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No Eye In Team

My bro, Chris and I were discussing the people from our past whose asses we’d like to kick.

For him, most of those people were from his childhood.  Personally, I barely remember most of the people I grew up with.  All of the people from my list were high school acquaintances.   I was always a weird kid, but for the first 2/3’s of my education, no one seemed to bother me about it for the most part.  But in high school, people are expected to define themselves and pick sides.  Everyone is expected to be part of some sort of category or grouping and if you don’t fall into any of them, they automatically lump you into the freaks.

What’s most interesting about my list is that it actually includes a couple of teachers.  Sort of.  I’m not sure they really deserve the label.  They were football coaches who taught classes.  One of them ended up the school disciplinarian, which I personally find horrifying.  Coach Hines even managed to be a dick to my little brother who attended the same high school as me a few years after I graduated. I don’t know what happened to Lambert, but I hope it involved a prison and a guy named Bubba commenting on how pretty his mouth is.

Seem a little harsh?  Let’s get into the way-back machine.  When I was 15, my allergies were out of control.  My sinuses were constantly stuffed up.  My penchant for carrying around wads of kleenex in my pockets earned me the nickname Booger.

Yes. Like the guy from Revenge of the Nerds.  Although I doubt my tormentors ever picked up on the coincidence.

People loved to push the nickname at me.   Fuck love, High School is a battlefield.  But in the end, they were bunch of stupid fucking kids (they’re still going on the goddamn list, but anyway…).   Lambert was a grown man in his 20s.  And for some reason he enjoyed being a dick to me as well.  Though in his case, he called me Snot.  Nice. He loved calling me out in class in order to make fun of me.

Back then I just wanted to kneecap him.  Now as an adult I realize that his behavior was criminal, and I should have reported him.  Although I still want to kneecap him. 

The reality is that not every teacher liked me’ its not realistic to expect teachers to like all of their students.  But none of the others went out of their way to be a dick to me.  I realize now that the probability is that the reason they didn’t like me is because they’re football people.   I don’t want to make a generalization here, because it isn’t exactly a rule, but I have noticed that a large portion of guys who grow up playing football obsessively end up serious cockstains.  They’re never particularly open-minded, and always seem to think that anyone who doens’t like football is a freak of nature.

And yet for some reason, people lend football players respect.  Even in myown school, where our team is legendarily shitty.   I’ve never really understood it.  I’m not saying you shouldn’t like football, but really its just another activity.  Nothing special about it.  And yet so much of America has this blind devotion to it.

Recently I had a conversation with a female attorney in which she recounted a tale about her son.  At a job interview, the man doing the interviewing asked if he’d played any team sports in high school, like football.  He said yes.  When the interview was over, he asked what was with the sports question, and the interviewer told him that playing sports teaches you how to play as part of a team. 

That’s fucking retarded. 

Though the Attorney and many other people I’ve met would disagree, I have to say that playing sports and football doesn’t necessarily teach you jack shit about anything other than sports.  First of all, its the coach who teaches you about how to be part of a team, and thats assuming that he’s a good coach, or moreover, a good teacher.  Secondly, even if you do learn to be a team player from it, that doesn’t necessarily translate to the real world.  How do you know that this person is going to consider your business a team?  He might look at his friends that way, but what about the people he doesn’t like?  They’re more likely to be considered opponents.  Which isn’t to say he’s going to tackle or headbutt anyone…  but I’m not ruling out.

A team is a group of people dedicated to a singular goal, but not necessarily sacrificing their individuality. The fact is that sports like football teach uniformity and pack mentality.  And sure it teaches hand-eye coordination, but so do video games, and I don’t see anybody blowing a guy just because he beat Super Mario Brothers in 15 minutes.

But I’m not trying to vilify football players.  It just seems like there’s something there that we as a sport obsessed nation ought to consider.

If I ever have kids, I’d rather they didn’t play sports.  I’d prefer them to be artists.  Art teaches you to express yourself and fosters imagination and intelligence.  They’ll learn to think as individuals.  The rest I can teach them.  Being part of a team is about understanding that the needs of many outweigh the needs of the few. (Thank you Leonard Nimoy.)  So it really comes down to teaching sociological philosophy, not throwing a ball.

But if in the end, they choose to play football, I’ll be okay with it.  Because it’ll be an individual choice, not dictated by what other people expect of them.


