Post-Celebration Congregation

Man, where did all these cobwebs come from?  I guess it has something to do with the holidays, a random illness, a much-anticipated game release and whatever other pitiful excuse I can locate in the dusty offices here at Doodlepunks.  We are back though, so make no mistake, your pointless and frivolous comic needs will be fulfilled on a more regularly based schedule.

How do I wrap up the past two weeks in a nutshell?  Let's just go with Holiday Cheer.  Especially this past weekend, we visited the local cinema not once, not twice but thrice to catch all the movies that we were interested in seeing.  Because I know that every visitor here demands my expert movie criticisms, I'll give you the bulletpoints: Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol was surprisingly entertaining and I would rank it as second-best, right behind the original; Sherlock Holmes: A Game Of Shadows was a worthy follow-up to a hopeful trilogy of interestingly tweaked classic characters; The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo was a long undertaking but well worth the effort with a captivating story and strong pacing to keep you from getting fidgety in those seats.

Whew, I'm glad that's over with.  Enjoy this week if you're lucky enough to have additional time off.  You'll need that extra energy for the parties coming up this next weekend!  Take a deep breath folks, we'll get through  this together.

Punch it, Chewie!

Anti-Climax!

Our diabolical villain to this tale seems to be fairly unfazed by the being forced to face his sins.  The reveal conversation was understandably my favorite part of the show for all the old Sherlock Holmes movies I used to watch on TV.  The only problem is that I got to stay up later than normal to watch them, making me that much more likely to fall asleep before finding out what in the world was going on.  The few times that I was able to pry my eyelids open wide enough to keep the plot straight, at the end of it there was no way any person could have solved the mystery with the clues provided.  Sherlock Holmes may be awesome, but the dude plays the cards a bit closer to the chest than I prefer.  I mean, he doesn't even like to let people know who he's leaning towards until Inspector Lestrade is there to clap the scoundrel in irons.

Going deeper into my detective rant, the Sherlock Holmes sequel hits theaters in time for the holidays, and I have mixed feelings.  While I loved the first movie, bromance and shirtless fight scenes and all, I'm having a hard time getting excited for the story.  They played the first movie so well by keeping the villain from revealing how or even if he was the one behind all the happenings around London.  From the commercials and trailers, and I know how they don't really indicate a movie more often than not, it seems as if Sherlock's going right for Moriarty in an even larger, more adventurous fashion.  I guess I'm just hoping that the same air of mystery isn't removed with all the witty banter and cross-dressing.

Another week's almost bit the dust and we're all left standing.  Huzzah for us.

Punch it, Chewie!

Curiouser and Curiouser

Apparently in the story, our protagonist's wife is following the first rule of detective work: follow the money.  If any monster crimes were to be perpetrated against me in my real life, I can be sure that the person who would figure out the beast's weakness would be my wife.  When she has a nugget of an interest in something, she can run that down until she knows everything about it, serious research skills from her previous life overachieving her way through school.

The Manor has succumbed to an illness we had trouble with a few years ago: we're completely back into the show How I Met Your Mother.  Since it's available to stream on Netflix we picked right back up where we left off, which was apparently half a season before all the female characters on the show got pregnant.  Now we're expert baby spotters, seeing how carrying a box covers a belly or suddenly a character is "angry" and won't hang out with the group for a few weeks (read: maternity leave).  It's still an awesome show with some pretty good writing, but what keeps us coming back for more is how goofy they can get without crossing that line into Scrubs territory (shudder).

Alright, nose to the grindstone, keep up the good work and all that.  Catch you again later this week.

Punch it, Chewie!

When Nerds Collide!

For those who follow this little internet fiefdom, you'll know that I collect/adore comic books.  I've been collecting for probably over 20 years though not with any kind of serious intentions.  Most of my collection would be described as a step below near mint, so a few notches off that price that everyone thinks they're worth.

My recent invigoration with collecting comics came at the perfect time to get back into it with a few friends.  This is also a weird situation for me since comic books have been a solo passion; all my knowledge and love for comic books was bottled up because there was no one to discuss them with.  That's now changed, and it's shown me a whole new level of nerd I didn't know I had.  The current project is depicted above, a digital catalog where we can keep track of what we have and what we've read.  There are programs that could assist us in this, but we take our nerd seriously; we're building our own.

I tried out the shooter game Brink because it's free-to-play on Steam this weekend, and I was less than impressed.  The game crashed several times just on the menu screen, and the in-game lag left me confused as to what movements I was making on my own using their "smart movement" system (a Parkour-style way of moving around the environment).  I followed this game in development somewhere around a year ago and I was very excited for it to come out.  Now having played it, I'm only reminded of how many games I've waited for and been excited by features in the magazines or demos, but that fall completely flat when you get your hands on it completely.  One would think I'd learn to lower my expectations, but that's a fight for a different day.

Punch it, Chewie!

Get the Glitter!

If ever there was proof of a higher power, our ability to create useless arts and crafts should be it.  It's astounding the amount of lifeforms and objects that can be created with a few scrap blocks of wood or some cardboard and glitter or magazines and scissors.  This is prime-time craft time for all of you out there with younglings, too.

Commercialism kicked off a few days early this year, as the "midnight sales" for Black Friday were being advertised much earlier, and later, than the 12:01am deadline.  I do hope that people are able to spend enough to make the season special for any family members that aren't up on the secret of the North Pole.  Meager though they may be, our offerings to the youth of our cabal are most likely going to end up being our only priority this year.  I don't believe I'll be buying many toys for myself this year, and that's not because of the age factor (though it probably should be).  I'm just developing this unhealthy urge to want to do things for the matriarch and true ruler of the Manor, but maybe I'll fight it and get myself a Lego set or that Captain America shield I've had my eye on.

Either way, it's shaping up to be a relaxing, family-focused holiday.  With turkey and stuffing barely out of our systems, we already begin to crave the next holiday feast.  Join me in waiting for some more nation-wide time off and general cheer.

Punch it, Chewie!

Putting the Pieces Together

Our action-packed finale is right around the bend! So many unanswered questions! So many unasked questions too! To find out what happens, you'll have to tune back in for our next installment, same Bat-time, same Bat-channel!

Mixed emotions writing that last bit, since the old Batman TV show sign-off was something I could recite along with the announcer, but it meant that I had to wait until tomorrow to find out how Batman and Robin could get away from the killer sparrows or exploding birthday gifts or whatever kooky things they were wrapped up in.  I did always come back though, so you could make the argument that putting that hook at the end worked like a charm.

