All three of my blog readers are already hip to this, but if you stumbled upon this website by happenstance, let me catch y’ up. I love Batman. I mean, like, how could I not? I was 12 in 1989. It was illegal to not love Batman back then. I guess that doesn’t exactly explain why I love him today, a million years later, but still, I never got over this goofball crap. Goodness knows I didn’t love Batman the whole time. Goodness no! How could I? Most Batman movies and comics if we are honest are pretty much awful. I guess what I am getting at, is I love THIS Batman.
It is with a heavy heart and an irritable bowel that I put down cartoonist Josh Latta’s new collection, THAT’S A HORRIBLE THING TO SAY, JOSH LATTA! It is bad enough that he name-checks himself in the very title of his book, but that he then goes forth to fill it with pages of his fecal smears and life-denying humor is the height of hilarity. He is the master of the gag in gag cartoon, a figure of such universal hatred that he must be doing something right. I laughed out loud throughout and that made me think: do I have a mental disorder? My conditional is terminal and yours can be, too, if you’re unfortunate enough to read this small, disturbing volume.
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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.
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 Disneyby 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.
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.
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.
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.
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!