Sweet.

I’m disappointed to see that Puck is absent. But Sasquatch looks awesome. Undeniably so. Shaman looks cool. Aurora and Snowbird are okay…never liked them much anyway though. I have to say that Guardian (called Vindicator, a name he adopted briefly in the main chronology) looks fucking awesome. If you removed those bizarre glass bubbles on his suit, he would have the coolest outfit in the world. Much better than the regular Guardian’s suit. I’m not to fond of Sunfire being there. He never worked well on a team.

The biggest peculiarity is Jubilee. What the fuck is she doing there? They did not include her in the Ultimate X-Men, and now all of a sudden Canada has to put up with her being on our superhero team? Godsdammit. I’m so sick of Canada getting the shaft when it comes to our superheroes. This is bogus. Frackin’ bogus.

I would kill to write for Alpha Flight. I have a new roster planned (since all but Sasquatch and Talisman were killed by The Collective) and villains and everything. I mean, current Alpha Flight sucks. U.S. Agent is on their team. Yeah. The guy who was Captain America for a little while and has been trying to be Cap ever since is now on a Canadian superhero team. What a slap in the face.

Who are these two guys? Where on Earth is this stuff from? Anyway, I suggest you look them up on YouTube because a lot of their videos are hilarious.

Knock Knock

Fact Checkers Unit

So, there are some new RE5 images up at Kotaku.

I will give a serious load of cash to whoever can translate the caption on the one picture with the female.

Actually, there are two separate women in these images. If anyone knows which previous RE characters they are, please tell me.

_ Chris Redfield assisting some young blonde woman. Shelley Birkin of RE2 perhaps? _

_ Some brunette woman who appears to be able to handle herself in battle. Could this possibly be little Claire Redfield all grown up? Or is this Jill Valentine with her hair let down, so to speak? _

Check out this Flickr gallery that shows prominent landmarks in Liberty City contrasted with their real-life counterparts in New York. I think you will be impressed by the similarities, and the detail. There were two or three images where I wasn’t entirely confident about which one was real and which was not.

All this talk on Binks’ blog has actually got me thinking what sort of changes could happen at the radio station to fix it and make it into something special.

I think I might even fill out one of their online volunteer applications and request a tour of the facilities. I was going to do that first year, but I was told by Binks and a few others that CKMS was garbage and no one cared about it (radio racists).

This term, my M-W-F schedule is relatively empty. I could host a show in the afternoon on one of these days, and it would be relatively similar to the good old days of Warrior Radio. Parody commercials, daily news, movie discussions, and other fun stuff. Of course, I’d be doing it alone, which would be different than when Binks and I were the Dynamic Duo of the Breakfast Hour (or something that sounds even cooler!).

Still wondering whether it is worth it giving the current state of CKMS. But I want to do some sort of broadcast thing and the RCG seems to get less and less impetus each week. We lose posters and even some commentators, until it seems like all the posts made under the RCG domain are just Binks and I having incredibly long conversations. (HINT: This means everyone else should post out of guilt.)

Ugh…

How could this have happened?

I must have been exposed to some sort of Kryptonite…or the Granite-related equivalent.

Ask Binks, or possibly Danger, and they will tell you that I have a gift with names and faces. Or even remembering useless events from high school and elementary school. Usually, Binks will come to me with the name of some obscure former classmate of ours. “Do you remember so-and-so?” he will ask. In response, I chortle merrily and say, “Of course I do Binks. S/he was best friends with whosits. Don’t you remember?” And then Binks tells me he uses his memory for good and not for stupid, and we laugh.

But while I was visiting Stratford for Mother’s Day (for she is truly the mother of us all), I happened to visit the grocery store with my father (for he is truly the father of myself and three others). While we were nearing the dairy section, someone walked around me and asked rhetorically, “Is that Jordan?” The question may have been directed at myself or my dad. I don’t know. Whenever I go grocery shopping, I completely check out. The bubbly blonde intern manning the front desk of my brain is idly chatting on MSN with her boyfriend and is unable to respond promptly to calls. So, I failed to react immediately.

Who was this woman? How did I know her? My brain started scanning through all of my former teachers. It wasn’t Mrs. Cassone. Wasn’t Mrs. Anderson. Wasn’t Mrs. Lacey. Wasn’t Mrs. Bishop. My mind then reached to Mrs. Simpson, Gr. 4. The blonde intern jumps from her seat and scurries to a filing cabinet marked “St. Aloysius Staff Members (1992-2001)”. She skims through the mental images. This woman had the same shaped face, hair an inch shorter, a similar nose. The appropriateness of height was hard to gauge.

Outside “the office”, my dad passed by in front of me and said, “That’s Mrs. Best, Mattie’s mom.”

My brain dialed reception and said, “Betty, please make sure you locate Mrs. Best’s file in ‘Family Members of Childhood Friends’ and then take the rest of the afternoon off.”

Ugh. I felt like a fool. Completely unable to recognize who it was. How could this be possible? Since then, I have rationalized the lag as a side effect of my childhood tendency of not looking at authority figures directly. Also, Mattie’s mother is the only nuclear family member of hers that I have not seen in ages. Mr. Best is always in the theatre in some show or another. I still remember what the Guy Twin and Girl Twin Best look like (I do know their names, I just don’t want this place to show up if they Google themselves idly). And I obviously still remember what Mattie looks like.

Boy, did I feel quite the fool. Then, my ability to converse got completely locked up. I was told that Mattie had completed her program at George Brown, and was now living in Toronto and looking for work. Ugh. I cannot believe my normally reliable ability has failed me. :(

It also occurred to me that I hadn’t talked to Mattie in ages. I had her on MSN, but she never appeared to be online. Ever. Now I’ve added her on Facebook (a service that I rarely use, but still) and so now I’ll be able to keep tabs and ensure that my memory does not turn to mush ever again.