Sweetness, I was only joking when I said I’d like to smash every tooth in your head. (Multiple subjects, ahoy!)
Comments Off | Posted: May 22nd, 2007 | Filed under: Uncategorized
Dafna and Kid Chris have gone and joined the comics blogger internet with The Bispectacult, a site and attendant podcast that is sure to shake the pillars of the medium. The first episode is a bit rough, a bit long, and sounds a bit dodgy, but you know what? They’ve got a great rapport and their enthusiasm is so infectious that I’m seriously looking forward to hearing more, despite Dafna being completely wrong about the genius of All-Star Batman And Robin The Boy Wonder. Not content with creating a show that’s a lot of fun while covering a great deal of territory, D+C (as I call them) are giving away the new Blade trade paperback and a copy of The Professor’s Daughter to ensure you pay attention to them. Cravenly attention-seeking, smart, and funny: these are my kind of folk.
If you’re really lazy and don’t want to read the blog (which is young, but like the podcast, shows a lot of promise), you can just subscribe to the podcast in iTunes or whatever other retrieval program you use. You won’t regret it.
Morrissey turned 48 today and the usual people made the usual jokes about depression. BWE, I love the blog, but this is lazier than the Paris Hilton jokes in the weekly broadcast and woefully out-of-touch.
Does this man seem depressed to you? Seriously. He may suffer delusions of Rock Godhood, sure, but if you don’t hear the wink in lines like “…And you have never been in love, until you have seen the dawn rise, behind the Home for the Blind,” you probably are due for a calibration of some kind.
(Mind you, I’m a bit suicidal at the idea that Moz is 48, Neil Tennant is the other side of 50, and Bernard Sumner could sign up for AARP in a heartbeat. Those numbers make it look like I’m three to five years away from being like those sad Jimmy Buffet fans who gather in parking lots and talk about how great their visit to Margaritaville was the last time they hit Vegas.)
The new Ivan Brunetti collection, Misery Loves Comedy, is the perfect gift for dads and grads in this season. A stark, minimal design belies the sick, harrowing, and frequently quite hilarious contents that pipe the interior of the auteur’s brain directly into your own.
“Don’t make fun of daddy’s voice, you know he can’t help it. When he was a teenage boy, something got stuck in his throat.”