We had the opportunity to catch Cowboys and Aliens in the theater wing of the Manor this past weekend, and a good time was had by all.  Honestly, mashing the genres seemed to work in this case.  Granted, you have the typical action/adventure movie side-stories that are all introduced and realized within a few scenes of each other, but I appreciated how they handled the story for how wacky and out there it ended up being.  It all begins with the (mostly) standard cowboy stereotypes, ending in a standoff between the town's biggest rancher and the Sheriff for the rancher's son to be returned.  It's at this point that we say goodbye to standard cowboy fare (again, mostly).  Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford were both pretty solid, I'd make it a solid recommend for fans of the adventure realm.

Anyway, enjoy the holiday, be safe, have a hearty appetite if you are able and we'll meet again further down the trail.

Punch it, Chewie!

Excel? More like Mediocre.

Filler/quick/cheap comic tonight.  Staring at the same little lines keeping numbers and text all in their little places has gummed the works upstairs.  I'll be taking the remainder of the evening to let the poor guy shut down and play some video games or catch up on a few shows.

Apologies to the crowd expecting for another exciting installment of the epic poem I've been weaving the past few weeks, but we'll all make it through to see it continued in my next posting.

Punch it, Chewie!

The Furry Blue Line

Yes, I know that our intrepid hero has been transformed into a Weremunk, not a Wereirrel or whatever a Squirrel would turn someone into.  It wouldn't make nearly as much sense to reference the CVU or the CPD, so you'll have to suspend your belief with my talking-cat, weremunk-infested, ridiculous offerings.

The holiday season is upon us, like the fifth unnamed rider of the apocalypse, bringing capitalism and commercial infection to everything it touches.  That being said, I'm hoping to get my shopping done sooner rather than later.  It would be awesome to not have that hanging over my head at the last minute, and free up whatever spare cash the servants would find here at the Manor to be put towards things that I want.

Speaking of things I wanted, if you read my blogs you'll know I had the chance to play Star Wars: The Old Republic this past weekend prior to actually purchasing it.  I felt a bit underwhelmed with the experience, but the majority of that was due to technical issues with conversations and battles lagging.  The stories themselves and the mechanics of the game all seemed to be well worth the wait.  Hopefully EA and Bioware are taking notes based on the input from their beta testers and correct the issues prior to the actual launch one month from today.  I'm amped up to be able to fly around the galaxy I've spent so much time reading and playing games in, and soon I'll be able to shout my signoff phrase at my actual companion characters.

Punch it, Chewie!

This Will Make The Watercooler Interesting Today

What do you do when you have to try and get back to a normal life after something wacky and weird happens to you?  I know that in movies, the characters seem to fall into one of two camps: they either grab onto their old life and act as if they're still the same person, or they completely abandon everything for their new powers, curse, what-have-you.

Tonight's comic comes somewhere from the former of those two scenarios, hoping that people don't care enough on a Monday that they wouldn't even notice.

Not much else to blog about tonight, work's been a little nuts-o and to relax I've really just been watching Lie To Me or Castle and playing DC Universe Online.  When life happens to me again, you'll be the first to know about it, regardless of your care factor.

Punch it, Chewie!

A Very Veteran Vet

We bring you yet another installment of ... whatever this is.  If you're having trouble understanding what on earth is going on, just take a quick minute to read the previous handful of comics.  They're not lengthy by design so catching up is super easy.

I received an email I've been waiting almost a year for; I'll be a beta tester for Star Wars The Old Republic before it's official release.  It's awesome that I'll get the chance to walk around a bit and check it out, but either way I'll have access to the game again in roughly a month from now.  Having the chance to take a test drive will also be helpful because there will still be time to cancel the pre-order if things are not up to par.  Before too long, I'll be tooling around the fake galaxy with my fake Han Solo, beating up fake enemies for fake prizes.

Old man alert: I'm about to say something that is increasingly stated the more advanced one's age becomes.  Man, time's really flying by, right?  It's almost Thanksgiving when it seems it was the middle of summer not long ago at all.  Alright that's enough of that, shake it off.

Punch it, Chewie!

Tales of the Weremunk!

Aghast! Shock! The Horror! It's a were...munk.  Our heroes will have to find some way to stop this adorable transformation, or I'm sure there will be some kind of consequence.

We're nearing the apex of our first actual story here, folks.  I'm hoping that you're all digging a somewhat continuous, if not frenetic, thought.

I'm anxious to try out DC Online as I've learned it's free to play now.  They've reporting some 200,000 new accounts created since Tuesday (when they made the change) which is insane.  I know the game was snazzy when I checked out the beta and I'm all about playing super hero dress-up.

Also of note: we're about to celebrate something very important this weekend.  The Lady that keeps the Manor running will be commemorating the day she graced the Earth with her presence, and the task falls to us to show her how much we appreciate that.  Fingers crossed and party hats on.

Punch it, Chewie!

Tiny Teeth of Fury!

Getting back to the story, we see that small creatures can themselves still be ferocious in their own, adorable little ways.  I'd like to say this is where the story's about to really get going but we'll see how I do.

This may be the week that does it.  If things progress, I could mow the lawn and shovel the snow from my driveway in the same week.  More news on this exciting story as it develops.

Also in the news is the awesome that is Sons of Anarchy.  The new episode is actually about to air but I won't watch it live because I hate commercials that much.  Yes, I realize that without the views advertisers won't want to put their commercials on the show.  Yes, I realize that if enough people did that the show could go off the air.  However, my deep-seeded anger towards consumer manipulation runs that deep.

Way to end on an up note, eh?

Punch it, Chewie!

Give Me Something Good To Eat!

Halloween reared it's head in our neighborhood this evening.  Surprisingly very few children trudged up the lane to the Manor, but that just means all the candy purchased can go where it truly belongs: me.  It's not like I was completely without a costume.  My Guy Fawkes mask terrified my niece in an unintentional Burger King kind of way, so it counts.

Speaking of spooky, the strange posting schedule this week was largely due to a Gettysburg trip.  No matter how hard she tried, the real Head of Household couldn't convince me to go on a candlelight ghost hunt. I did, however, see a two hour long Halloween parade through their main street, complete with kickoff troubles due to a drunk driver needing to be arrested before they could proceed.  Luckily no one was hurt.  If they were injured, what looked to be an authentic Ghostbuster car (ECTO-1 to my nerds) could have rushed them to the nearest hospital.

Helping me through the boredom of waiting for trick-or-treaters this evening were the stack of comics I picked up, finally getting a second run of Batman #1 and it seems to be well worth the wait.  It's just very good to get back into collecting, now I'll need to start planning long-term storage...

