My new robot t-shirt

My wife surprised me this weekend with a t-shirt with illustrations of robots on it. I am still giggling with excitement.

Shirt of robots

Mommy had. A little baby.
There he is. Fast asleep.
He’s just. A little plaything.
Why not. Wake him up?
Cute. Cute. Little baby.
Little pee pee. Little toes.
Now he’s. Comin’ to me.
Crawl across. The kitchen floor.

Baby, baby, please let me hold him
I wanna make him stay up all night
Sister, sister, he’s just a plaything
We wanna make him stay up all night
Here we go

Talking Heads, Stay Up Late

If only I had a baby

Goddess of Thunder

I’m surprised.

I thought that as a once avid reader and fan of The Mighty Thor, I would have much to say about the publicized Marvel Comics plan to reincarnate Thor as a woman.

But I don’t.

I was fired up to mock male readers who aren’t taking the news at all well.

That former enthusiasm is but a bucket of ashes.

I was looking forward to explaining in pedantic detail how Marvel is treading dangerously close to recycling the tired ‘Thor is demoted to womanhood as punishment by Odin’ trope which we have seen before, and that they could have avoided this easily by following the clear blueprint established by Roy Thomas in his groundbreaking Eternals Saga which depicted the end of the Æsir (as in original red-haired Thor) and the birth of the Asgardians (as in Marvel’s blond Thor) as narrated by the disembodied Eye of Odin. (Whew!)

It’s difficult now to muster the energy for the argument…

…even though such a renewal of the Norse pantheon would provide not only a demotion-free rationale for a female version of Thor, but also a convenient explanation for the existence of a black Heimdall.

The reason why I can’t get terribly worked up over this: Things change, yo. Creative teams come in with their own ideas of what a magazine and its protagonist should be, and they seldom request your input, thanks. Sometimes you agree with the incoming Weltanschauung, sometimes not. Perhaps even most times not – but those are the risks you run when you trade in other people’s myths.

I lost interest in Thor when Walt Simonson took over the creative reins – and yeah, that was tough sledding. By that time, however, I had my own notion of what Thor was: a solid core of Stan Lee scripts and Jack Kirby pencils, with a general overlay of Vince Colletta inks. That’s my Thor, even as William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy represent my Star Trek. And just as I have my ST:TOS reruns to preserve the original Star Trek, I have back issues and Marvel Treasury Editions to keep a certain version of Thor alive for me. This allowed me the generosity of letting Thor be whatever was necessary in order for other people to enjoy him. Or, as it happens, her.

We reinvent mythologies, great or minor, to suit us. All the time. Those new myths, these new stories…well, they might well suck. On the other hand, they might be really freaking cool. We can’t know right now, and we shouldn’t expect to.

Because this is the thing about stories: You cannot know whether they are good or bad, meaningful or trivial, true or false, until they are actually told.

Let’s give it a chance.

New Asgard for old

Aww, look at you, visiting my new blog. The walls aren’t painted and the roof isn’t tiled, but I’m sure everything will fall into place.

Hey, hello there, hi

Empty cat food tins

Signs of feline life