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Tonnage of Disneyana Impedimenta: Oswald The Lucky Rabbit Merch (The review)

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One thing there has never been much of a shortage of in this topsy-turvy world is Disney crap. Sure, like, you could go to any store anywhere and be guaranteed to find something with Mickey Mouse or the Little Mermaid emblazoned on it. However, for the hard-core collector like myself, you gotta gotta dig deeper for the more esoteric character’s paraphernalia, and digging deep is what I did. In other words, I need to get off the goddamned Disney Store’s emailing list.

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Book & Rifle Reviews: Sick Little Monkeys The Unauthorized Ren & Stimpy Story

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There are two universal truths so absolute that you could set a watch to them. Executives will muck everything up and the other is that John K is kind of a dick.

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Lattaland’s Best Of 2012: Forces Of Geek

Josh Latta
@joshlatta | http://lattaland.com/

Best Movies: Killing Them Softly: What a crying shame this movie went over with a thud. From the jarring opening sequence to the hilarious last line. This movie was like heroin to me; totally awesome.  Marley: Look, I’m not really a Bob Marley fan, but one cannot deny he lived quite an interesting life. Just think of how good he woulda been if it weren’t for the Jah bullshit.
Best TV Shows: Boardwalk Empire: Proof that TV is better than movies.  Comedy Bang Bang: Proof that TV is better than podcasts.
Best Books (non-fiction): The Dark Side Of Disney by Leonard Kinsey. Kinsey gives us all of the tips, tricks, scams, and stories that’d have Walt rolling in his cryogenic grave. I love a good scam, especially at a beloved theme park. Life After Deathby Damien Echols SPOILER ALERT  Damien talks about how he killed those kids and got away with it too, dude. Just kidding.

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Baltimore Comic Con In Pictures & 325 Words

So, what’d you do this weekend? Hey, that’s super.

Me? Funny you should ask. I went to my new hometown’s very own comic convention, The Baltimore Comic Con. 

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Funko Vinyl Invaders Batman Robot Figure: The Review

Remember that part in ‘Dark Knight Rises’ when Batman turns into a giant robot to save Gotham from a Kaijin monster’s rampage? No? Well, that’s because it didn’t happen, silly-billy. It should have, though.  At least I can pretend it did with this incredible Batman Robot Vinyl Invader figure/sexual totem.

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Disney UDF Mickey Mouse Plane Crazy The Review

Disney UDF Series 02 – Mickey Mouse – Plane Crazy

Y’know, after seeing the mouse head representing a big, evil corporation all of our lives, it’s easy to lose sight of Mickey Mouse’s appeal. I have been reading those Fantagraphics Floyd Gotterson reprints and seeing that stuff makes you totally get why Mickey took depression era America by a 4-finger storm.

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20 Dollars For Two Sandwiches & Water? A Heroes Con Reflection

L to R: Josh Latta and Rashy Rabbit

Greetings pals, comic nerds or people just googling Heroes Con hoping to find their name.  Welcome to my annual Heroes Con wrap-up extravaganza.  Ugh. I hate the word ‘annual.’ It always reminds me of  non-cannon comics filled with shitty art  that costs more.  It’s not everyday I can make a reference like that, in fact, it’s only 3 days a year when I can, and it’s at Heroes Con, America’s favorite comic book convention.

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Shannon Smith On Rashy Rabbit Droppin’ Anchor

“It is a very rich comic.  It really does everything I want a comic book to do and I read them over and over. “- Shannon Smith of File Under Other.

READ FULL REVIEW HERE. 

Droppin’ Anchor NOW in color. 

 


Atomic Books Is The Greatest Store On Earth

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!

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Geppi’s Entertainment Museum

What? Why didn’t anyone tell me that there is a large historical comic movie and cartoon character collection in a variety of venues nestled In its historic Camden Station a scant 8 miles from my home? (Please don’t try to find me, psychos.)

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The Smurfette: The Review

The Smurfette by Peyo Yvan Delporte

Published by Papercutz

Women, psssh. Women.

Hey fellas, women are tempestuous, fickle, and nothing but trouble. You know this, I know this, and now our little blue buddies know this.

This delightfully sexist tome was written in 1966, and I don’t believe it made its way to The States -well, until now.  Like ‘The Black Smurf’ I believe this book might have been considered a little too hot for America’s delicate sensibilities.  That the big blue man in the sky that Papercutz is pumpin’ out the reprints like no one’s business.

Okay, so, like, where was I? Oh yes.

That nefarious (and possibly Jewish) Gargmel decided it was time to subvert The Smurfs the only way that would make sense, with a female Smurf. Of course he didn’t have a female Smurf handy, but thankfully, he had a hunk of magical clay available. So he made Smurfette, and brought her to life with a kooky spell of some sort.  Hmm, this could be the reason we didn’t see this on the shelves too often.