Why You’ll Love-Hate Watchmen

I don’t envy Zach Snyder.  No matter what he did, he was going to get it wrong in the eyes of one majority or another.

The problem is that there are three parties interested in a Watchmen film.  The comics fans want to see the beauty of Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons comic brought to life frame for frame, syllable for syllable, a frakking giant squid and black freighter; because anything less would be sacrilege in the face of perhaps the most important comic in history.  The consumer audience wants to see another mindless, pretty, action-packed Superhero flick; the next Dark Knight if at all possible.  And the movie studio wants another Dark Knight cash cow as well, only cheaper, shorter and more efficient; and they don’t give a damn if Watchmen is anything like the book.

At least one of these groups will be disappointed, and as usual, it’s the fans.  Projects do not transfer from medium to medium organically.  Some comics just do not work in film form. Changes have to be made.  For the majority of these projects I judge them by their story-telling ability and their handling of the characters.  However with some books, such as Watchmen, that just isn’t enough.

The studio wants an action movie that will bring in millions of ticket sales.  And so does the public.  But Watchmen is not an action film.  Nor is it really about Superheroes.   It is for precisely that reason it is so beloved by it’s fans.  The essence of the story is about what makes us human, and what is the nature of good versus evil, and ultimately about whether power gives one the right to decide the fate of others.  And really, it’s about much more than that. It’s a very dense read with an incredible amount of subtext.  But honestly no one wants to see a movie about that. Movies are often a lazy medium, one where the audience doesn’t want to think.

Which leads us to writer Alan Moore’s opinion that Watchmen is unfilmable.  But honestly?  He’s wrong.  I went into the theatre having read and appreciated (though not loved) the book.  And what I saw met most of my expectations, and exceeded a few.

It isn’t the book.  But it is a decent adaptation that meets the majority of needs for all three groups, as long as you don’t go in with any expectations.   I think the majority of consumers will be disappointed in it without ever giving it a chance.  The film has been mis-marketed from the start.  Watchmen is much closer to The Usual Suspects than X-Men in content and subject matter.  There is sex and violence in it, but not nearly as much as the trailers imply.  And yes, for you purists, the ending was changed slightly.  No giant squid.  But honestly, it works.  In fact, it makes more sense than the giant squid does.  Yeah, I know I just lost loads of nerd-cred, but it’s true.  A film-maker’s job is to simplify and fully realize (emphasis on the first two syllables of the last word) any adaptation.  Snyder did just that.  And what’s more, he did a damn good job of it.

The only complaints I have are minimal.  Some of the music is atrocious.  As much as I love Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah, the use of Leonard Cohen’s cover of it in the sex scene is so ridiculous that I went from sexual arousal to gut-busting laughter in the span of a second.   Likewise, the use of 99 Left Balloons at a key scene took me out of the film and made me feel like I was watching a romantic comedy.   Beyond that, the only problem areas occur because of the cinematography.  Watchmen’s style is meant to bring the comic to life.  It worked tremendously in 300, but here, there are a few scenes which feel cartoonish, particularly scenes with the Golden Age super-team, The Minutemen.  Not a huge problem, but it is a little distracting.

The bottom line is that Watchmen gets more right than it does wrong.  And like the book, it will merit multiple viewings to fully digest the menagerie of beauty and philosophy thrown at you, however precisely, like cogs in clockwork.  The bar previously set by The Dark Knight will probably not be exceeded here, in terms of revenue, style or fan response.  But honestly, I’m happier that way.  Watchmen couldn’t have been made any better by anyone else.  It is a tight, lean movie that moves at a decent pace despite it’s long run time and heavy psychological thoroughbred.  It works.

It’s not only filmable, it’s watchable.

MegaCon 2009

I’ve wanted to go to a comic book convention since I was all of 12 years old.  It took me 19 years to make it, but this weekend I attended Orlando’s own MEGA-CON.  

Having gone to my first, it has only whetted my appetite for bigger shows like Wizard World Los Angeles and the big daddy, San Diego Comic Con.  I had an awesome time.  