Punch it, Chewie!

Ominousity

I blame Batman for being too awesome.  This is how every piece of writing should begin, but it actually applies in this case.  Arkham City has been so awesome that it, coupled with a stressful week of work, completely derailed the last posting.  My sense of duty and larger sense of guilt will prompt me to make good, so just stick with me.

I'll keep the blog part brief tonight because in my other posts this week I'll hopefully have much more to say and I don't want to overload.  I know that these completely salient paragraphs are what keep my dozen of fans (attendees) coming back for more so it pains me to deprive but that's just the sort of tough love you all need.

Enjoy the week, candy day is coming!

Punch it, Chewie!

Noise Pollution

I wonder how many rooms you can fit into a cat-sized tent?  Considering this one walks on two legs it's probably a bit more cramped in that canvas palace, but I'm betting the wonders of Ikea could be applied to the problem.

I'm posting earlier than usual because I'm having a very Batman-filled evening.  I just finished watching Batman: Under the Red Hood on Netflix and was very impressed with how they kept up pacing and story on something largely out of what you would consider his canon.  The fight sequences were very well done for a cartoon, but I did have a small issue.  To keep the ratings more kid-friendly even fighting cartoons will lessen the degree of damage that takes place to heroes, but this means that a guy can give and take 20 punches with no blood or wear and tear seeming to be evident.  Small gripe, but there it is.

I'm about to go and play Batman: Arkham City.  It has been reviewed incredibly well, reportedly topping what Arkham Asylum did.  I'll say this; I loved Arkham Asylum so my expectations are very high at the moment.  I'll most likely provide some idea of how I'm feeling later this week.

Enjoy the comic, enjoy your evening, and gosh darn it, enjoy each other.

Punch it, Chewie!

Preparation Is The Step-Child Of Comfort

Second installment of the same thought tonight and I'm starting to sweat, this is like marathon running!  Not really, just more like moving in slow motion since I'm used to hit-and-run ideas.  Moving through an overarching idea with little hits throughout can only be good for us here at Doodlepunks in the long run.

In the background right now I'm playing the Rush documentary and it's so good.  Beyond the Lighted Stage is exciting and really brings you in.  I think the first time I saw this I had Rush playing for a week or so straight exclusively.  Not all of their stuff is for me, but growing up Rush was always playing on the rock stations.  The only other rock doc that stacks up in my opinion is Metallica's Some Kind of Monster.  They both force you to look at these mythical rockers and sometimes seeing the warts and blemishes can be uncomfortable but you just can't look away from it.

Alright, let's hope this wet weather pushes through and we can enjoy what little is left of our Fall because I'm sure in a week we'll be neck-deep in snow and ice.  With that thought, I take my leave.

Punch it, Chewie!

We Join Our Adventurers...

Now I believe we're going to start a more formal series .  Let's at least try it, I can tell your mouses (mice?) moving towards the "X" in the corner to finally rid yourself of my horrible musings, but wait.  If you hang in there for a few weeks, I think it will be worth the ride.  I wanted to tell stories when I started this, and one-shots aren't going to do that for me, or for you.

In other news. Oh. My. Nerd.  The Avengers trailer got posted earlier and it looks so great! I've already watched it a few times, but I won't dissect it.  There's a whole lot they can do with this franchise, but only if they treat it with respect and avoid going super comic-y.  From what I've seen so far, they've been following the awesome example that Batman laid out by staying as close to reality as possible while still having flying gods and armored billionaires.  Follow the link below for goodness!

Avengers Assemble!

I've also got some other stuff brewing, but let's leave you all in a state of anticipation.

Punch it, Chewie!

Days Late, Dollars Short

My penchant for comedy often leads to my terrible attempts at recreating the humor for others, something I'm pretty sure we're all guilty of.  Anyways, way more frequently than not, I end up butchering someone's well-crafted ideas and distorting their original (to me) premises.  Comedy comes in a lot of flavors, but you can still screw it up when trying it at home.

Monopoly Back.  That's what greeted me on the McDonald's sign when I went for my Angus Deluxe and McNugget fix.  I get that people there are most likely underpaid for the amount and type of work they do.  I also understand that the median age of employees at fast food restaurants trends down near the teens.  C'mon though, you can't tell me there wasn't a single "I" or "S" in their box of letters, or even a little baby " ' ".  Monopoly Back really raises more questions than answers them for me, and frankly just distracts from creating a larger order to fill my tummy.

I also found an interesting article a few days ago and wanted to give you all the opportunity to go "huh" along with me.  People Who Doodle Learn Faster is the topic in question, and seemed to make a lot of sense to me.  If a student is engaged in the material enough to daydream about it, that stuff goes so much deeper into your brain than robotically scribbling notes that you'll forget most of after you take the test.  At least that's my experience, so take a few shaker's full of salt with it.

Punch it, Chewie!

Nature's Deadly Ambassador

Seriously, how cute are pandas!?  I mean, you have to forget the fact that they're bears.  You know, bears? The animals that can run faster than you, weigh a few hundred more pounds than you and like playing with their food before they maul it?

In the animal kingdom though, fewer have risen to the ranks of super-stardom that the panda bears have.  Only lions and tigers would I put on that list, above bears. Oh my.

I don't have much in the way of new recommendations for this post.  This is due not only to having been the host of a little get-together but also because I haven't been consuming new media the past few days.

That being said, I can remind you all how awesome the Die Hard series is.  I just re-watched Die Hard: With a Vengeance and I still love that movie.  Jeremy Irons is a really good villain and I think he played the role pretty dynamically.  John McClane leaves something to be desired, but if you remember he was supposed to be hung over then he was doing pretty well.  The best in the series absolutely has to be the original for its originality at the time.  Samuel L. Jackson's Zeus sidekick was also a welcome addition, but I don't feel he was completely necessary.

Anyways, that'll do it for tonight.  As always, keep your heads down and I'll catch you again in a few days.

Punch it, Chewie!

It's All In The Eyes

The longer I gaze at it, the creepier it gets.  Back to a true doodle this week folks as it has been hellish making it this far.  Thursdays are the day where you feel the workweek pain the most, but thankfully Friday is right there to make it all better.

I bet you can't beat me in the staring contest.  Just try.

I completely forgot, guys! The new show, Avata- I mean Terra Nova was on earlier this week with a special two-hour first episode and we here at the Manor were able to catch it.  I found myself interested but at the same time cringing from time to time at the action/adventure show stereotypes being bandied about.  That being said there are a lot of redeeming qualities about this show, and I'm willing to give it more of a shot than NBC typically does.

