My Own Biggest Fan

You have got to be kidding me.

When his foster father was slain by ninja’s sent by Lotan, Bo pursued the slayers back to his native Canada. There he made the acquaintance of General James Aaron, by dint of being in the right place at the right time to first rescue the general’s daughter Francesca from a kidnapping attempt, then subsequently saving the general himself from an assassination attempt.

Of all art movements, the Dadaists are my absolute favourites. Unmatched in sheer audacity, except maybe by the Situationists, these people were ready to really fuck things up, even if it meant burning their own support system to the ground. UbuWeb has all sorts of Dadaist movies, along with other avant-garde works such as a performance of 4’33″ on the BBC.

Oh, and this too.