Admittedly Mega Con is a smaller show.  All the media attention was focused on WonderCon in San Francisco.  Even so, we had some serious action in Orlando.

img_0570I went Friday with the intention of getting a lot of signatures out of the way before everyone showed up over the next two days.  From the second I arrived at the Orlando Convention Center I felt at home.  People of every shape and size  were there in all manner of costume.  Final Fantasy finatics.  Comic book characters.  Even some idiot dressed like Beetlejuice.  (Good impression but I hate Beetlejuice.) There was a DeVry Institute Graduation next door to the convention.  I had to laugh as proud parents watched their babies withimg_0581 diplomas and tried to take pictures as Mega Man and the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers walked by.

As I said, there were less people Friday, which allowed me to get some decent time in at the Con.   One of my favorite writers, Mark Waid, had a panel which I got to attend.   He made a lot of jokes and debuted material from his new company, Boom Studios.  He’ll be writing two new series:

  •  The Unknown is a new miniseries about the world’s greatest detective.  She’s dying, but refuses to shuffle off until she finds 0ur what happens when you die.
  •  Irredeemable is the story of the world’s greatest hero— who slowly becomes the world’s greatest villain.

 Both sound pretty amazing.  Afterwards I was able to get Mr. Waid’s signature on my copy of Kingdom Come #1.  I told him how much I loved his work over the years.  He thanked me and said “That’s great to hear.  At the end of the say I’m just a guy who got lucky enough to write comics for a living.”  And when I asked him about a career in editing, he even gave me his e-mail address and said if I ever move to LA he might be able to get me an internship.  That’s pretty amazing for how big a guy he is in the industry.


I got a bunch of great signatures, including Jimmy Cheungimg_0577,

Chuck Dixon, Greg Land and Tony Bedard (with whom I also had a great conversation).   I think the best thing about all this is that these guys were so great about it.  Very few of them had egos (although there were a couple assholes).

Unfortunately my experiences with the “celebrities” wasn’t as great.  Don’t get me wrong, they were nice.   Al Snow (WWE Superstar and Tough Enough host) is apparently a comics fan as well, and walked up behind me while I was bent over a comic stand.   And I had a decent conversation with Christy Hemme.  The problem is they wanted money for everything from a signature to a picture with them.   20 bucks!!  No offense, but if I pay twenty bucks to take a picture with  you, the picture will be of you on your knees sucking my cock. Tricia Helfer of BSGI don’t begrudge them making a living, but 20 dollars is way over the top.  Consequently I didn’t get pictures with any of them, including BattleStar Galactica’s Tricia Helfer.





DC UniverseI hadn’t intended to go on Saturday, but I found out DC and Marvel were doing panels.   I just made it to DC’s.  Even got to ask a question.  Dan Didio’s answer was a major Announcement.

  • Bruce Wayne’s situation will be addressed in Blackest Night #0

He also gave a little spoiler on the first issue of Flash Rebirth.

  • In the first issue a Runner dies.

Marvel’s panel later in the day wasn’t nearly as exciting.  Whereas EIC Dan Didio showed up and was flanked by some big names of DC, Marvel tossed a few artists at us, none of whom knew anything about what was going on, even in their own respective books.  After a while I got sick of being jerked around and walked out.

But it was on Saturday that I got my biggest surprise.  I waited in line for over an hour to get the signature of superstar artist Ethan Van Sciverimg_1658 (Green Lantern, Flash Rebirth).  As we got closer and closer to the front of the line, I realized he was doing free sketches for fans.

I can’t tell you how big a deal that is.  These sketches could be sold for a hundred dollars on ebay.  He is a big time artist in the business.

So when it came my turn, I asked if he could do Superboy Prime for me (let’s just say he’s an evil Superman).  He went straight to it without a word.img_0002  When all was said and done he’d given me this beautiful sketch as well as a signed poster and comic.  I was blown away by the man’s generosity.  I even felt a little guilty for not paying him something. 

Make no mistake though, I will not be selling this sketch.  I love it.  Iy’s going up on my wall.

Which brings me to Sunday when I went with my friend Alexandra.Alex It was her first time at a con as well.  Can you tell?  She went a litttttttle nuts what with all the Final Fantasy schwag around.  Yeppers, it was geek’s bonanza. She took pictures with all the pretty freaks, broke the heart of a poor little geek.  And informed me matter-of-factly that she could have well over a dozen boys like him, there, if she so wanted.

Good times.


