Chaos Generation

webslinging:

This is an audio clip of Dan Didio at SDCC.  Someone in the audience asked him why the percentage of women on DC’s creative team dropped from 12% to 1%.  His response is “What do these numbers mean to you?” and “Who should we be hiring?”  I know most of you have read a transcript of the discussion, but you should probably listen to this.  I know I imagined a more sarcastic/inquisitive tone on “Who should we be hiring?” so hearing how aggressive he sounds is just.  Wow.  I would’ve been incredibly uncomfortable had I witnessed this first hand.

I’m pretty sure credit for the audio clip goes to DCWKA, but I could be wrong.

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DAMN! Didio’s a DOUCHE!

Go reboot yourself, Dan.

songjournal:

What I Got | Sublime

Back in early 2008 I was coming back to Jersey from the City with my friend Kristin. And the way NJ Transit works is that whatever line I need to be on always requires I get off at Newark Penn and then transfer. So, It’s late as hell and we’re both tired from roaming around all day buying shit we don’t need on St. Mark’s and we get to Newark station and our train’s been delayed.  Then it gets delayed again.  Then it’s canceled. And so the station resolves the issue by giving people who were supposed to be on that train bus tickets for half the route until like, Westfield, where we’ll meet a train to take us the rest of the way.

So it’s an unusually hot April night and when we get on the bus, we shoot straight to the back, surrounded by a ton of equally irritable commuters. There’s some drunk guy to the left of us hitting on a very scantily clad girl who wants nothing to do with him; there’s a heavy set guy in a Phillies hat sitting across from a scrawny guy in a Yankees jacket.  There’s an older woman who has the secret to beating every Final Destination movie hidden somewhere beneath her liver spots.

The engine starts up and for the first couple stops the group is silent with communal vexation and misanthropy.  But after getting shot down again by the pretty girl, the drunkard starts mumbling the opening lines to What I Got to himself.  Of course, Kristin and I join in immediately and before the line about having a Dalmatian, the entire bus is singing.

We sang that whole song. And hands down the best part was hearing everyone’s a cappella renditions of the guitar solo.

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Good times.