The Novel...

So we all like to read a good book, right? Some of us like biographies, collections of essays, etc. I've always been partial to espionage books myself. Something about a fast moving realistic plot always appealed to me. But lately I've been getting into sci-fi and fantasy. I always hated a lot of fantasy books I picked up because they were just page after page of endless descriptions. The fuck do I care what the magic trees look like (yes that is a poke at Tolken). I am also lazy so I never wanted to commit to a book that was more than 400 pages. However, over these last few months I've read a few Star Wars novels, as well as start A Game of Thrones. They have all been very engaging. So maybe I'm changing my attitude as I get older, I don't know. Whatever, this was just a rant of stuff I have been reading.

Why Super Villains suck now....

What comic companies are missing is the simple thing that made comic villains great: The fact that their civilian names left them with no choice but to become super villains. Examples:
Edward Nigma: The Riddler
Otto Octavius: Dr. Octopus
Pamela Isley: Poison Ivy
Victor Von Doom: Doctor Doom
Roy G. Bivalo: Rainbow Raider (my personal favorite)

So I  ask that all the comic book companies out there start creating brand new villains whose civilian identities reflect their super villain alter egos.

It Lives...

And here I thought the three of us had come to a mutual unspoken agreement to let this blog die... BUT  it seems like we've been getting some consistent anonymous comments lately (thanks to I to the C's sharp eyes for spotting that). Quite a feat for a blog that's been in hibernation for a year! Thanks for the comments Anons!

Decision 2010: ...And America Flips a Coin

It's Election Day folks! So get out there and cast your ballot for your favorite corrupt congressional, gubernatorial or mayoral candidate!

Me? I voted for Kodos.

All Quiet On The Western Front

It's been a while since the blog has been updated, so here's a requisite entry. Another sun sets on our beloved city of NYC, and all is right with the world as far as our vengeful God allows. Hey God, chill the fuck out, k? I'm off the wagon by the way, off the wagon HARD. So where are my peeps? Here's an official shout out to my boys FordhamBatman and IToTheC and my girl Brandine:

YO, WHERE YOU AT?

I  will NOT be satisfied until we have a Beastie Boys' Sabotage-esque roll-call, complete with aviator sunglasses, short sleeve shirts with ties, shaggy-wigs and Magnum PI mustaches (Dibs on Cochise!).

O casual alcoholism, how did you suddenly transform into RAGING ALCOHOLISM?

30 Days Smoke Free!

I wish I had a smoke. Oh God, how I miss smoking!