I was thinking about this today and, while modern superhero comics are in many resects indefensible adolescent power fantasies aimed at emotionally stunted, arrested development dudes, there are several reasons I can name why I simply cannot divest myself of this vice, why Wednesday is often my favorite day of the week, why I really, truly, unironically love comics.
1. THEY COME WITH PLASTIC MAGIC RINGS
Seriously, how fucking cool is this? I don’t care how gimmicky it is, I fucking LOVE me some plastic magic rings. It’s like that shit that used to come at the bottom of cereal boxes, only with the power to channel the emotional spectrum.
OK, so you have the Punisher, a bad-as ex-Vietnam dude who goes vigilante justice all over criminals. He wears a skull on his chest and shoots big guns.
How do you improve on this already flawless concept?
YOU TURN HIM INTO A FRANKENSTEIN MONSTER. I AM 100% NO BULLSHIT. THIS IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. HOW FUCKING CRAZY IS THIS SHIT???
3. THE BOYS
Sigh. Where do I begin? Garth Ennis is just the master of the high concept/low execution.
More installments to come, but this’ll do for now.
Just want to shout out some props to my producer Gray ” gizzgay” Bouchard. I couldn’t have done it without his frugal sensibilities. Whiteboy knows how to drop flow. Buy the album! Stay true to the street and never forget the hussle.
I didn’t mean to hide this from you, but I have secretly been an R and B star for years. This is my latest track. It’s called “True Luv is Da Club in Connor”. In case you are wondering, it is really me. I know, you don’t have to say anything. It is that good. Have fun getting down bitches. Ya’ll feel my swagger.
Some days I can’t get a goddamned thing going. Can’t focus to save my life, everything is sounding like crap, and it’s so incredibly hard to muster the enthusiasm at the moment. This was suposed to be my hyper-productive week, and I have exactly fuck-all to show for it. FUCK.
All I want to do right now is watch VH1 and goof on the internet.
Hey douchebags! In the metro-Boston area? Enjoy listening to music while munching on some freshly caught fish or burgers? Come out to the Derby Deli tonight in Salem and listen to me play! Show starts at 8pm. See ya there.
To echo Fuse VJ Juliya Chernetsky’s posts late last night, “Today is a very sad day in metal… End of an era.” Type O Negative keyboardist Josh Silver and the band’s German record label, SPV/Steamhammer, have both confirmed (via Blabbermouth) that singer/bassist Peter Steele has died of what is believed to be heart failure. Steele, born Petrus T. Ratajczyk, was 48.
“Monotheism, to me, is a great simplification… I tend to think of paganism as a kind of alphabet, a language. It’s like all of the gods are letters in that language. They express nuances, shades of meaning. Whereas monotheism tends to be just one vowell and it’s something like “OOOO!”, this monkey sound… Why reduce it to one plain, single note that the utterer doesn’t even understand?”—Alan Moore, making paganism sound actually viable in the 21st century.