After creating this little monster (a woman) Gargamel unleashed her in the forest to be found by some blue chump. The blue chump that found her was Hefty. Needless to say she was doing what women do best: crying. Hefty took pity on this creature and took her to the Smurf Village. It takes no time at all before Smurfette, as she calls herself starts in on the SECOND thing women do best, and that’s nagging.  The Smurfs put up with this as well as they can, save Grouchy, and even throw a party in her honor.  Now, she thinks everything is about her and becomes even a bigger pain in the blue ass.

The next morning The Smurfs sober up enough to realize they got a problem on their hands. Even though The Smurfs hadn’t really been around women much, they devised a brilliant plan. The plan was to make her feel fat so she’d go away and possibly puke herself to death.

Papa Smurf caught wind of this devious act and was deeply, deeply ashamed of his children. Papa Smurf has been around the block a few times, so he knew the only way for his commune to fully except this outsider was to make her better looking. That he did. With some magic and better threads, Papa Smurf made Smurfette gorgeous.

Well, what do you know? Now all the Smurfs are laughing at her inane anecdotes and bending over backwards to do her trivial tasks for her.  Naturally, this still isn’t enough for her, so she begs Vanity to literally open the floodgate and flood the smurf village. This time Smurfette knows she went too far.  Smurfette explains her artificial nature in a Dear John letter and high tails it.  The Smurfs are a bit bummed, sure, but they quickly shift gears to rage and decide it’s time to settle Gargamel’s hash for this one with their most devious concoction ever: an ugly, clingy and codependent woman for Gargamel.

Haha! Wee!

This book gets my highest recommendation.

Get it here.

 


Robert Clough On Rashy Rabbit: Droppin’ Anchor

“Latta is better at mining humor out of awkwardness and sleaze than he is out of pure absurdity, and as a result this story winds up being fairly forgettable.” -Robert Clough

They say any publicity is good publicity!

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Who Let The Nerds Out? Heroes Con 2011 In Review


Hiya, folks. I just got back from Heroes Con and, boy, are my guts tired. No doubt from being puked out so much. Welcome to another Heroes Con wrap-up extravaganza brought to you by Bud Light and a lifetime of resentment.

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Marvel Super Big Head Vending Machine Toys: The Review

My father nary raised a hand to me in anger. He never belittled me or was ever verbally abusive. However, he traumatized me for life by throwing change out of a moving car window after I blew all my ‘allowance’  on bubble gum machine prizes. He, of all people, should have understood the shiny allure of putting change in the slot and not knowing what you will get in return.  Maybe I’d get a digital watch, or a googly-eyed monster finger puppet, or maybe I wouldn’t get anything at all. This is the price you pay gambling away your quarters in a vending machine.  Y’see,  it’s not about the prize, it’s about the thrill of the game.

As you know,  I am no longer a child, well, not physically at least.  I get my kicks elsewhere in life. However, I can’t seem to pass a set of bubblegum dispensary without stopping and checking out the wares.  As you can imagine,  I stopped dead in my track when I saw the glorious sight of a machine filled to the brim with ‘eggs’ painted to resemble the heads of Marvel Superheroes. What was inside the eggs, you ask? Why, a super deformed squat version of their respected bodies, of course.  The gimmick here is that you open the head and assemble a chibi as the Japanese would say, if they weren’t busy with other stuff.

Now, I don’t walk around with my all currency in quarters so I could only buy two.  Thrill of the hunt or not, I am a busy man and I need my toys now and I need all of them, so I bought them all on Ebay later that day. After  two weeks of waiting by my mailbox like Charlie Brown does during the month of February,  they finally arrived, and these are them.

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Marvel Heroes Popping Candy W/Lollipop The Review

In 1996,  Marvel took all their most popular heroes and made them look metallic. Yes, metallic. Look at the highlights and low-lights in hulks pants. They are metal. Look at the reflection in Spiderman’s bulge. It’s metallic too.  Iron Man? Well, he’s always been metallic,  but he’s even more metallic now.  I guess Marvel went bankrupt in taste and as well as bankrupt in money.

Speaking of taste, let me tell you about Marvel Heroes Popping Candy W/Lollipop.  Hmmm, how do I put this:  Oh yeah, it sucks! First off the complementary lollipop is in shape of a ‘thumbs-up’ hand.  That’s lazy theming, dudes.  Is a Spiderman shaped sucker too much to expect to come out of a Spiderman shaped bag? Apparently so, according to the schlock-misters at  The Royal Candy Company.

