Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
UPDATED: And Now For Something Completely Different
1) fucking my mom's tits all night long
I was so inspired by the list (which oddly lacked a #6) that I wrote you a short story with each term in the list, in order. I hope you enjoy it.
As I turned the corner I heard a man in the bar say, "I was fucking my mom's tits all night long." I was stunned. Not so much because someone was fucking their mom's tits all night long -- which is just ewww- but that someone was saying it so matter-of-factly. I mean, if I was fucking my mom's tits all night long, I wouldn't be telling anyone, if you know what I mean. And I think you do.
I hustled away before we moved into necrophilia territory. I’m open-minded, but I do like to sleep at night.
As I moved out to the outside deck, which inexplicably had a beach volleyball court that served no purpose other than that of a very large ashtray, I headed to the bar and got a drink. Since I was feeling a bit peckish, I went to a small hole in the wall to order from the kitchen. Not your typical "hole in the wall," but a real wall where a trannie named Tits took your order. "I'll have a hot sweet potato, Tits," I said before I was handed a backed sweet potato oozing with butter. Yes, real butter. I was in heaven.
Perhaps it was the sight of her peeing, but I now needed to pee badly. If I could have held it would have. I knew the bathroom would be disgusting and likely a place where, let’s call it shenanigans of various sorts, took place. But I had to pee and I couldn’t pee in the plants, Helga was blocking the way. So into the bathroom I went. Eyes forward, head slightly down and breathing through the mouth, I made it to a urinal. I looked forward and saw “Wednesday is vaginal hump day” etched into the metal sheet covering the wall. What did that mean? All sorts of off ideas popped into my mind. I remembered this commercial from the 70s where it said “Wednesday is spaghetti night.” That random memory made me laugh and brought me back to the task at hand. After finishing my business I went to wash my hands and hurried out the door and back into the club.
While I waited at the bar for another drink, I was next to two older women dressed in full biker gear. But instead of talking about Harleys or drunken bar fights in Sturgis or Hollister, they were talking about their grandchildren. This was just one of those places, were all sorts of people congregate. The night was looking better. But then I was yanked back to reality when one of the women loudly exclaimed that her ass was getting “flabby.” It was like I have “tits in my pants.” Okay, I heard enough. Time to move along.
On the stage, women and men/former men somewhere on what I call the “pre-and post-op continuum,” were lining up while the crowd hooted and hollered. The emcee, a large black man in drag doing his damnedest to channel Pam Grier in Coffey, announced a “titty parade.” At that point, tops came off, except from the drag queens without real fake breasts. The “titty parade” left the stage and soon after a conga line snaked through the bar with more than a few men and women from the bar joining in the festivities. Of course, I was one of them. Nights like tonight are the reasons that you go out at night, just to join the fun and the freaks.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Wow. We Do Not Approve
So, what's up with our reaction? For one, it is worth knowing that we knew nothing about this upcoming title beyond the solicitation in Previews. It so shocked, no disturbed us, that we did a bit of sleuthing and found this article on Newsarama. Okay, interesting premise ... but the images of people being thrown alive from what appears to be a moving plane, we could do without. Flying is disturbing enough, we just don't need this kind of imagery floating around our grey matter at 30,000 feet. Some of you might be freaked out at the more obvious murder angle, or perhaps violence against women (or the elderly, or anyone else for that matter). Others may cheer for violence in all it's forms. Even we wonder how this differs from the senseless violence not shown, but usually understood, in many of the superhero books we crave. Another caveat: We've always liked Garth Ennis's writing, but this seems to have gone too far for us. Not our cup of tea. Still, it does point to the diversity of markets for graphic fiction that something like this could be published. So, what say you? Where does this fall in your acceptability continuum? Perhaps we are getting old. Sigh.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Comic-Con 2008 Goodness
Isn't that Natalie from Facts of Life?
A Kabuki fan who has it going on!
Run Nick. It's the Skrull Queen!
David Mack, the most innovative artist working in comics today, and some slacker who really should be let go from the Mister Fanboy editorial staff.
Lou Ferrigno getting ready to regulate!
Gail Simone signing for us. Our dear friend Amy Reads will be very, very pleased with a special treat we got for her from Gail. She loves your blog Amy, by the way.
Barbara Gordon before the fateful meeting with the Joker.
Two members of the Trinity. Jesus is nowhere to be seen.
Iron Man from the Marvel booth- it's the movie's version of an early Iron Man so he's not an asshole (yet).
Gary Busey makes a con appearance.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Marvel's Con Signing Schedule
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Gearing Up For the Con
Monday, June 16, 2008
Special Effects Pioneer Stan Winston Dies
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Catwoman Book to Be Put Down?
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Secret Invasion Mini Haiku Review
Labels: Secret Invasion
Sunday, February 17, 2008
I Want One
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Best of 2007
Best Comic (Marvel/Icon- tie): Daredevil, Powers, and Kabuki
Best New Comic: The Luna Brothers' Sword (Image)
Labels: Best of 2007