What Does DC Stand For?

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Somehow I’ve become the go to person for comic book info. For people who know nothing about comics anyway. So today I was explaining that Batman VS Superman was not also a match up between Captain America and Iron Man.

As I was explaining that the two aren’t related because one is DC Comics and the other is Marvel. I was asked the puzzling question…

What does DC stand for?

I naturally assumed it meant nothing merely a moniker for the company. Until I did a little digging. It turns out that back in 1937 when the comic book company was founded it’s first issue was called “Detective Comics” and therefore initialed DC.

The letters DC appeared as a symbol on the covers of comics produced by National Comics, after a merger between Detective Comics and National Allied Publications. Readers still identified with DC Comics, so the company  adopted the name officially.

Marvel uses “Distinguished Competition” as a parody of the brand. Diamond Comics Distributors has also used the initials DC but as DC is actually copyrighted by DC Comics, Diamond comics officially uses the initials DCD.

So now I can go back on Monday and tell my coworkers that I was wrong; unlike our company DC is not a play on words, nor is it a clever bit of random. It’s actually an homage to the rich history of the brand, when Batman and Superman still pretended to be mild mannered.

He then asked which company had  Justice League, that’d be score one for DC! Boom! #TeamDC #LovesHarley

What did you think DC stood for?

 

 

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FreeWrite#7

The page remained an unforgiving shade of white. For hours she’d stared at it, glaring brightly back at her, taunting her lack of progress. She’d been told she’d made a mistake, the life of a writer was not one that she could survive on. She heard these things while blazing through the newest Best Seller on the NY Times reading list. Oprah made millions on a book club membership for people to tell her that becoming a writer wasn’t lucrative.

She’d always had to defend her passion. The bubbly loud mouth would always simmer down when you placed a good story in her hands. Her brows furrowed glasses dangling from the bridge of her nose. She would momentarily immerse herself in a world of fantasy.

Where knights risked everything for true love and the pursuit of a good battle. Magic could be used to force sides, all things were possible. She allowed herself to believe this, because closing the book she was shown all things were not possible. She was told that if you don’t move fast enough opportunities will pass you by.

Told that her caramel colored skin made her desire to dress up in costumes unacceptable; that not enough people shared her interests for her to survive on sheer passion alone. It was unwise not to look for other venues or to refine her visions to match other people’s aspirations because her aspirations were too ambitious.

She often wondered if she was lighter or a man if any one would have ever told her that she was too ambitious. Wondered how much of her writing those “advising” her actually read. She been writing one thing or another everyday since she figured out how to hold  a pen. She wondered sometimes rhetorically, how many dreams they had pushed aside because someone said so.

Looking up she noticed that her page was no longer a blank face staring at her but a fluid moving entity that grew as she allowed her heart to spill into the keyboard. Her words stretched across the screen marching in time with the beat of her heart. Her words, that they’d often told her she’d used too many of, could no longer be ignored.

She never needed the wealth or fame that would naturally come. She needed to know that her voice mattered, forgetting the only person it needed to matter to was the one using it.

Wonderland Legacy – The Circles of Life 2.3

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Life in the Hollister household, mimicked life elsewhere in Willow Creek. The neighborhood had grown in size. New faces were renting out houses formerly owned by Wonderchild parents. Some of the couples participating in the program had dropped out a few years in. The  people in the lab coats hardly ever stopped by anymore.

Tamar was able to sell an app and buy the house they rented from SimsCorp. The renovations took a few years but when they were done it 08-15-15_6-44 PM-9looked like a gorgeous 3 bedroom house had always been there.

The children also were growing, Mason had taken an interest in sports. Spending every waking moment at the gym or jogging. He didn’t have to work. Instead his focus was grades and being a teenager.

Tamara found the creative bug her mother had. She  as often found locked in her room coloring or 08-15-15_6-44 PM-2practicing the violin. Her stuffed animals would have tea parties with her and she would spend hours talking to her mother in the garden.

Tamar had retired after he sold the app and enjoyed the time he had to be home with his children. There is something sobering about knowing when your time is up. Each year his children grew marked another year of borrowed time.

08-15-15_5-51 PM-3It happened suddenly, late in the night without a sound. Tamar passed on leaving his wife of 18 years a widower raising a growing boy and an impressionable young woman. It left her devastated. Each of the Hollister clan grieved differently. Mason shed almost no tears, his younger sister, completely heartbroken.

