Goddamnit, I love Baltimore. Oh, sure, I am southern by the grace of the devil, but man, my new home is treating me well. For one, this city has some of the greatest iconography I have ever seen. The state flag, the orioles cartoony bird head, the Utz broad and that Natty Boh dude. This is a town that can get behind some great art. It’s no wonder that we house the greatest store in the world, Atomic Books. If ever there was a place created to extract my money, this would be it. I walk around in there and think, “I am pretty much into every single product in here.” I don’t get that helpless feeling walking around my local ding and dent shop, I assure you, my fine readers that much. I can also assure you that my credit card is really taking some dings and dents from Atomic Books too. Enough about me, though. Let’s talk things. Things that I bought.  Ah, jeez. I couldn’t stop for even a second!

 Speaking of Topps, man, they’ve been firing on all pistons lately. Check out this cute ‘lil guy! I wanna @$!& that brain of his. I’m a big fan of all the Funko Pop figures. I wish I was less of a fan, because the last thing I need is more plastic crap shaped like Mickey Mouse all over the place, but dude, I am only human. We are living in a second toy Renascence. I love all these weird, off-model toys that have been hitting the shelves. No longer are we regimented to the tyranny of boring figures based on whatever movie happens to be out. Where’s the imagination in that? Gimme cute, that’s what I always say. ALWAYS. You know, maybe I could use one or two more of these things.

Do you like to party? Well, do you? See, I got just the thing, and I love things. We got these bad-boys hanging in a window to show the world, well, our neighbors we like alt comics, crosshatching, and binge drinking. The figurative lights alternate between drinky crow, a bottle of grog and a drunken drinky crow. What a shame the strand is so short. I imagine it’d be great for an x-mas tree too. Especially if you like to drink on Christmas morning.