There's not much time left to prepare for the manliest nerd activity this side of the Mississippi.  The East Wing of the Estate is being prepared for a day full of guests playing Magic: The Gathering and watching NFL football.  I'm hoping that the vast difference between the two will start a chain reaction of causality and rip the space-time continuum in two.

Hopefully you guys have something to look forward to as well.  If not, find something to enjoy and I'll see you on the other side of it.

Punch it, Chewie!

What Do You Call Babysitting A Cat?

If there's a nook, she can find it.  If there's a cranny, she's already been there.  Once the opportunity has been presented, it is a guarantee that my cat will get into wherever she darn well pleases.  It has been on numerous occasions where a drawer will be partly open and I will go to close it.  I'll be met with resistance and hear a quiet meow from inside.

Luckily I'm prepared for this, because this is not the first time my cat has gotten behind the drawer.  That's right, she got in the drawer by pulling it open, but that wasn't enough.  The endgame was to sit behind the drawer in what can not be a comfortable position.  There is insanity, and there is chaos.  I believe she's a student of the latter.

I got my hands on the New 52!  I have to find Batman, but otherwise Green Lantern and the Justice League were both good titles.  I also picked up the new Captain America series, and it's looking to bring Steve Rogers back the right way, dealing with enemies from the past and bringing up the 'man out of his own time' plots again.

Anyways, have a good one and we'll meet back here in a few days!

Punch it, Chewie!

Corporate Exploration!

Tonight we bring yet another installment of my obsession with the idea of being in Outer Space.  With the current trend of privatizing ... everything, and with companies building luxury upper-atmosphere jets, it's only a matter of time before those contracts extend further outward.

Don't get me wrong, the money that corporations would use to fund these kinds of operations spends just as well as anyone else's, but my dislike is the inherent catch involved.  Ultimately the crew would either be in McDonald's space suits or filming commercials for Mentos millions of miles from Earth.  Not that there isn't already a certain amount of sponsorship involved with getting parts and pieces into space.  Just look at all the technology we buy late at night on QVC just because "it can write upside down" or "it will keep you warm in zero degrees."  There's a certain amount of distance between the two that allows me to be ignorant, and I'd enjoy having that bliss back.

Gaming news: I was able to play League of Legends: Dominion this afternoon!  There's some sort of 'limited beta', limited to the population of the earth, and I must say that I enjoyed the game.  The fast-paced, high kill-count game still pits two teams of five against one another, only in a capture-and-hold tower game, the team holding the majority taking life from the enemy team's base until it's completely gone and declare you victorious.  It should be just interesting enough to keep the Epoch Gaming boys playing until Guild Wars 2 drops onto the scene and steals a few weekends of our collective lives.

Enjoy the weekend, stay safe and make sure not to spam your spells.

Punch it, Chewie!

Crankin' Em Out

Luckily there are people other than me working for the big comic book companies, otherwise something similar to what's pictured to the left might occur in order to get the books done in time.  Seriously, these artists and writers have to keep up with an inhuman amount of work, and pressure from the rabid ubergeeks to do it in original yet canonical ways.

Seriously, I don't know how there isn't a Post-It Notes sponsored comic where everything fits in a 3x3 square and the hero just wins with one punch. Or is that Superman?

We've been watching a large amount of the show Eureka lately.  It pits the 'average joe' character as sheriff in a Mayberry-esque town, that just happens to be populated by the world's smartest scientists working at a government lab.  You can only imagine the time-bending gadgetry that ensues, and my Silent Partner brought up a good point.  In this town of geniuses, they always seem to find a way to not only make fun of the 'normal' sheriff for not knowing everything they do, but he also has to clean it all up when it blows up or spawns a dinosaur or whatever!  Someday I'm sure that'll be addressed, because the show seems to surprise you as it will constantly say what I'm thinking or wondering about.  Lots of fun.

Alright, I'll see you all later down the road.  Short update I know, and half-hearted comic, but done on purpose.

Punch it, Chewie!

It's The Most Confusing Time Of The Year

Good (insert correct time greeting) to you all!  Tonight's comic comes sponsored by the Weather Channel. The Weather Channel: there to help when you have nothing else to talk about with your coworkers.

I'm going to put a few different recommendations in tonight's blog.  What helps me get through my day are comedy podcasts.  If they're not just making me laugh, they're talking to people, being a nerd, that I'm interested in.  I'll describe a few for you.

Doug Loves Movies: Doug Benson, famous for his love of pot and strong comedy, runs a movie trivia game with celebrities and comedians.  It's an interesting game in itself, but the guests he's able to convince to play are awesome.  Comedy Bang Bang: Scott Aukerman runs this as a pseudo radio show where the interview usually gives way to long-form improv conversations.  WMMR's Preston and Steve: Preston and Steve is a morning show based in Philadelphia, and they record and post their entire morning show as a podcast daily.  That's right, daily.  Once you listen to a few you'll start to understand why I'm hooked on this show.  Their conversations vary from interesting to bizarre and obscure and all the way back to hilarious.  Not your typical wacky zoo crew morning show, they know what they're doing and this podcast is amazing for traveling or long work sessions.

Alright that should just about do it.  Enjoy the weekend, good luck in all your Fantasy leagues unless you're playing against me, and I'll check back in with you all next time.

Punch it, Chewie!

Home Wizardry Kits

Being a homeowner, you have to start to think about property and your possessions in a different way.  Apartments are great for the low upkeep and inherent community that they can foster, but on the other side of that coin you're pressed right on top of all your neighbors and space is very limited.  One of the mental hurdles is beginning to think of securing your domicile, which I'm sure goes back all the way to caves and lenient hygiene practices.  In modern practice, if I could grow or purchase magical powers it is clear that I would never have to worry for the safety of me and mine.

The delinquent Mother Nature saw fit to let the displaced friends we know return to their homes without too large of an inconvenience even with the proximity to the river, in its attempt to move everything in their basements.  We here at the Manor were more than glad to have been able to use the East Wing to house them in their moments of need and are glad that nearly everyone we know has normalized after a very odd week.

Recently we got the chance to see the movie Hanna, regarding the homicidal youth with no social skills.  I wasn't expecting it to be nearly so... European in its tone.  Marketing definitely made it seem to be more of an action thriller, and the case can be made that it was but it didn't have that Hollywood taste to it.  Realizing that criticizing it as not being Western is not a fantastic argument, all I can really put my finger on is that it left me feeling disappointed for the majority of the picture.

It feel great to get back into the swing of things.  Here's to a dry(er) Autumn!

Punch it, Chewie!

