The very finest in fake lies, yelling, and jokes that aren't worth the legwork
So, according to these instructions rubber-banded to a can of vitamin soup that just flew through my—thankfully open—window, I’m supposed to review Fables, Vol. 2: Animal Farm and see what there is to like about it? What the hell? Who signed me up for this? THE MAGNIFICENT BASTARD, HE’S ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD. (Obligatory reminder…
Look, it–okay, sometimes, a thing seems like a good idea, SOMETIMES you get a tattoo that says “EZRA MILLER AIN’T JUST A FLASH IN THE PAN” across so, so many of your knuckles and then take a big sip of your beverage and check the news six months ago. You have at least heard, I…
[Long before I began to Blog, I would periodically do reviews of stuff on my Facebook, frequently the subscription-crate services that were all the rage before we were consumed with actual rage by the 2016 election.I thought it might be fun to share one here now and then as a peek into the past and…
I don’t wanna straighten upI don’t wanna fly rightI just wanna drive around a whileAnd bust a couple things up with the bad kids
While–y’know what, perhaps even whilst–browsing the latest from all of my pals in the WordPress reader, I was hit SQUARE IN THE PIE-PLATE by this thrown gauntlet from Birdie’s Book Nook. I’m a sucker for these blogging-meme games; you may have seen some of my Let’s Talk Bookish posts, and I’ve signed up for Bloganuary…
Hey shut up, listen: Hi! I guess I’m doing this now? Unclear. But I wanna write about comics and evidence indicates that you, for unknowable reasons of your own, can be persuaded to read what I write, so let’s see if this is something that works, let’s steam these hams, buckle up. (Obligatory reminder to subscribe…
Okay listen: You know I love you people but my wife’s job is doing a cake for her birthday in forty minutes, and like, comics are still gonna be there later today, but the same cannot be said of cake, so let’s roll this beautiful book footage and get your boi a slice. (Obligatory reminder…
AS BEFITS THE SPOOKITY SZN, our yard has been claimed as the home, albeit probably temporary, of TWO BLACK CATS ₐₙd ₐₗₛₒ ₐ gᵣₑy ₐₙd wₕᵢₜₑ ₜₐᵦᵦy ₒₙₑ, whom we have lent the traveling-names of Hallie Ween (mama, black), Mage (bb #1, black), and Jack (of the Obsessive Bonesman fame, bb #2, tabby). They are…
Well, my wife just called them ‘vampire seeds’ after mishearing me say I was going to have some sunflower seeds, so OBVIOUSLY that’s all I’m ever calling them again; frankly I’m surprised it took this long. She also hates Brad Bellflower, the absolutely fictional founder of Apartments.com, with an incandescent loathing that would kill any…
READER: My brain is on fire. Not (or at least not only) for comics reasons, nor for fever reasons because I’m the only one left in this goddamn state who wears a mask, but for a reason I don’t think I’ve ever brought up in my writings here: my lifelong, absolutely personality-destroying obsession with neography,…