this a few weeks ago and have been meaning to jot my thoughts down. Sufficed to say for now, it was great. When I sat down to watch Acción Mutante today I decided to write the review tonight and talk about how good they were. Sadly that won't be happening. I'm going to write about 800 Bullets another day, because I really don't want to associate it with Acción Mutante in people's heads. This film stunk.

The plot sounds absurd, and the artwork for the film looked very interesting - check out the poster on the left for god's sakes!!

In a future where attractive people dominate society, a terrorist group called Acción Mutante consisting of freaks and mutants fight against the establishment. It's a diverse group, including siamese twins, the world's stupidest man and a hunchbacked dwarf among others. Upon the release of their leader after five years imprisonment for arms dealing they embark on an enormous kidnap stunt - the plan is to snatch a bride at her wedding, so they can hold her father (who is a wealthy businessman) to ransom. All goes wrong when the dwarf, who is hiding in a giant wedding cake with a machine gun, is stabbed to death when the cake is cut due to bad timing with the rest of the plan. Chaos ensues, and the group escape leaving two of their number dead. Blasting off into space, the news begins to report that the ransom is $100,000,000 as opposed to the $10,000,000 that the leader had told them they would be asking for.

When confronted, he claims it's a divisive tactic on the part of the police to get them to turn on each other. It becomes clear that he's lying as he starts to murder the gang one by one, including one of the siamese twins (but not the other!!). The remaining twin, in love with the bride and furious at his brother's murder, manages to fight the boss for long enough to distract him from the fact that they're about to crash into a planet. They do so, and are presumed dead.

They aren't. The bride has now fallen in love with the boss (stockholm syndrome) and luckily they have crashed into the planet where the ransom exchange is taking place - a planet with NO WOMEN! The boss sets off to get the bride there rape free, while the remaining twin follows after a while, dragging his dead brother with him. Well he doesn't have much choice does he?

It may sound like I've given a lot away there - and I sort of have - but that accounts for only the first 30 or 40 minutes of the film. The opening segment - particularly the credit sequence - show tremendous promise. Zany, bizarre and fun, it looks like a barrel of laughs. Unfortunately, a lot of the plot details I've mentioned there are supposed on my part - often things are barely explained or ignored totally. People just do things. From the beginnning there is no clear plot head, and at the end the entire film's events just feel pointless. It has occasional flashes of utter brilliance, but they're so brief and so hidden beneath layers of confusion and strange occurences which come across as someone trying hard to be 'random'. This is so far removed from the director's more recent work that I wouldn't have actually had any idea it was directed by the same man.

The effects are bad, but in a forgivable, low-budget way. Handled differently, the ingredients here could have been a lot of fun! There's a lot of creativity in the sets and props, but it's sadly wasted.

It isn't a total disaster, but I can't recommend it at all sadly. I shall have to post my 800 Bullets review soon, just to try and balance this one out.

Rating: X X

     The first band practice, with what was to become the BASTARDS, I can still remember vividly. I had previously met Doug Cheatwood at the local coffee shop, as he wanted to put a band together for a short tour with Joe Jack Talcum. I had invited Doug Shelor along to fill the duties on Drums. When I arrived at "the Box" (our rehearsal space), I saw both Cheatwood and Shelor. I walked in and shortly after plugging in my gear I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to see a young and quite dapper gentleman. Doug introduced him as Benji Pugh who would be supplying the guitar duties. We made our introductions and proceeded as planned to work through the songs that we would be playing. What struck me immediately was that Benji was wearing a purple Crown Royal bag on his left hand. He plugged in his gear, looked around the place, took a moment, and reached for the purple bag's string He slid off the bag and..... OK I'll get to that...