Rain Delay

So for the first time since February I have to postpone my comic.  After rain poured down for several days, the nearby river decided that it would be awesome to flood.  The city then needs to be evacuated, so the Manor turns into a Bed & Breakfast, minus the monetary gain. 

We're more than happy to do it, but the needs of the many outweigh the needs of my few subscribers.  That being said, I'll be posting a brand spanking new comic hopefully tomorrow.

Stay tuned, stay dry, stay safe.  My thoughts are with you all.

Punch it, Chewie!

Waking Up With Chemicals

Lately I've had the pleasure of seeing more energy drink commercials.  Being the snake-oil salesmen of modern times, they push this stuff on you like you wouldn't be able to tie your shoes without it.

Not only do these ads keep the actual science to what they do smoke and mirrors, they usually spend most of their time comparing their product against the other poison being marketed around.  No offense meant to those who subscribe to their effectiveness, I just don't like frying my nerves to get through a normal day.

Keeping this post short and sweet (but not enough to give you that energy drink crash) so that I can relax a bit before a long day tomorrow.  Hopefully I won't have to become the world's largest hypocrite and slam one of these little fiends to make it through, right?

Punch it, Chewie!

All I See Is Plaid

I like being one of the first to find something, be it music, movies, games, whatever.  What I have a hard time with is understanding the hipster mentality.  They, or the stereotypes we have to work from, seem to want to be there first but keep it secret.  How they think the things they love will stick around without widespread support we'll never know.

The real joke of it is that now being a hipster is mainstream.  So in effect they hate themselves to the point of negating all of their initial arguments.  It's a sweet poetry that makes me laugh as I share my favorite things with whoever will listen.

Also on the docket is making sure that people are prepped for the long weekend.  You're going to want to do some stretching, light calisthenics and maybe even resistance training to get ready for all the relaxing in store.  We here at the Ranch have a project or two but largely hope to just kick back and enjoy that extra day before craziness ensues full force.

I've heard Hulk Hogan often say "Be cool and eat fruit."  So do that for him.

Punch it, Chewie!

The Franklin Hypothesis

So the second round of apocalyptic events came through this past week.  Instead of fake prophecy this most recent rash came in the form of natural "disasters." With the earthquake hitting the capital followed quickly by Hurricane Irene, it was a memorable week.  So I'm not confused as insensitive to the people that were deeply affected by the recent storms, be it power outages, flooding or even with loss of loved ones, that is not the case.  I'm merely looking at the situation from my own point of view, which was thankfully unaffected by Mother Nature's hissy fit.

If it were more serious here I imagine I'd resort to something along the lines of the image posted here tonight.  Seriously, I'd have a hard time without constant internet and video streaming access.  First World Problems, right?

Again, several years late, I found a show that I highly recommend the rest of you all try.  We've been watching Breaking Bad from its beginning here at the Manor, and I can understand why Bryan Cranston won so many awards for it.  Both main characters are equal parts repulsive and lovable without finding themselves falling into familiar stereotypes.  AMC's done a good job lately of picking the right projects, or maybe it's something about letting the projects do a bit more of what they would like.  It's hard to tell.

Either way, enjoy this week and the long weekend approaching no matter what your plans, or lack thereof, may be.

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Power Leveling!

Taking the old adage I've heard from those with more smarts that I do, I try to make myself mostly presentable when it's time to get stuff done.  That being said, imagine going to your office and seeing people dressed as racecar drivers, artists, athletes, etc.  It made me think for a second how I would dress myself into a new career path, and before the thought even finished forming I knew it would go down exactly as it appears to your left.

Luckily, I don't own a bullwhip or the other various pieces that would make a killer likeness.  If I was in possession, you can bet that I would spend minutes every morning staring at them fighting not to head into the world making a fool of myself.  Or who knows, maybe the gear is all that's keeping me from finding artifacts and evil Nazis trying to get their hands on them before me.

This week went by at lightspeed, and I'm grateful for that.  Keeping up that pace would not be appreciated come the weekend though, so fingers crossed we can kick our collective feet up and enjoy the peace for however long we can grab it.  Take care of yourselves, I won't be able to until I grow those superpowers I sent away for.

Punch it, Chewie!

The Dark Supervisor

Batman is timeless. He's the eternal struggle against evil and dance that must be played to avoid becoming what you hate most. And then it started.

It came along innocently enough.  Robin, grief-stricken over the loss of this family joined the fold.  Then Bat-Girl, and Huntress, then Robin became Nightwing so we needed another Robin.  Catwoman became a buddy and showed up to help once in awhile.

It all just added up to Batman in charge of his own little crew instead of out wrestling with his demons on his own.  I understand that the "mirror" of well-adjusted heroes can be helpful in showing how much of a loner he is, but it also does him a disservice.  With all the voices in his head, Batman doesn't have the chance to brood and run things down as much without angering his little brat pack.  I think his reboot should remove most of his sidekicks and bring him back to the shining example in the dark. /Batman rant

Recently watched all of the Mad Max movies.  It's a shame they turned him into a repetitive loner who was continually drawn into social situations.  For what they were, the entertainment value was still high.  I would recommend checking out The Road Warrior at least.  I wasn't a huge fan of Beyond Thunderdome, with or without Tina Turner.

Alright, let's keep our heads down and just push our way through this week.

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Based On Imaginary Reality

If I ever built a treehouse, it would be with the proper load-bearing materials to support myself and whatever I wanted to bring up there.  Kids would only possibly be allowed, so I'm grateful I don't have any.

On another note, I was convinced to put a small fireplace in the background of the imaginary treehouse.  I tried to argue that it doesn't make sense for a fireplace to be lit inside a wooden structure, sitting in a tree.  As you can see, I am unable to stick to my guns.

For one reason or another I got nostalgic remembering a few funny Ryan Dunn moments from the Viva la Bam show, so of course now I'm sucked into watching the entire thing, mindless as it may be.  What I find to be the most sad is that I'm not sure Bam was playing a character for his fake reality show and he really does have that level of d-baggery in him to the core.  Dunn was always my favorite of those guys so it's terrible he's done but from what we've seen it's amazing that he was the first to go from the Jackass crew.

Another weekend looms ahead! Only this looming is different from the normal looming because it's neither menacing nor making some kind of quilt.  Enjoy it and we'll see you around the bend.

Punch it, Chewie!

Mutant Weightlifter

So what happens when you pack a few hundred pounds of metal onto the human skeleton?  Well for a normal person I'd like to think the image to the left would be a decent start.

To up the nerd just a bit, it does make sense that Wolverine is fine with lifting his claws and skeleton constantly because of his mutant healing factor which would help him break down and rebuild his muscle tissue extremely quickly.