With Tamar no longer in the home, 08-15-15_5-51 PM-2Mason had to take on responsibilities as man of the house. Tamara would continue to have a normal childhood. Naomi slipped into a deep depression, she moped around the house for days. She never fully recovered from his passing. As old age set in, the loss of her one true love had taken its toll on her.

Mason found he’d have to care for young Tamara. Until Naomi dealt with her grief the two were on their own.

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Dragon Hunter: Case Files of Erin Draconis

It’d been a family heirloom, the dusty book bound in worn animal flesh. She’d always been fascinated by the stones on the cover. Both a journal and an encyclopedia of sorts, it was among the things willed to her by her late uncle.

Vincent Draconis, renowned paleontologist had been keeping a secret. Though he had built his name and his fortune on the research and study of bugs and fossils they’d only funded his true passion.

He’d spent all of his youth and most of his elderly years pursuing and recording the few lasting breeds of an ancient creature. He’d stumbled on the existence of dragons. At first he needed proof that they’d really existed, he was sure the findings would make him famous.

Vincent had bee contacted by a secret order, sworn to protect the magical beings. At the height of their existence they were beings of untold power, every piece of their bodies could be used in potent spells. The dragons were almost hunted into extinction.

As a girl Erin had remembered going on many adventures with her uncle but none to explain this revelation. She’d seen him hunched over the book often, furrowed brow scribbling frantically while mumbling into a tape recorder. These moments she wandered the corridors of his mansion.

She’d been fourteen when she’d come to stay with her father’s brother; after a house fire claimed her remaining parent. Erin had lived through several tragedies at once for such a young age. Her mother weakened from the stress of childbirth gave her life so she could survive. At thirty – five Evan Draconis would fumble through her early years. They’d survived unscathed when Vincent fresh from college came to stay the first time. He’d become infatuated with fossils and decided to travel the world to study them. Her earliest memories were of his beard and backpack.

The backpack lay abandoned in the corner of the office now. his desk was still cluttered with maps and charts. He’d been planning to go somewhere prior to his stroke. Vincent was always full of life but he was a man of terrible health. In between meals he enjoyed copious amounts of liquor and fat. He was beloved, but had grown plump and slightly senile in his later years. The imminent stroke that claimed him was of no surprise; though it was heartbreaking just the same.

A knock at the door relinquished her from her thoughts.

The attorney had brought a flash drive she was to view alone and only after agreeing to the task on the drive. She’d signed her name and received a box promised to have everything she’d need for her new life. The lawyer shook hands and departed.

Everyone else had gone home.

She decided to watch the drive.

#ShowsWeLove: Once Upon A Time: Season 5 Episode 15 – The Brother’s Jones

A common thread of Once Upon A Time is it’s focus on family, so tonight’s episode fondly titled “The Brothers Jones” was sure to offer insight OUAT 5X15 - Brothers Jones 1into the familial workings of our hunky Hook and his big brother Liam. The previews gave of the hard points of the episode, Hook newly rescued by Emma still guilt ridden that he succumbed to darkness is tracked down in the Underworld by his brother Liam.

Through a flashbacks we see how Liam has always looked out for Killian caring for his younger brother after their father sold them into servitude aboard the ship of a ruthless captain. Liam’s dreams as you may know at this point is to be get a naval commission. (Mostly from what I can see is a desire for the notoriety it’d bring.)

OUAT 5X15 - Henry and CruellaRemember in Labor of Love when Cruella tasked Henry with returning her to the mortal world? Welp in this episode Cruella drives haphazardly through Underbrook searching for the soul of the magic quill. Instead Henry finds the apprentice who’s unfinished business is actually guiding him to making the right decisions in regards to the quill. He the tells Henry exactly where to find it.

Snow and David go to retrieve the key to the apprentice’s mansion. James, David’s evil twin brother, is sheriff of Underbrook and has the ley at the sheriff’s station. He’s also porking Cruella. When David can’t take pretending any longer she reveals she’d always known it was him. They share a touching moment and Cruella explains how deeply hurt James feels for being the one their mother gave away to the king. OUAT 5X15 - key

As of now James is still M.I.A. (probably because he’s busy being David) so key in hand the troupe heads to the mansion where the Storybook that has Hades story is said to be.

