Fanboys trailer

Fanboys trailer

Dec 15

You know about watching a pot – you watch and watch and nothing, then you go answer the phone and you’ve got water, filthy with spagetti starch spilling over everything. Yeah, same thing with trailers apparently. After months and months of waiting for news on Fanboys, I miss the trailer by a month. A MONTH!

Light on the sick friend angle, but heavy with Free Enterprise-esque fannish comedy. The shots of the van interior that mirror the cockpit shots in Star Wars totally make it for me. And Veronica Mars. And Shatner. And that Ernie’s name is on the credits. And Kevin Spacey. And, like, all of it.

MARTY!

MARTY!

Dec 13

I can’t even really say much about this, except GOD BLESS the author. And the internet, in general.

Without both, we’d never have this comprehensive Back to the Future timeline.

Go Cubs in 2015!

Tits Up – Ex Machina: Fact V. Fiction

Tits Up – Ex Machina: Fact V. Fiction

Dec 12

Tits Up is a recurring feature where I will chronicle gratuitous T&A in mainstream superhero comic books.

Fret not; I do not plan to quit my job so that I can post every ten minutes, twenty-four hours a day, and insure that I don’t miss anything. I will focus instead on the “gratuitous” part–in other words, perfectly good comics, demeaned by random boobs and bums.

I was never much of a Lothario, so I haven’t seen but a handful of women my age at sleepy time.

None of them wore see-through pink negligees to bed on a regular basis. Sure, there is always the special occasion. But a see-through pink negligee on, like, an average Tuesday night? Not so much.

Yet there’s Journal Moore, in Brian K. Vaughan and Tony Harris’ Ex Machina, lounging around on an average night with areolas proudly poking through her Frederick’s of Hollywood special, while she tries to tell her boss Mayor Hundred that she is quitting her job because she met a soldier, and she disagrees with the war in Iraq.

The scene as drawn could not be MORE jarring. One panel, it’s nighttime at Gracie Mansion; the next, it’s Emmanuelle in Space. It’s a scene where a T-shirt and shorts would have been FAR more realistic, far more appropriate, at least in the eyes of this average American adult male. Instead, we get BOOBS.

And I’ve been a Tony Harris fan since Starman; if his spot-on facial expressions don’t get you, his gorgeous page layouts will. But come on. These are two funbags too many.

Mr. Tony Harris, you have gone…TITS UP.

Bring My Shuttle

Bring My Shuttle

Dec 11

It started as the most yellowy sunset you’ve ever seen, at ninepmish instead of the usual December sixpmish.

Then there was a long streak of flame, arcing upward from the ground, curving just above the treeline. You could actually SEE the fuel canisters fall away as soon as their work was done.

It was a giant Roman candle in the sky for about a minute. Then for the longest time, it was just a glowing speck, brighter than the stars but not by much.

And with that, the Space Shuttle Discovery went up into space.

It’s funny; I was never a real space nerd as a kid. I was more into the fake ships zipping around fake space. It’s only as I get older that I stare slackjawed as an actual SPACECRAFT goes skyward about a hundred miles from my house.

Hot Fuzz

Hot Fuzz

Dec 08

Hott Fuzz Poster
February 16th! Well, for the UK. Bastards.
Time to dust off the old Torrent downloader, I guess. In the meantime, there’s always lots of webby goodness.