I got my signature from comics legend George Perez and we moved on down to Marvel Cover Artist Brandon Peterson.  I just happened to have a 30th Anniversary issue of Uncanny X-Men which Peterson had worked on.  Not nearly as big a deal as I’m making it sound.  When I asked him to sign it, he accidently spilled Vitamin water all over it.  He apologized profusely, to which I said it was no big deal.img_0004  But he insisted on making up for it and asked us to come back in ten minutes.  When we did, he presented me with a copy of his sketchbook, including a sketch on the inside of Wolverine saying “Sorry Bub”.  And of course he signed it.

I carried the thing around for the next hour, despite the fact that I had a backpack on.  I just love it so much.  Again.  Not for sale!!!  

Alexandra and I left not more than an hour later for fear she would break her bank on Final Fantasy soundtracks.l_acdc3aed34b7445fbeab44bd315fedac

Over all it was a great experience, though I hadn’t realized how expensive these things are.  Next time I go, I’ll need to have cash to spend.

Fortunately, the FX show is in  two months!  Can’t wait.

A Rose By Any Other Colored

Sigh.  He’s not even in office and it’s starting already.  As if this country wasn’t politically correct (i.e. retarded) enough, the glass bottom is about to fall out beneath us.

The media is in a frenzy because new age lesbian/ Democratic fund raiser and supporter/ “recovering” pill head/ big tittied former red head/ moron Lindsey Lohan said she was [excited that we finally have a “colored” president.]  I’m not sure why “colored” is in quotations, but that’s the way the media writes it.  Maybe that’s the correct spelling.   In any case, I’m not sure what the outrage is all about.  I’m pretty sure Obama knows he’s black.   It’s not as though he read it and went “Wait, what? I’m a… nooooo.  Why didn’t anyone tell me?”  This is not a Dave Chapelle sketch people.

And technically you can’t really call colored a racist term.   Shut up, you heard me.  (Well, not heard, but…  anyway.)  What does NAACP stand for?   You can’t really argue that something is prejudiced against your people when you refer to yourself by that term.   I don’t go around telling people I’m a stupid Wop.  Because I’m not a fucking idiot.  (Interesting I DO call myself a Dago sometimes.  I think it’s cute.)

What’s more, I’ve never heard anyone use that term except as a historical reference (or, you know, referring to a book.  some are colored.  how come no one stands up for the colored books?). It isn’t really part of the modern lexicon.  So really, you shouldn’t condemn Lindsey Lohan for being politically incorrect so much as anachronistically incorrect.  It would be like someone from Los Angeles speaking in Olde English.  Or a rapper calling someone Daddy-O.

It’s just ridiculous.

My point is, get over it.  Grow up. Get a life.  I mean are we really going to spend the next four years whining everytime someone makes a faux pas?  Yes this one was unusual, but she was an Obama booster, for chrissakes!

Why do I get the feeling I’m about to have a four year headache?

It Takes a Superman

One of my favorite writers is a dude named Brad Meltzer.  He started this organization called Ordinary People Change the World.  Their first project was to preserve the home that birthed Superman, or at least his creator, Jerry Seigel.  He posted a new blog today and had this to say-

As the fundraising for the Superman house dies down, we’re left looking at other things to do with OrdinaryPeopleChangeTheWorld.

Here’s one (a friend of one of our nearest and dearest).

Just donate a dollar. That’s it. One dollar. And let’s see where we go.

On July 22, 2008, Michael Stolzenberg was rushed to the emergency room with a bacterial infection that was not responding to antibiotics. Shortly after he arrived, he went into septic shock and the doctors were forced to put him on a ventilator. His condition quickly worsened to the point of hopelessness, and as a last ditch effort, he was put on continuous dialysis. The doctors and nurses at Joe DiMaggio’s Children’s Hospital made heroic efforts over the next seven weeks to keep Mikey alive.

Miraculously, Mikey survived with his intelligence and wit; however, oxygen depravation to his limbs has resulted in the amputation of both hands and both feet. Mikey will have to live with the results of his illness for the rest of his life. At this point, it is unknown whether Mikey will be able to write, use a computer or even feed or dress himself, much less participate in the every-day normal activities that he so enjoyed prior to his illness. Up until July 22nd, Mikey was an avid athlete and had just earned the starting quarterback position on his pee wee tackle football team; he also enjoyed playing lacrosse, riding his bike and all of the other activities most 8-year-olds thrive on.

