topical

[ashcanprobably]

We can accept the idea of a deficient divinity, a divinity that would be forced to create the world out of poor materials and, thinking in this way, we would eventually arrive at Bernard Shaw, who said: God is in the making. That is to say, God is not something that belongs to the past and God is possibly not something that pertains to the present

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ok, you're right

[strange_idols]

Goofy wasn't a cow, but he DATED ONE.

[ashcanprobably]

I can't see how anyone could ever suspect he was a cow. You would have had to completely ignore the famous conundrum about Goofy being a dog and the irony of his having a fellow dog for a pet: Pluto. Apparently, there are stages of evolution in anthropomorphic cartoon animals, such that it would suffice to compare the differences between Goofy and Pluto to those of a gypsy and his helper monkey.

or, Hello Kitty and Charmmy Kitty

[strange_idols]

The fact that he and his bovine lover produced a miniature Goofy calls it into question! The definition of speciation is the inability to produce viable offspring. Now, I doubt Disney would center a movie franchise around a kid who didn't even have a chance of reproduction! Plus, Mickey and Donald always date within their own species, don't they? As for your argument that to be a male cow he would have to be a bull, and bulls don't have horns: Donald doesn't have wings, really, so why would Goofy have to have horns, to be a bull?

Donald does so have wings

[ashcanprobably]

Before I condescend to take this discussion any further, you're going to have to provide substantial proof that Max Goof, Goofy's son, is actually an interspecific hybrid, because it's bad enough that he's a bastard, that his father is a cretin, but he's no half-cow!

I swear I saw it on a Q&A somewhere

[strange_idols]

[ashcanprobably]

Who's to say those are hands? They just as well might be really solid (and prehensile!) feathertips. Is there any way of knowing? If Donald were to be placed in a life-threatening situation, which is an absurdity in cartoons, because death is a laughable concept, a prank, I'm sure that his so-called "hands" would instantly remember flight. When the shadow of death is a joke, gravity must be no more than a suggestion. Hands and wings are then made interchangeable. Speaking of wings, this digression reminds me of a poem by Emerson ["Brahma"] that you might like, it has this particular line that I find somewhat frightening:

They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings

Terrible, right? There's the sense of no escape and being also a part of the thing that threatens you. The line could enslave you, if you pay enough attention. It's scary. Baudelaire writes something similar, more violent, in his poem, "L'Héautontimorouménos":

Je suis le soufflet et

[pdanielson]

"I remember watching this video (when I was a kid) on how to draw comics, it featured Todd McFarlane, Jim Lee, and Rob Liefeld back when they still worked for Marvel Comics."

I have that video. Or at least, I ordered it and had it at one point in time during my teenage years, when I aspired to be a comic book artist. I even purchased the fancy pen and india ink stuff, the kneaded rubber eraser, and whatever else it was the pros used.

I just now googled and found this link to a site that has the videos:

http://www.rabidferret.com/comicgreats/