Lost Time: It’s a Big Ol’ Link Post

At Sleeping with the Fishes, Hannah Waters has what I can only imagine is the first piece ever written about depicting the octopus in Lee and Kirby’s Fantastic Four.

Continuing last week’s British impressionist kick: a Michael-Caine-impression-off featuring Steve Coogan:

And more on the British humor track: the A.V. Club has a rare interview with Brass Eye mastermind and Four Lions director Chris Morris.

At Feministing, Maya Dusenbery posts notes on a recent comic about Internet sexism, which (the comic and commentary both) seem especially poignant following Kate Beaton-gate and its dumb dude backlash.

The Awl has info on how you can help make a movie about Malapropist faves the Mekons.

At The Comics Journal‘s GutterGeek blog, Alex Boney has a close reading of Grant Morrison’s Batman: Gothic, a good Bat-story that seemed to never get checked out of my public library when I was a kid but, as a discerning nine-year-old, I could tell at a glance I was not old enough for. That glance might have been the panel of a kid’s head in a trash can, though, so I probably could have read the whole thing and not emerged more unsettled than I was already.

Splitsider’s Mike Schuster looks back at the failed Conan O’Brien/Adam West venture Lookwell (full pilot embedded), which has maybe my favorite line from any TV show, ever, at the 8:28 mark.

At The New Yorker‘s Front Row blog, Richard Brody tackles the Godard-as-anti-Semite meme.

The There Will Be Blood mock-video game clip is way funnier than it deserves to be (via /Film).

http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=16085822&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0

Super There Will Be Blood from Tomfoolery Pictures on Vimeo.

Curt Purcell on the appeal of crap, at The Groovy Age of Horror (a post which reminded me of Umberto Eco’s essay on Casablanca, if you’re craving a Monday night Umberto Eco fix:

It seems commonsensical to think a text that poses no internal obstacles to the reward it offers will deliver the most rewarding experience–to think, for example, that something better than Twilight might deliver everything Twilight offers, only better. But we’re talking here about the operation of a system that will continue to pursue a reward as long as a text continues to provide it, just as flowers turn toward sunlight and roots grow toward water.  If the system encounters obstacles or threats to that reward within the text, it will continue to narrow its focus to exclude them. Thus, a poor writing style goes unnoticed, technical mistakes are ignored, awkward plot developments are accepted, embarrassment and self-consciousness aren’t provoked by one’s enjoyment of story elements that might otherwise seem silly or childish, etc.

Finally, normally this sort of thing is reserved for Fridays, but I am listening the fuck out of the Go-Go’s “Our Lips Are Sealed.” ON REPEAT.