Here’s a list to be proud of: The Best of Welltun Cares Presents 2008! And yes, I have good stuff on the blog, damn it.
We’ll do this like yesterday’s post, going month by month. It’s a three part series, with four months per posts. Come on, this is will be fun!
A sparce month, as I had computer problems. However, there are two essays worth checking out. First is The Little Voice of Good Taste, in which I discuss how my taste has improved. It didn’t last long (though I’ve still haven’t seen the film mentioned here).
Second is See Through Dress. It sounds a bit risque, but really it’s discussing a moment in the history of the Hulk. The time when Betty Ross wore a see through dress. Check it out. It’s safe work work even.
A couple big essays and a few poems this month, all worthy of review. They are the following
- Avengers#11 – A review in which we discover the one man who can take out Marvel Comics’ superhero team, the Avengers.
- It’s the Very Beast of the Equinox – A fan fiction based on a very bad horror flick. I think it’s funny, any way.
- A few historical poems (Marie and Cleo), a mangling of a childhood classic (Floating Goats) and one that bemoans the loss of a title (Where Has my Title Gone?) all worthy, as far as I can tell.
Only a couple interesting things here. I finished off a review/analysis of Edgar Allan Poe’s The Black Cat. It’s the end of a four part series that started the year before. Check out the whole thing with Parts One, Two, Three, and Four.
Also this month is a silly bit of fluffy talking about Being Naughty. It’s safe for work, too.
Here’s the good stuff from April
- Too Much Information – in which I try to quell “rumors” about me. The rumors in quotes because no one is really talking about me. And I can believe I actually feel disappointed about that…
- What is Russian For “I Don’t Know What the Hell You’re Talking About”? – Part of my The Hell… ?! series, in which I discuss things I find on the web that are particularly… confusing. This installment deals with spam. Russian spam. And I don’t even know any Russian…
- April was awash in poetry, such as Instead, Ugly American?, and the creepy little Something Whispers in the Hall.