     Flash-forward to Washington D.C.  Camellia Delk is with us now and the BASTARDS are complete. We are standing outside the "Velvet Lounge" and there is a man hanging out who says “You guys in a band?” We say "No" although it was obvious we were joking as we were loading gear in. He asked our names. We replied and He introduced himself as Prince, but I swear was a shoe in for Maceo Parker. He offered to watch our Tour Van for the night. I slipped him a 5 spot to seal the deal. I looked at Benji and said, "Hey bro, can I take a picture of that?" He looked hesitant but agreed…

     Flash back to the “Box”. As he reaches for the Crown bag, I must admit I was curious. What he pulled from that bag haunts me to this day. You see Benji has what is referred to as Hexadactylism, in other words he has six fingers on his hand, ostensibly he is a descendant of the nephilum from scripture. While it was odd at the time I have grown to look past it. But the lingering rumors that persist, I am hoping to dispel with this blog. So to answer some common questions:

1) Yes all of the fingers work.

2) No He does not have supernumerary teeth.

3) As far as we know he is not related to the alien race of humans called the Corts from 'Dr Wolf's: Top Secret UFO Disclosure'.

4) Yes it is an autosomal dominant mutation

5) Yes He Rocks Rightly!!!!

     Below is the very picture of the hand I took outside of the Velvet Lounge in Washington D.C. with my cell phone

     Here is a live shot where I have highlighted both the left and right hands. Notice the size difference. Go ahead count all six on the left. :)

I Hope this helps. It's time for us to heal. Seriously.

Genesis 6:4 (KJV), 2 Samuel 21:20 (KJV)

I'll be honest: I never heard of the "Twilight" book series by Stephenie Meyer until I started seeing articles in Entertainment Weekly over the past few weeks touting it as the new rage and Harry Potter's replacement. I decided to pick up the first book, "Twilight", and see what all the fuss was about. Despite the fact that it sometimes read like a romance novel written from a 14-year-old girls' perspective (I've never read a romance novel, nor have I read a novel written by a 14-year-old girl, so this is complete conjecture), it was actually an extremely quick read and I flew through it. And then I read through the other 3 books as well and again, they're all really quick reads. Sarah, who readily admits she hasn't read a book since "The Mummy" in 6th grade, even got into it and found herself tearing through the books, too.

To save you the time of reading the 1700+ pages, let me re-cap:

Book 1: "Twilight"

Hi. I'm a girl. I'm angsty. Oh wait. There's this really hot guy in my new school. He's sooooooo dreamy. OOoooooooo.

(Repeat for 400 pages)

Oh wow! Turns out he's a vampire. But oh I still love him even though I know I shouldn't.

I shouldn't.

Oh, but I do.

Oh, but I shouldn't.

Oh, but I do.

(Repeat for 5 more chapters)

Oh no! It's almost the end of the book! I think I'll get chased by a bad vampire to give this book something to do and end with action and a thrilling climax!

Book 2: New Moon

Ohhhhhhh my vampire crush moved away.........Life is sooooooooo horrible.......how will I live........ohhhhhh... woe is me......woe is FREAKIN me.............

(Repeat for 8 chapters)

I think I'll start hanging out with this OTHER guy who turns out to be a werewolf! He's so different than that vampire. But ohhhhhhh I love the vampire.

But now I think I love the werewolf.

But my heart is with the vampire.

But I love the werewolf.

But not really because I love the vampire.

But the werewolf is my true love.

Except for the vampire who I miss soooooooo much.

(Repeat for 500 pages)

Oh no! Almost the end of the book! I better bring back the vampire so he and the werewolf can yell at each other for 11 more chapters and then get threatened by a bunch of scary vampires and have nothing actually come of it!!

Book 3: Eclipse

Oh nooooo. I'm such an angsty girl and now the vampire and the werewolf are both here and ohhhhh I love them both. So I'll tell the vampire I love him and hang out and kiss him and then hang out with the werewolf but we won't kiss we'll only hold hands and of course the vampire is so wussy he won't even care.

Kiss the vampire.

Hold hands with the werewolf.

Kiss the vampire.

Tell the werewolf I love him.