Also, what is up with Iron Man being ‘Blue Raspberry’  flavored? I know Iron Man is hot right now, but that spot and flavor should have been reserved for Captain America. I am so angry I am going to intentionally splash the first person I see walking along the side of the road in the rain.  I want you to hurt like I hurt.  PS the candy tastes like soap.


 

 

 

 


Moldy Old Gold Key Comics Review Round-Up

Back in a magical time known as the 70’s comics sales were already on the down-slide thanks to  plenty of free kids television. Publisher Gold Key was hit particularity hard time keeping with the times and were being muscled off the newsstands by DC and Marvel.  To combat complete irrelevancy, Gold Key just printed tons of crap, tossed it in three pack and distributed them to be  sold in department stores and called it a day.  Here’s a few choice nuggets from a rather-forgettable era in comics history.

Zody The Mod Rob No. 1

We first meet our hapless hero, Randy, in the newsroom of the Tinker High Times as he is sent on assignment to write a feature on a professor who’s “booked for a school assembly next week.” As it turns out, the good professor is laying claim to proving astrological energy-waves (scientifically).  As luck would have it, Randy is an Aquarius, which is just what the professor needed to try out his latest invention, a “horoscope hat.” Although it’s vague, what, in fact, the horoscope hat even does, Randy agrees to wear this contraption all day to see if  ” he feels a little bit smarter.”  Giving in to self consciousness, Randy stops at his local wig shop and get’s a long haired wig  to feel less conspicuous. After a long day of interviewing science-types and wig shopping,  Randy settles down and takes a nap in Poe Park. When he comes to, he realizes that he has the power of the zodiac.  What is that, you ask? Why it’s the ability to gaze into the future and build robots.  Randy does both with gusto, despite the fact, “He somehow can’t  make the robot work”. Fear not, as the stars aka the zodiac brings this robot to life! Zody, the titular mod rob, makes jokes and cavorts around. Realizing the ramifications of a wise cracking robot, Randy disguises the robot with a poncho and a mop for hair, despite the fact Randy had a brand-new wig at his disposal.


Randy and Zody The Mod Rob (more like the  Hippy Rob, though)

Of course hilarity insures as this trippy robot spews his hippy speak and his free love, that is to say, until he announces with no uncertainly that the school will blow up in 5 minutes because mice accidentally arranged a bomb  from pilfered supplies from the chemistry lab. Does the school blow up? No. It doesn’t , thanks to Randy’s new chum, Zody The Mod Rob!

Harlem Globetrotters No. 2

The Harlem Globetrotters were on route to play against the  Hillbilly Hillstars when, suddenly, they drive through a shoot-out between the feuding Flatfields and the, uh Coys. Ever the peacemakers, The Globetrotters intervened to find out what’s the dilly-yo. If you can believe it, the beef is over a wedding – or, more specifically, the lack there of. You see,  Rock Flatfield (who looks suspiciously like a blonde Li’l Abner) refuses to marry the Coy’s kin, Cora, on the account that she is not “his type”.


When The Harlem Globetrotters full court press, they find that this marriage would end the feud, as it’s stated in the “hillbilly rules”.  The Globetrotters arrange a picnic.  As Granny stated to Cora, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” and let’s face it, Cora is no prized pig. Things were going well until the unscrupulous Flatfields cheat at all the scheduled picnic events so they can knock off the Coy’s and “take over the whole valley.” This comes surprising close to fruition, especially as they cheat at a basketball game against the globetrotters using unregulated props.  If you  ever seen the Globetrotters regular use of ladders and breast pumps, Flatfields must have been going way overboard to be considered “cheating”. As luck would have it, though, Cora falls in some “super beauty mud” and comes out with a svelte figure a higher hem line and a face to match. Now that Cora has the only kind of beauty that matters, outer beauty, sparks are flyin’ between her and Rock.   Granny considered taking a dip in the magical mud, herself, until protests from the team made her decide to stay a spinster forever. The end.

Keep your mind on basketball.



Justice League Hostess Snack Cakes : The Review

Needless to say, I went through a pretty big super-hero phase. I always felt it came from a deep, dark shame following my growing up on funny animal comics. Y’know, stuff for ‘kids’, not like the grim and gritty serious adult world that superheroes inhabit.  Hey, I still believe a duck could talk sooner than a man could fly, but that’s neither here nor there. After all, this theory about myself could easily be debunked by one universal truth. Deep in the heart of all males is the desire to pummel each other. That’s right, it’s not the heroics of super heroes that captures our manly imaginations, it’s the ability to defeat each other the only way it really matters: with our fists.  It all comes down to power fantasies. The less power a male has, the more we like muscular men in tights pounding away on each other. Which leads me to these delightful snack cakes adorned with some of my favorite super fetish totems, Oops, I mean  super heroes.

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