Watch Falling Skies.  I recommend it for some good entertainment if you haven't already checked it out.  The production value isn't that bad for this kind of a show and the aliens and humans running around are pretty interesting.  We're about to wrap up the first season here at the Manor and I'm excited to see how it all ends up.

I'll be keeping tonight fairly short.  Summer may be nearing it's end but Fall's right around the corner with all it's hoodie goodness.

Punch it, Chewie!

It's Only A Mistake If You Admit It

It was a close one, folks.  The nightmarish images depicted tonight very nearly became my reality last week.  Thankfully the area affected was blend-able as we call it in the biz.  It's been awhile since a mishap was made with hair cuttery, mostly due to the fact that I haven't gone to an actual barber in nearly a decade.  College monetary woes turned into practical habits and I  can't see myself going back to the chair and blue Barbasol-coated combs anytime soon.

Swordfish was on the tele last night and it is an enjoyable if not mindless flick.  Hugh Jackman himself looks much younger without his Wolverine scruff and I find myself just rooting for the guy in whatever movie he's in, even if he's being a jerk a la The Prestige.  Since I have this forum it should also be made clear that, while he did an awesome job at the character, he is just simply too tall to be a good Wolverine.  The runt's supposed to be smaller and thus scrappier than that, but his commitment to the character gives him a pass.

I've also got a new trick for all homeowners out there.  Having a hard time with wet/clumpy grass?  If you have separation between front and back yards and you've been slacking and/or away a lot lately, just mow your front yard and it buys you a few more days neighborhood-guilt-free. We here at the Ranch work smarter, not harder.

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In Space No One Can Hear Your Boredom

What if a hipster was launched into orbit?  I think that what you see to the left might be very possible.  It's too bad that the space shuttles aren't going to be shooting into space anymore.  It's probably even worse that government contracts are going to start going to corporate entities to fuel our skyward momentum as a species.

I've always wanted to fly into space, even though I know it wouldn't work out even if both the technology and the vast amount of money I would need all magically appeared before me.  I have mild travel anxiety for a three-hour trip from a fairly traumatic (read: not really that bad) experience several years ago that my gut's been working it's way back from.  I can only imagine the negative progress I'd make if I strapped a few million pounds of liquid oxygen to my butt and hit the button.

If you're into gaming, step 1 is to check out League of Legends.  Step 2 is to hang around for a month or so because a new map and what looks to be a pretty fun new game mode will be dropping for public consumption. The game has to rank at the top for free-to-play games from the community I've been able to tag along with.  Good times were had by a few.

Hopefully you're doing well, and if inclined you can let me know how you're doing or how you think I'm doing here by dropping a comment below.

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Under The Sea!

On one of our miniature vacations, we spotted a few jellyfish and that got me, of course, wondering about how they all got made.  I sure didn't see many features that would attract a potential mate in those creepy little suckers hanging out just under the surface.  Since I'm not about to actually research something I don't know, we of course end up with something close to what you see to the left.

We were able to catch the movie Hall Pass recently, and even though I like Jason Sudeikis it just wasn't enough to make it an enjoyable experience.  The dorkiness factor of Owen Wilson and Sudeikis was over-exaggerated to the point of ridiculous.  To top it all off, the whole premise of 'the only reason you'll appreciate your marriage is if you try to break out of it' was not something I'd want to put in the American public's subconscious.  Ick.

Well, that should just about do it.  With no really appealing releases coming out in the next few weeks I'll be forced to see if there's anything juicy I've overlooked on Netflix.  Everyone enjoy your weekend, there's not many left in the pre-school summer!

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Industrious And Cute As A Button

They are by no means as handy with construction equipment as the comic tonight suggests, but there's a family of rabbits that have moved into our backyard where a garden used to be.  It's fine with me, I'm not doing anything with the space they're living in I just hoped to get a sub-let deal out of them before they really settle down and start that huge family I'm afraid is coming.

There's not a good segue from that topic to this, so I'm using the classic bait-and-switch where I discuss it while actually providing one.

DC Comics is going to be throwing their entire universe upside down this August by restarting or rebooting virtually every title they carry.  The company will have 52 #1's all premiering in a few weeks, but unlike the Marvel Ultimate Universe won't exist at the same time as the current storylines.  Marvel itself has been a monster lately, dominating both their native print media and the big screen and TV.  DC needed to shake things up and I'm really interested to see how it goes.  I've never been a huge DC follower but between Batman and Green Lantern I'm down to give it a fair chance.

Short update, other nerdly matters await.

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Untitled Is Still A Title

Doodlepunks world record!  Due to my possibly unstable need to stick to a Tuesday/Thursday posting schedule you have tonight's comic.

I'm also racing the clock because my computer has started doing this really cute thing when it gets overheated; the screen goes black and my speakers shout the worst noise ever made at me until I do a hard reset.  Replacement parts incoming.

We here at the Estate started watching the new season of True Blood, and I had some feedback on my feedback. "You're ruining it for me, please stop being so negative."  My negativity evaporated soon thereafter, but I was really unhappy due to the opening scene being in Fairy-land and annoying, until the scene made it's turn.  Five minutes were five too many of that, though.  I did appreciate where they took it and overall the tone of the show is right in that sweet spot between entertaining and dark.

Keeping it short tonight, because it's only fair to not force too many of my words in through your eyeballs.

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Guess What I Want For Christmas

I'm so glad Marvel got to the point in the world-domineering marketing plan that I could see Captain America on the big screen.  I love the character and everything Steve Rogers stands for, and they portrayed him very well.  I didn't even mind the ex-Torch Chris Evans as Cap, he ended up being great for it.

Since seeing it on the big screen, I now can't wait to have it for the small screen.  The one where teen-aged projectionists don't take a nap or play on their iPhone so much they don't notice the 3d movie is out of focus for the entire theater.  I had a headache and my wife got a migraine.  You're not doing a great job of convincing me not to pirate media, movie theater.

Over the weekend we watched The Beast on Netflix and we both ended up really enjoying the show.  It had a dark tone like The Shield, one of our favorite shows.  Patrick Swayze was obviously not doing too well throughout the season though.  It was clear every time he walked and his head shook like a bobble-head or in the later episodes where he was stationary or his action did not require him to move.  Felt a little FDR to us, but he still delivered his lines through it and made you forget about his illness frequently.

Probably the last time we'll get the chance to check out the Atlantic this summer's rapidly approaching, and I'm looking forward to the hopefully peaceful time.

Punch it, Chewie!

