Captain's Log: Mouseketeers Assemble!! 9/7/09

First and foremost I apologize about the lack of updates...Or rather I would if I had a fan base, followers, or even an alcoholic detractor of some sort. My absence has been spent constructing tracks. Although I’m aware I’m speaking musically for some reason I envision most of you imagining miniature version of myself fiddling with a K’Nex rollercoaster. So to clarify I’ve been in junction with unlabeled music, managed by Jae Burden; Jae is a very close friend who ensures me that despite our commonalties we’ve never inhabited the same uterus...I’m still sceptical. In a manner of months, via this blog, the fruits of our collaboration will be available for praise or criticism. Which is a vain venture because to first receive exalt or condemnation there has to be an audience. Move? No thank you! Square one is just so damn comfortable.
Aside from creating Jae, Shadow, and myself have been mired in a creative quicksand that’s so damn enjoyable to sink into. This black hole of leisure time is none other than Marvel v.s Capcom 2. There is some magnetic, or arcane, element the game possesses to draws in the soul of any fighting game fan. We’ve been addicted for the past three weeks. During this time nostalgia has forced me to remember the Marvel characters that were so prominent in my aforementioned doe-eyed days. My Marvel comics’ ban notwithstanding I’ve been able to reconnect with my severed emotions for Stan Lee’s creations. Hell, even Rob Liefled’s “creations”( considering that this was a 90’s game half of the characters are garbed in his gaudy attire). This reunion made last week’s announcement of Disney acquiring Marvel all the more coincidental and relevant.

I haven’t read Marvel in three years. Growing up as a Marvel zombie still makes those words taste foul leaving my lips. But as Superheroes lost their mystique in my late teen years, coupled with the blatant marketing ploys lurking behind the needless death and ensuing, and equally as inane, resurrections of characters I distanced myself from the “Big Two”. Marvel was the first to go. As a result I feel like I’m looking at this merger from the most optimal vantage point. Most Marvel fans are prepping their replica Hellstorm pitchforks and setting ablaze their human torch action figures to riot. The apprehension of course is that squeaky clean Disney will lock away any profane, sexually explicit, or dirty verbiage used at the house of ideas in the Epcot center. I mean who goes there anyway. In opposition I’m happy as a pig in shit hoping that Disney does in fact extract the faux maturation from brightly grabbed men in tights.

D.C. comics has lost my readership too, but to a lesser extent. Because they have a mature outlet in Vertigo I still find myself blissfully located in a satellite around D.C’s orbit. In opposition Marvel has no route for mature readers, which is part of my problem with the company and superheroes in general. Seeing as how my beef with superheroes can stretch up to the length of a term paper I’ll strip it to just the thesis. Comics aren’t for kids, but superheroes should be. With their feet swishing in those pools of Hannah Montana money maybe Marvel will re-direct an effort to their lukewarm MAX imprint. Maybe Pixar can help Marvel pick up the slack in the animation race that Bruce Timm has been running alone for a decade now. Maybe Disney can use their prestige in crafting princess parables to do the impossible...make girls read comics. GASP! In short, made incredibly long by my lacy descriptions, this merger has the potential to not just retrofit Marvel for the modern age, but alter the realm of comics itself. I hate Disney with a passion but I’m overlooking that to see the good, if any, that comes out of this symbiotic relationship.

But if Marvel has taught us anything about symbiotic relationships they rarely end well.



Dyler Crews
This has been your Captain speaking.