Kiss the vampire.

Try to figure out why the werewolf doesn't get that I don't want to be with him as I tell him I love him and hold his hand some more.

(Repeat for 500 pages)

Oh no!!! A whole bunch of bad vampires!! Let's fight them all!! The end.

Book 4: Breaking Dawn

Oh, being married to the vampire is soooooo amazing. I think we'll have crazy crazy vampire-on-human sex! It's ok, we're married now. Because if we weren't, having sex with the undead would just be weird. Ooooooo I sure do like all the love makin'! In fact, I think I'll make love to him for the first 200 pages!!

Oh no, I'm pregnant!! How did that happen? And with a vampire baby! It scratches my belly and breaks my ribs when it kicks. Ouch!!! Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch!!! Oh the pain!!! The pain!!!!!!!!!!! I know what will make it easier on you, the reader: I'll be in horrible horrible labor for the next 700 pages.

Oh I have a baby now. I love her! And the werewolf fell in love with her (For real. The werewolf is in love with an infant mutant baby)! What could possibly go wrong??

Oh no!! It's the end! All the bad vampires from around the world are here to kill me and my baby!!!!!!! Oh no!!!! What should we do!!!!!!!! I know! Instead of having an exciting, dramatic climax, where we all fight and put an end to their evil vampire ways I'll just be like, "You guys are wrong, my baby is cool." And they'll be like, "Oh yea, your baby IS pretty cool. My bad. See ya."

Yeah. That ending is MUCH better.

I just realized this blog makes it sound like I didn't like the books. Obviously, since I read them all, that's not true. I liked them all except the last one. But when you capsulize these tomes in a quick, sarcastic blog, they're gonna end up sounding pretty ridiculous. And I guess they kind of are.

***UPDATE: Apparently Australians don't appreciate my book reviews. Read more about that RIGHT HERE.

Used to be that these bloodsucking pests were easy to take down. Back when I was a kid, for instance, there was a particular hot summer season when I smacked down more than a dozen in my grandmother's bedroom alone. And it was just like shooting fish in a barrel.

These days, however, it's as if mosquitoes have had enough with all the bitch-slapping and have rallied together to finally get one up against their oppressive human meal tickets.

For instance, I swear that mosquitoes have gotten stealthier. They used to be stupid enough to announce their presence, buzzing around and staring at me at eye level ("Nyeh nyeh, you can't get me... ooof!"). These days, however, they've learned to stay out of sight. One minute I'm lazing about at my computer and the next, I'm scratching my leg like there was no tomorrow. And I could find not one trace of the infernal critter.

So either they've banded together to invest in some form of cloaking device or they've gotten the services of a ninja master.

They keep low now. They stay out of sight. They choose the darkest of corners. They scare me.

And they're even faster now. Even when gorged with blood, they're still able to make 5G turns to evade a swatting hand. This can only mean one thing: they've also been taking fitness lessons.

One time, I chanced upon a mosquito resting on a wall in my bathroom. I quietly shut the door, cautious so as not to startle the critter (because Mosquito Version 2.0 has the mutant ability to disappear in a flash). I controlled my breathing and braced myself. So far so good.

And then it happened. I took my eyes off of it for just a split second... and then it was gone!

So now I was trapped in a bathroom. With a tiny mutant ninja mosquito that's armed with a cloaking device. The hunter has become the hunted.

I sat on the toilet seat, raised my legs and curled up in a fetal position. I had to keep an eye out for this tiny monster. No way was it going to take one jab at me with impunity. I scoured the floor tiles. I scoured the ceiling. I rustled the shower curtain in an attempt to get it flying into my line of sight. Still nothing.

I stayed that way for the next ten minutes, eyes peeled, ears perked, like a tiger watching for prey. Or fearing for its safety--I can't tell anymore. That was ten minutes of my life that I would never be able to get back. Curse you, you little monster.