I'll Sleep When I'm Rezzing!

My wife puts up with a lot of my video game talk, questions about what she thinks it funny and in general just a lot of putting-up-with what I think is comedy around the house.  That's why the comic to the left is an exaggeration, because I know she would kill me and take whatever meager possessions I would have left.

The content was honest though, Star Wars: The Old Republic was available for preorder this morning and I have my code already entered into their site and am awaiting the release date.  That's right, though I've preordered, I have no idea what day I'll actually be entering a galaxy far, far away to smuggle my way across space.

I'm having a really good week thus far, despite the overwhelming heat that's hitting everyone.  When mowing this week, my hands kept sliding off the handle from all the sweat.  Near the end I thought I was at the beach from all the saltwater that poured into my burning eyes.  It was a hoot!

Enjoy your weekend, I know I'll be hitting a matinee of Captain America and doing some grilling sometime.  Summer, more like Funner (amiright?)

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The Large Boom Equation

I must come clean with all of you: there wasn't another violence and video games study released.  It was a ploy I used to get the comic going.  Apologies to all.

I've also been burning through The Big Bang Theory's back episodes uncontrollably.  Before I know it hours have disappeared and I'm left wondering what happened.  For a sitcom, and one by Chuck Lorre to boot, it's got some really good moments.  It also helps that I get all of the nerdy references... to the point where I can point out where they're wrong (shame).

Going to keep the blog short tonight folks, I'm excited to get back to League of Legends and rip some faces.

While writing that last sentence, I experienced a ten second Deja Vu.  Either things are exactly how they should be, or I've literally done all of this before.  I'm going to keep my ego from shriveling to the size of a peanut and say it's the former.  Enjoy your evening and I'll catch you all again Thursday.

Punch it, Chewie!

Spatially Challenged

Tonight we come down on Smart Cars! About time, right guys? Seriously, who builds these clown cars for two, eh?  Even crazier, why did I see three between the grocery store and my house?  Will this be the last unanswered question in this paragraph?

It's at this point that I need to relay a cat story.  It was the dead of night and our female cat was meowing and pawing at doors, to the point that it woke us up and even when calling her she wouldn't stop.  This continued until we had to imprison said offender in a room until morning so we could get some sleep. The morning did not improve her attitude, and was non-stop until I stopped work to go take my lunch.  It's at this point (what I'll call the turn) that I realize their water dish is bone dry.  That's right, our cat was thirsty and wanted to let us know so we rewarded that communication by locking her away until morning.   We're awesome.

Netflix is raising their rates again, I'm irate, let's move on.

I think that the most of my Philadelph-itude has worn off finally.  I smile to people more often, actually make eye contact, even find my head mysteriously moving up and down once as I pass them on my jogs.  While foreign and unsettling, I'm finding the experience beneficial for both parties.  Enjoy the weekend!

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Just A Relaxing Day At The Beach

Events in tonight's comic based on a true story.  Apparently, some people have no idea that 1) their voices carry farther on the beach and 2) they don't get what the beach is supposed to be for at all.  I really felt for the lady's husband.  He either had hearing difficulties or the patience of a predator on the Serengeti.  The man sat there for nearly ten minutes without a word while his wife filled the air, non-stop, with gossip.

Had a great weekend myself, went to the movies to see Transformers in 3D and then after a meal went back for Horrible Bosses.  Transformers was exactly what you thought it was going to be... but longer.  If Michael Bay wanted it to feel epic in my opinion he missed the mark but I was entertained so I don't have much to complain about.  Horrible Bosses was just funny, the combination of the three main characters was really good stuff.  From Bateman's more subtle approach to Charlie Day's barely-contained sanity I thought it was a strong showing.

Google+ is in the neighborhood now! I joined when I got an invite and I have to be honest, it's already something I'd like to see overtake Facebook from the easy way you can share things with different groups of friends.  Yes they're reinventing the wheel, but Google just does it with a style not many others can match.  If anyone doesn't have an invite and would like to check it out, send me a message and I'll hook you up.

Punch it, Chewie!

Almost Forgot A Title

Words are goofy, and tonight's comic is brought to you that thing we all do where we repeat a word over and over until it sounds weird.

There may be a movie in there: the epic tale of how Merriam and Webster ended up thrown together in the midst of political intrigue and assassins and a lifelong friendship was borne.  Throw in a few steamy scenes, not between the two mustachioed or mutton-chopped men, and we're in Hollywood by the fall.  Or whatever.

In a few short days, I will be leaving my mid-twenties and entering my late twenties.  Either the old-timers disease is kicking in super early or I've lost all interest in age because my wife had to help me remember how old I was.  The funny part is that I was wrong before checking with her.  That alone is enough to look forward to a nice round unforgettable 30 in a few years.  Keeping it pretty low-key, I plan to hit the movie theaters and do a double feature for the new Transformers and then finish up with Horrible Bosses.  Jason Bateman and Charlie Day make me pretty hopeful, I want the latter to do well because he's that wild card I'll gladly shell out money for time and again.

Anyways, stay sassy.  Leave me a comment, did you get the comic tonight?  Sign up to have them e-mailed, RSS'd or just be on the lookout for my shameless plugging on the social media interfaces.

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Professional Layabout

The images to the left are used only with the utmost affection for Where's Waldo and remain the property of their creator.  You have to admit though, he's really a lazy kind of guy.  The entire time I've known Waldo, he's been hiding from The Man or backpacking across wildly crazy vistas.  After a few years, you have to ask yourself is there something that goof is trying to hide, or is he just running from his own future?

Now that I've wrapped up that little bit, it's time to move on to something I love.  Don't you just get all excited when a critic starts to analyze children's material?  I know Brian Regan has a few lines on the subject but come on; Dick, Jane and Spot are there for nothing more than to be seen.  It's possible that they speak to the communistic tendencies of a free-thinking culture, but I'm going to bet they're just cartoons on a page.

Contrary to what you may be thinking from the above material, I'm not in a grouchy mood.  It is entirely possible for me to slip into that frame of mind, however, because of the bug bites that are only now starting to show up on my feet and legs from the past weekend.  I didn't get it half as badly as my wife though, so here's hoping hers dissipate quickly.

The weekend for those of here at the Estate was very relaxing.  We got to go see some hicks pop wheelies in a parade, go eat some really good barbecue (where we obtained previous bug bites) and spent the entire time around my family.  What we did not do was find a fireworks show.  Gone are my youthful days of seeing four or five shows with my friends, but hopefully it means I'll appreciate it more the next time around.  How did your celebrating go?  Comment and we'll chat.