Michael’s only hope of regaining some independence and normalcy in his life is to have superior prosthetics. The prosthetics that will allow him to participate in physical activities and to take care of himself in any manner are not the type approved by health insurance. While many amputees can survive with the basic prosthetics covered by insurance, they are usually only faced with one amputation, not four. Compounding the issue is that Michael is only 8, and the four prosthetics will need to be replaced bi-annually as he grows. This is not a task for any one family to face alone.

Mikey dreams of walking and running again, of being able to feed himself, and having some independence and quality of life. Please help us make all of Mikey’s dreams come true! There are no limits!

Miles for Mikey


Help Mikey re-gain his quality of life by walking for him, making a donation to the Trust, or by getting others you know to donate! Keep this email going by forwarding to all you know.

Please make checks payable to “the Michael Stolzenberg Trust” and mail to 1840 Main Street, Ste 202, Weston, FL 33326

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(courtesy of Brad Meltzer)

I’ll be donating.  And you should too.  Remember, you don’t have to have powers to be someone’s hero.

Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist

I actually saw Nick and Norah at a free preview a few weeks ago.  Normally my reviews are prompt, but in this case I decided to reserve judgment.  People are always saying the same thing when you adapt a book to movie format.   “The book was better.”  Sometimes that’s true.  Sometimes its just that you read the book first and you expected it to be shot for shot the same thing.  Which doesn’t happen (unless you’re Frank Miller apparently).  So I decided to find out for myself.

I finished the book.  I saw the movie.   And the long and short of it is, the movie was better, but not by much.

That’s surprising to me, because I expected the book to be better.  You see, I like N&N, but it’s a movie that never gave me the impression that it strived to be anything more than an average teen comedy.  Just entertaining enough to be likable, but not funny enough to be extraordinary.   The book on the other hand strives (and briefly succeeds) at being brilliant and charming and whimsical.  The problem is that like most teenagers, it comes off as fake.  The book is often too clever for it’s own good and in the end, it’s kind of annoying and very distracting.


The book was conceived and written by a male and female writing team who do a he said/ she said riff.   At first it seems to work, because they flow well together.  Nick and Norah thereby have distinctly different voices without being obnoxiously awkward.  Unfortunately by the third chapter, the difference between the two writers is obvious.   Nick’s chapter are the product of a more mature writers.  The witty hyperboles and smilies and constant pop culture references don’t come off as too forced.  It isn’t perfect mind you, but it’s a step in the right direction.  Norah’s chapters, however… suck.  Not majorly. But they are products of a writer who was published a bit too soon.  For instance, Norah has a tendency to go off on these (Extremely Annoying and sadly pathetic and poseur) rants about music and fighting the man and what Punk Rock is all about (something that she clearly is ignorant of).   The problem is that she goes into these rants at the most improbable and inopportune times.  No one goes off on a three minute tear about how they got pissed at their Dad for not signing some stupid indy-pop band full of drugged up losers with names clearly inspired by Stan Lee circa 1967 during the span of a 30-second kiss that supposedly blows her mind.  It’s stupid.  It’s okay to use that method of speech when you’re writing through a narrator about something that happened past tense.  But it’s ridiculous to do it in the present tense.

So yeah, half of it is poorly written.  That being said, it isn’t a bad book.  I liked it.  It’s charming in it’s way, and some of the characters work much better in the book than the movie.  It’s definitely worth reading; it just isn’t anything special.


First off, Michael Cera plays Nick, so right away it’s going to be different based on that alone.  Cera is a very fun, quirky actor (who curiously reminds me of Beak from the X-Men).  But he is very quickly becoming pigeon-holed as a one-note actor.  He’d better start distancing himself from these roles quickly or he’s going to end up more hated than Shia LeBoeuhuhuhffuh (sp?)  Kat Dennings, on the other hand, was perfect.  She’s clearly a star in the making.   What’s interesting is that when I read the book, I was picturing her as Norah the whole time.  Whereas with Nick, I just couldn’t reconcile Cera’s speech and mannerisms with the character.   I enjoyed Cera, don’t get me wrong; I just think he needs to try something new.  (Not everyone can get away with playing themselves for fifty years, can they Jack Nicholson?)

