You're Wrong!

SUPERBLOG!! will never die.

It may stumble and fall and suck and blow. It may be an occasional embarrassment. By which I mean a constant embarrassment. It may be an outdated experiment. It may be a Nothing blog, Rarely Updated, Ignored By Its Former Fans and Even Its Creators. It may continually make promises of radical changes that never happen.

But it is the Alpha and the Omega. It is the Light-Bringer. It is the Christ. It's your father and mother and brother and lover. But better than all of them, because it will be with you always, even to the End of Tim. And the End of Time.

SUPERBLOG!! was here before you were born, and it will be here long after you are all dead dead dead

If I'm lying, may the Lord punish me by striking me with a bad case of hubris.

KoalaCam #42: Now is the Time to Commence Sucking

Hey dudes and dudettes, remember KoalaCam #41: Hey Mäm? Do you want another post just like it?!? If you look closely at the above photograph, you can see that there are letters on the table. Those letters spell the following sentence:

Börja sug fin våt zexy blod qk mähm

This is probably almost Swedish for:

Start sucking fine wet zexy blood cock, Ma'am.

This is the third and last of the series, I give you my word. My word is my bond. My word is worth a lot in this town. Never again shall alphabet blocks (or whatever they're called in your so-called language, peasants) sully SUPERBLOG!! forever.

What? Why did I add "forever"? That makes no sense. Also: I'm bored with this blog, I should start a new one. A cowboy blog. All about cowboys and the cattle they rope.

KoalaCam #41: Hey Mäm

This might be viewed as a continuation of KoalaCam #40: Fin Kq Superblog.

The time: Midsummer.
The place: The country.

Having accomplished the amazing Fin Kq feat, me and my silent partner, The Enemy of the Internets, set our sights higher. We vowed to create an entire mini-epic, composed of every single letter of the Swedish alphabet! (28!) Impossible, you say? So science thought, until SUPERBLOG!! proved that only nothing is impossible! The mini-epic is reproduced in full here, translated into Newspeak:

Hey ma'am, start sucking fine wet blood zex qock!

Fuck off, James Joyce.

KoalaCam #40: Fin Kq Superblog

The alphabet is composed of individual letters, the number of which varies according to what language you use. In Swedish, there are 28 or 29 different letters (depending on whether you count W separately).

Letters can be arranged to form words and, sometimes, even complete sentences! One extra fine example of a complete sentence can be seen in the photograph above. Fin qk is Swedish for nice-locking dick. Superblog is actually English - the correct Swedish spelling would be Superblogg.

Fucking Batgirl

This is pretty funny:

The reason behind [Frank Miller & Jim Lee's] All-Star Batman & Robin the Boy Wonder’s recall revealed! The censor bars didn’t print properly a whole bunch of times! Cusswords are visible!
[...]
One has to wonder why they’d bother typing out the offending words in the first place, as it runs the risk of exactly this sort of thing happening with no apparent benefit.

Update: At the risk of spoiling part of the joke, I think I can answer that last question: The reason is that the censor bars aren't really supposed to obscure the profanity entirely. Since most readers of the book are likely adults, they're meant to be able to figure out exactly what the words are, by looking at the visible parts of the letters. DC Comics just don't have the balls to print the words legibly. (It's similar to how bad language on South Park is only partially bleeped. You can still make out the words, you just can't hear them clearly.)

Friday Update: Los Angeles Times interviews Frank Miller about the debacle.

Just Kidding LOL

This picture of Bill Pullman was taken by David Shankbone and put on the Internet for all to see. Did he do this to mock Mr Pullman or to salute him? Only Mr Shankbone knows for sure.

If you click on Mr Pullman, he will grow to an enormous size. And until you say the magic words, he will just keep growing. If unchecked, he will eventually eclipse the sun.

Christalicious!

It's a thing I say. Not shit you, I do. I have a few things I sorta say when the going gets tough and/or tame, and Christalicious! is chief among them.

So. I just finished off a friend's bottle of whiskey and some chicken beer, and RARELY have I felt more sober.

But. Did you know that 2-fucking-day is ELECTION DAY in Proud Sweden, land of Vikings and Venereal Disease? I am willing to bet that you did not. Know that. But yeah. It's the fucking whale day.

We'll maybe tell you more about it after a good night's sleep (it's 3am right now). But! I have to take a fucking 5-hour train ride tomorra, and it would surprise me a hell of a lot if I'd use that time to blog about the election. So it's all up to Sammy. And he'll probably drop the ball. But! He might surprise us!

GOD BLESS FREDRIK.