And then I remembered that I had a can of Baygon in the sink cabinet. Slowly, I uncurled myself, opened up the cabinet doors, and took out the pesticide. I quietly closed the doors, took a long look around the bathroom... and then began to bombard every nook and cranny with it. Spsssst. Spsssst. Spsssst. Take that, you evil gremlin. I bombarded the bathtub. I bombarded the corners. I bombarded the space behind the toilet seat. I bombarded the bathroom with enough fumes to make a fog machine cry.

That did it. No insect could ever survive this onslaught. Wheezing and choking, I finally opened the bathroom door and congratulated myself.

Did you find the body?

Uh, no, I thought. But no way would that infernal mosquito ever come out of that barrage alive. So despite all the Hollywood conventions that should have made me know better by now, I declared the pesky little pest officially dead.

I opened the cabinet doors to put back the can of Baygon... and out flew the mosquito.

Out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. Where it was bound to lie in wait for me in any of a thousand different nooks and crannies.

That night, I cowered under the covers, legs curled up in a fetal position, knowing that it was only a matter of time before this scheming monster, this intelligent mutant flying stealth-powered ninja beast (possibly armed with laser blasters), would have its revenge.

The short story about how Jean Grey joined the X-Men does not try to introduce a new version of what could have happened. Even those people that only saw the X-Men movies have learned about Jean’s background in “X-Men: The Last Stand”, and the film version was very similar to this Origins comic.

The illustrations by Mike Mayhew seem very realistic, almost like painted photos, but especially the sequences where Xavier and Jean explore her mind show the real creativity of the artist. The story by Sean McKeever is pretty simple and it jumps radically through the events, but since it is a “one-shot”, he could not go into every detail. But Jean Grey’s story could absolutely fill a whole movie or book, as we could witness in “The Last Stand”. At the end, she really is the strongest mutant of them all… some say.

Story                  7

Art                      8

Reread Value     6

Overall Rating   7/10

Malik

]]> http://egrib.wordpress.com/?p=53 Wed, 27 Aug 2008 13:49:26 +0000 Ы.Ы.Грибоедов http://egrib.pl.wordpress.com/2008/08/27/sure-with-mutant-relative-ep/ Neue Zusammenarbeit von Sure und Ivan Le Mutant. minimal / deep with soul.

Sure with Mutant - Relative EP
Year: 2008
Style: minimal/deep
1. Sure with Mutant - Everything's Relative
2. Sure with Mutant - Lost Love

Pizza Man faces off against his nemesis, Chef Stereotype!

Fry Guy battles an ever circling crowd of Land Piranas!

Numarul tot mai mare de animale nascute cu malformatii este semn clar ca apocalipsa e aproape, scrie Evenimentul Zilei, in editia de luni. Ce altceva pot insemna porcul cu cinci picioare si vitica cu doua ugere?

O scroafa din China a fatat recent un purcel cu cinci picioare. El mai are sase frati, toti normali. Tot in China s-au nascut anul acesta un porc cu patru ochi si o purcelusa cu trei ochi. In aceeasi tara, unui vitel i-a crescut al cincilea picior. Sa fie de vina alimentatia sau se apropie sfarsitul lumii?

Daca adaugam pe lista "semnelor" si vitica cu sase picioare, doua ugere si sase sfarcuri, nascuta anul acesta in Columbia, lucrurile par de-a dreptul inspaimantatoare.

Ca sa nu mai amintim de purcelul din Croatia, venit pe lume cu sase picioare, doua penisuri si doua anusuri... sau de rata patrupeda, care, in urma unui accident si-a pierdut doua picioare si a devenit "normala".

Broastele cu cinci picioare sunt deja ceva banal in Marea Britanie, iar salbaticiunile cu malformatii se inmultesc tot mai mult in lume.

Concluzia e clara, spun prezicatorii: nu razboaiele si foametea aduc sfarsitul lumii, ci porcul cu doua penisuri sau rata cu patru picioare