Liam sacrifices his dreams of being a navy man when he comes back to find Killian unconscious, drunk and broke from gambling. Refusing to leave his brother alone on the ship he decides to stay and make the next run. The captain had been hunting the famed eye of the storm a crystal found in the center of a hurricane. The voyage would’ve killed them all, so Liam and Killian cause a mutiny and attempt to stear it out of he storm.

OUAT 5X15 - HadesLiam attempted at first to rescue the men aboard the ship, but when visited by Hades he agrees to sell the crews souls to save himself and Killian, Hades even throws in the eye of the storm so that Liam can get that naval commission he’d been wanting. That secret was one that Hades was all to willing to reveal to Hook should Liam refuse to tear his pages from the storybook.

Liam acquiesces, but is found out by Emma who while outing him also gets into a fight with Hook.OUAT 5X15 - Liam As she storms off, Liam convinces him to give her time to cool off. Hook also sees the ink from the books pages on his hand and demands the truth, just as the drowned sailors come for revenge. Seems the old captain overheard Liam’s conversation with Hades.

The men are kidnapped and walked to the fire river and surprisingly Hades saves Liam whilst planning to kill Killian. Liam sacrifices himself for his brother and earns redemption, he ushers the souls of the sailors onto a magnificent vessel. Liam’s true heaven.

The battle for Hook’s soul has ended he decides to return to Storybrooke with Emma. Henry finally tells someone/David about the quill/ink and Cruella’s request. His cries to be more than just a spectator heard he finally understands the apprentice’s warning. His ability to write the stories is the key to finding out why Hades doesn’t want his pages read.

 

If you’ve seen the previews next week Zelena picks up with Hades where Cora left off with Rumple except it’s in the Underworld…

Has anyone wondered where Persephone is?

Wonderland Legacy – Births and Birthdays 2.2

05-26-15_9-55 PMNaomi was in her third trimester. Months ago when she and Tamar were celebrating their new beginnings they were creating a new life. The fertility treatments provided by SimsCorp at the beginning of the Wonderchild trials was so potent that several years later and at 45 no less she was carrying her second child.

It was to be a girl. Mason was a rambunctious tyke climbing on things and swinging from high places, Naomi hoped the little girl would be interested in quiet activities like coloring and reading. It was Tamar’s birthday he would be turning 50.

The couple would look back on the day fondly, Naomi worked quietly in the kitchen. She’d been stirring cake batter when she felt the familiar tug, the rush of liquid seeped through her linen pants. 05-26-15_10-00 PM-2This time they’d been prepared. Tamar was in the car before she even felt her second contraction.

Tamara Hollister was born on her father’s birthday. As he aged into an elder, she started her life as the youngest child and the newest edition of their little clan.

Naomi and Tamar were pleased with themselves. They’d managed to have two lovely children. The scientist at SimsCorp were happy to hear of a second child so long as Mason remained the primary focus. He’d be a teenager soon, the formidable years were approaching.

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Wonderland Legacy – Mason the Early Years 2.1

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Mason’s first few years were a breeze. Naomi’s decision to stay home allowed her to dote on the child. When he was sleeping she would garden and work on a few recipes. She’d started to take an interest 05-17-15_6-25 PM-3in cooking, more than she had before. She had agreed to stay home with Mason but maybe she’d find a career in cooking once he started school.

Tamar had loss interest in his tech career. There were only so many video games you could play before your eyes bled. He found peace  in his home and his son. The two bonded before Mason was even old enough to speak.

The years had flown by and soon it was Mason’s birthday. Giving birth to the wonderchild was one thing, but raising him had been another. Each birthday needed to be special.05-23-15_10-44 AM He was officially of school age and would be leaving the house the following Monday to attend Willow Creek Elementary.

Naomi felt a strange tug in her chest. She’d been hosuebound for the past few years, caring for Mason assuring he was well prepared for success. She was excited for the possibilities of the future. She would start searching for cooking jobs, something part time.

05-23-15_10-23 AMTamar’s response to Naomi working was a mixture of excitement and praise. He was happy she’d found something else to look forward to since Mason would be leaving school. He too was having second thoughts about his job, he wanted to write. It seemed easy enough and he could do it from home.

They had an agreement. Naomi would start her job search on Monday after Mason left for school and Tamar who had secretly quit his Tech job last week, would start his new job at Walrus books later that week. They threw Mason a birthday party!

 

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