What’s interesting here is that the movie borrows very liberally from the book, almost to the point where you’re wondering if the screenwriter couldn’t make up his mind as to whether or not to ignore the book completely.  It isn’t a criminal act, just a weird one.  He randomly inserts plot points, scenes and characters into different points in the movie.  It didn’t matter much in watching since it was all new to me at the time, but I would imagine a book fan might find the randomness of it all very distracting. 

One of the few sinful acts of the movie is the handling of the “villain”, Tris.   While she is still kind of a bitch in the book, she is nowhere near the cartoonish stereotype that she appears to be in the movie.   In fact, once you get to the meat of the story, Tris is by far one of the most complex and interesting characters introduced.  It’s sad that they had to diffuse her personality to serve the 2-dimensional needs of a stereotypical audience.


I can’t really say which the average viewer would like better.  On the one hand, the movie is cheaper and shorter. On the other hand, people should read more.



  1. The Ramones- I Wanna Be Sedated
  2. Whatcha Want & Intergalactic- The Beastie Boys
  3. Kiss Me- Sixpence None the Richer
  4. Hey There Delilah- Plain White T’s
  5. Chemical Party- Gavin DeGraw
  6. How Blue Can You Get? -BB King
  7. Drops of Jupiter- Train
  8. That Thing You Do- A New Found Glory
  9. Hello- Lionel Richie
  10. Wild Horses- Mazzy Star
  11. Doing It -LL Cool J
  12. I Want to Hold Your Hand- The Beatles
  13. Midnight Train to Georgia -Gladys Knight

Books by Their Cover 10-8


Final Crisis

Final Crisis

Darkseid invites Batman to a party at his house.  Unfortunately when Batman gets hammered, Darkseid’s dickish friends decide to write ‘Brucie is a Douche!’ on his forehead while filming it.

I’m gonna give this one a thumbs down.  Reminds me of too many bad college memories.


Final Crisis Revelations

Final Crisis Revelations

Batwoman visits her OBGYN when she begins to experience a strange burning sensation in her crotch.  “Doctor, my vagina smells like egg salad.”

Well, I’ll never eat egg-salad again, but I love the lead up with the Girls Gone Wild where Batwoman shows us her Bat boobies.



Cartoon Network Presents

Cartoon Network Presents

Uhhh… I got nothing.



DC Goes Ape

DC Goes Ape

If you’ve ever wondered what Wally West (aka THE FLASH!) thinks about when he’s on the toilet… you should probably stop that. It’s disturbing.

Apparently Wally daydreams about giant monkeys eating tiny monkey versions of his friends.  And more monkeys.  The entire issue was bananas.  (come on! you know you smiled.)




Outsiders TPB

Outsiders TPB

The Dc Universe explores what happens when George Bush gets a third term.


Action Comics

Action Comics

 Clark Kent pursues his lifelong dream of joining the New Kids on the Block.  Meanwhile Lois tries to figure out how she ended up married to such a pussy.

Superman and New Kids on the Block.  It’s like the first time someone put their chocolate inside your peanut butter.  But even gayer.



Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman



Lil Shaniquanza points out that indeed Diana ain’t got a motor in the back of her Honda.  And neither does lil’ Suzie.

Sadly my anaconda don’t want none unless it’s got buns, hun.  HATED IT!  (two snaps up)



Amazing Spider Girl 25

Amazing Spider Girl 25

Mayday Parker finds out exactly why her Dad didn’t want her going out with Flash “Boner” Thompson, Jr, while learning a valuable lesson about the value of using protection.

This was kind of a kiddie issue if you ask me.  Skip it.



Avengers Invader 5

Avengers Invader 5

The Marvel Universe discovers what happens when Lost and Family Guy come on at the same time!  The Avengers and the Invaders battle it out to see who gets control of the remote!!

I hate Family Guy, so I kinda dug that the Avengers won.  Besides, Kate is so hot!!



Marvel Zombies 3  #1

Marvel Zombies 3 #1

Jocasta discovers that Aaron Stack is indeed not carrying a nightstick in his pocket.  And he is very much happy to see her.

Well, no Fleshy Ones.  Plus, ROBOTS DOIN IT!  Totally worth it.



Moon Knight Christmas Special

Moon Knight Christmas Special

“Jingle bells, The Dark Knight smells, batman is totally gaaaaaayyyyyyyy!!!!”


See ya next week everybody!  Bye now!