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Come With Me If You Want To Live

There's nothing better than an Arnold Schwarzanegger movie, I loved his movies as I was growing up.  That being said, he should stop making Terminator movies.  His name is still in the works for what I hope doesn't follow Christian Bale's era of Skynet tomfoolery.

We here at the Estate had Knight and Day come in the mail from our Netflix queue, and I was very close to liking the movie.  Every time I started to get into the movie, someone let Cameron Diaz wander in front of the camera to ruin it.  When it was all over, I ended up with the feeling I should put in the first Mission: Impossible and see Tom Cruise at his most over-the-top greatest.  If I'm being honest with myself, I'm legitimately excited to see MI:IV when that comes out next summer.

The birthday of when America said to the world "thanks guys, but we'll just do it ourselves" is coming up Monday.  This being the first year in the new house, I'm not entirely sure if there's a fireworks situation down here.  I'm hoping to catch them when we visit with my family, because it's one of the best things about the holiday.  When I was younger the neighboring towns would stagger their celebrations and if you didn't mind it you could end up seeing four or five different displays in a few days.  Ahh, youth.

Everyone be safe and relax, and take the time to let yourself celebrate what, when you boil it down, is one of the best places to be in the world.

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Culmination Of Fate And Destiny

For some reason this memory hit me earlier, depicted in the comic to the left.  We did in fact get a smaller truck than we should have when leaving Philadelphia, but we packed the crap out of that truck.  I regretted having to unload it all, it was so beautiful.  Music C for the absolute best groove!

Books. Bond Books.  In Barnes and Noble the other day, I noticed a paperback in the new section that was written by some forgettable author "as Ian Fleming" covering a James Bond story that Fleming never wrote.  Struck me as odd and stuck with me.  Just throw the Ian Fleming's James Bond above the title and let's acknowledge you're not communing with the dead through a hat a la Joseph Smith.  Unnecessary and most likely ignorant rant complete.

Summer is finally here, in all its glory.  Refreshed would be the best way to describe the folks here at the Estate post-trip to our beach condo.  Weather was ideal, food was largely great, and the indigenous old people left us alone.  Greg Behrendt also affirmed me over the Twitters that I am indeed funny, and he's a professional comedian.  It lit me up like Christmas lights, definitely a great capstone to an already good day.  I guess he just was that into me, eh?  I feel gross writing a pun that bad, but it stays for posterity.

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She Really Gets Me

I'd like to think that the comic tonight is completely self-explanatory, so I'll leave it alone where it is.

I'm also finding it hard to wrap a thought together for a combination of reasons.  Firstly, it's been a long time since I was able to take a vacation and reset the system, so to speak.  Secondly, I know of a few short vacations that we have planned coming up that I'm very much looking forward to.  All this to say that I've felt like I was in a slump but we're hopefully breaking out of that real soon with some sand and seafood.

Confession time: I almost just wrote a story about my cat.  Then I realized that I would hate myself in the morning and quickly deleted it.  If I were really brave I'd still post it below this, but we all know how that'll turn out.  "They're just like little people!"  I know I'm guilty of saying it, but when I do it's with the full knowledge that I've just said something creepy and weird.

Crisis averted! Mission accomplished! Another successful week sticking to the schedule!  Breathe it in, ladies and gentlemen, that's the sound of me following through on things.

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Did I Accidentally Larson That Dog?

My cats are awesome, don't get me wrong.  I just get the distinct impression that it's every man for themselves around the estate here.

It's also important for me to note that while I'm doodling this one out I get two calls from telemarketers trying to sell me a security system for my manor.  Of course I talked to them for twenty minutes with no intention of buying but I wasn't a jerk and tried to kid around with these poor folks trying to sell something that almost no one wants unless they already have it.

Netflix is going to bestow a gift unto me soon also: I'll be getting Predators soon on my queue.  I can not wait to make fun of this thing from fade in to credits.  If there are a few badass moments with alien hunters cracking skulls so be it, but seeing Adrian Brody as a tough guy is too good to pass up.  If I'm surprised, be sure you'll hear about it.

I'm going to wrap this up soon before it becomes a discussion of the snack I'm thinking about making for myself. Before I do that though, be sure to leave me a comment, a suggestion, or a short haiku related to my greatness!  We'll meet again later down the road, and be better for it.

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Goodbye Kung-Fu Death Grip!

I'm habitually late to the scene, hence only recently posting to this comic blog on a regular basis.  Even though I love it so much technology is no different in that respect.  I don't even own one of the miniature internet-spewing digital handheld devices yet, but I do hope to change that in the somewhat near future.

Here's a quandary for you: Green Lantern has a 22% on Rotten Tomatoes, but 95% of people want to see it.  Whether it's the new "ironic" culture that deserves a slow death or people genuinely interested, that money will go to making other comic book movies.  I really hope to find some time this weekend to go check it out and form an opinion I can throw back up here.

Folks, it finally happened.  Rep. Weiner resigned his senate seat after three weeks of late-night monologues and 24-hour news network lambasting.  I feel for the guy, even though he's a skeezy creep for sending junk photos to girls over Twitter (did someone tell Chris Hansen to gas up the van?).  You can't help but wonder if this would have blown over if not for his unfortunate name.  It's just too poetic for him to jeopardize his career because of a surname, and the hilarious weiner jokes to come from it.

Enjoy your weekends!

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His Name Is My Name Too!

For everyone that gets the song stuck in their heads, I sincerely apologize.  If it makes it any better, I've been looping it since this little idea popped in my head.

Me and my shorter half went to see Bridesmaids and while I did laugh nearly constantly in between squirming in my seat at all the awkward moments, I wasn't expecting the movie to be like that at all.  It's my own fault for letting critics into my subconscious when they called it the "female Hangover" when it's not really a buddy movie at all.  If you haven't seen it I would recommend it, it's Rotten Tomatoes score is still really high compared with previously said competition.

I re-watched Star Wars: A New Hope this past weekend and found myself getting a different appreciation for it.  Having seen the movie roughly two dozen times(conservatively), but not in the past five or more years, it's easy to forget how well done that film was.  Realizing that I was able to take my inner fanboy out of the equation I enjoyed it even more noticing details I didn't think to pay attention to before.  Nostalgia +1.

These summer months are going to be a bit rough, the lack of personally appealing game titles coming out means I may have to spend more time outside or even read more books (both of which have dramatically increased since the new house).  I have a feeling this winter will be the polar opposite and I'll miss playing with some of my friends because we didn't sync up on our interests.  Let me know if there's anything you're looking forward to so I can take a second look.

Punch it, Chewie!