No, that dude’s been away from comics for quite a while. This gem came to us from the brain of Marc Guggenheim – who tends to be hit or miss with “the point”. This one is a biiiiiig miss.
One of the many songs I have been made to listen to whether I like it or not during my time at HMV. I don’t care for the instrumentation, but the chorus, the lyrics you quoted, boasts one of the best sentiments I’ve heard in months, right up there with “Bluffin’ with my muffin” from Poker Face. Half-serious about that.
I’d say that if forced to listen to the song repeatedly, the instrumentation would probably drive me absolutely crazy – but in the frequency that it’s been hitting me, I’m fine with it.
I was actually pretty frightened about this release. If it was exactly the same as their first, I probably would’ve listened to it once, and then moved on, thinking twice before dropping cash on them again. I’m glad that they’ve pushed outwards, rather than do the same old, IMO.
The exact synopsis of Lesser Evils is this: Roan takes on the case of a missing man who doesn’t want to be found, while contemplating giving up his Human side for good. No cowboys, no AIDS. (Well, that you KNOW about …)
Oy gevalt. Seriously, if this is the best male writers can do … I don’t even know what to say. Except they’re not trying, they’re taking the easiest and most salacious way out. Oh, and they have Oedipal issues. Yeah, I said it. (Mainly to make them mad. How does it feel, you limp dicked wonders? )
It takes all the power in the world to bite my tongue when people come into the shop and tell me that Identity Crisis was the book that got them into reading DC Comics because it was so “dark” and “real” and there was rape.
You’d think I wouldn’t hear comments like that, but I have.
“I got into DC comics, because of that rape scene.”
Who’s writing this shit, Chuck Austen?
No, that dude’s been away from comics for quite a while. This gem came to us from the brain of Marc Guggenheim – who tends to be hit or miss with “the point”. This one is a biiiiiig miss.
Wow. I’ve actually mostly liked Guggenheim’s work on Amazing. This sounds way too… well, it sounds like you’re describing it.
And they wonder why so many women stay away from comics.
Stuff like this absolutely disgusts me.
One of the many songs I have been made to listen to whether I like it or not during my time at HMV. I don’t care for the instrumentation, but the chorus, the lyrics you quoted, boasts one of the best sentiments I’ve heard in months, right up there with “Bluffin’ with my muffin” from Poker Face. Half-serious about that.
I’d say that if forced to listen to the song repeatedly, the instrumentation would probably drive me absolutely crazy – but in the frequency that it’s been hitting me, I’m fine with it.
I was actually pretty frightened about this release. If it was exactly the same as their first, I probably would’ve listened to it once, and then moved on, thinking twice before dropping cash on them again. I’m glad that they’ve pushed outwards, rather than do the same old, IMO.
Hrm …
The exact synopsis of Lesser Evils is this: Roan takes on the case of a missing man who doesn’t want to be found, while contemplating giving up his Human side for good. No cowboys, no AIDS. (Well, that you KNOW about …)
Oy gevalt. Seriously, if this is the best male writers can do … I don’t even know what to say. Except they’re not trying, they’re taking the easiest and most salacious way out. Oh, and they have Oedipal issues. Yeah, I said it. (Mainly to make them mad. How does it feel, you limp dicked wonders?
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Awesome! Sorry about the wonky synopsis… and that I’m so far behind on reading (I think I’m at the fourth Infected? Yeah, yeah, I know.)
But seriously, what I have read is crazy awesome. So there’s that.
It takes all the power in the world to bite my tongue when people come into the shop and tell me that Identity Crisis was the book that got them into reading DC Comics because it was so “dark” and “real” and there was rape.
You’d think I wouldn’t hear comments like that, but I have.
“I got into DC comics, because of that rape scene.”
WTF.
The level of awesome in this dim, blurry, context-free action shot is ridiculous in and of itself. Oh lord.
For sale: small condom. Never used.
If we’re riffing on Hemingway, let’s have some fun with him.
There appears to be a race, a fire sword, and a dude in mid back flip. I mean, come on! If the shop gets preview passes to this movie, I may pass out.
@Scotto
For sale: one dildo. Never used.
Maybe.
(Motherfuck, I had forgotten about that Hemingway story. Thank God I didn’t go for shoes.)
For sale: Croatian Mail-Order Bride. Lightly used.
For sale: severed penis. Never used.
For sale: Fresh placenta. Not from concentrate.
For sale: daughter’s virtue. Intact for now.
For sale: dirty jokes. While quantities last.
I’m out.
Me too. We needed Andrea in here, this might’ve gone on for longer.
By “fountain” do they really just mean orange soda?
Not listed: the salad bar filled with watermelon.
Yeesh…