Avengers be Assemblin'!

A couple of concept images for the upcoming 'THOR' and 'CAPTAIN AMERICA' movie hit the interwebs this week and quite spiffy they are. But the supergeek in me is to impatient to wait for the Avengers movie to marvel (heh!) at the combined awesomeness of Thor, Cap and ol' shellhead; so I knocked this up in photoshop:

My Little Modok

As well as pimpin' the greatness of other blogs and random internet tomfoolery, I shall also be posting my own attempts to further saturate the webisphere.

This wee something I knocked up is for the previously mentioned
MARCH MODOK MADNESS blog!




Modok has a drink. Hilarious, huh?

*sigh*

The Greatest Thing In THE WORLD!

Seriously awesome!

MARCH MODOK MADNESS!!

Just want to throw out a shout to the annual MARCH MODOK MADNESS blog!

I for one will be contributing as soon as I can stop procrastinating.

The Amazing Spider-Man.

Wow. Just wow.

The love I have for this show is just unparalleled. This will always be the real Spider-Man to me. Sam Raimi did a fine job but this TV show seems to do it more for me. I know it's not great and it's basically a 70's cop show with a guy in tights and it took incredible liberties with the source material but dammit, I loves it!



All the episodes are on Youtube but oh how I pine for a DVD! It's funny, they'll happily release 'Elektra' but they won't release this?!

Spaced. The godawful American Version.

One of the greatest things about 'Spaced', was the how important American culture was to British people. Especially growing up in the 1980's. We were bombarded with awesomeness on a daily basis, thanks to imported genre TV shows, music, comics and amazing toys. All of this had a considerable effect on our psyches, and made playing on waste grounds so much more fun.

The US version of 'Spaced' doesn't have that. As, obviously, it's already American. So instead of trying to do it's own thing and adapt the characters to fit, by making them more neurotic or geeky or whatever. It pretty much just copies the original. And without the uniqueness of Edgar Wrights Direction and without an original spin it comes across as, well, crap. Painful even. I can't even think of anything remotely funny to write. I love Spaced. I don't love this.


Thanks to Topless Robot and Simon Pegg's Twitter!

Such wonders....! Part 3

Geekologie


Ahh, Geekologie.

Where would I be without you? Where else would I find info on the newest and oddest gadgets and geek stuff, wrapped up in a crazy mind which has an unnatural love of Bacon?

Bacon Turtles.

Nowhere. That's where.



Enjoy!

Such wonders....! Part 2

Topless Robot

Nope. Not mechanical female fetishes. But a damn fine nerd blog. (With the occasional mechanical female fetish. Maybe.) And the home to the wrongest contests (in a good 'wrong' way) and the so wrong it's right 'Fan Fiction Friday'. It has to be read to be believed!

Fan Fiction Friday: "Harry Potter and the Surprise Package"
By Rob Bricken in Miscellaneous, Nerdery
Friday, Feb. 12 2010 @ 2:15PM
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​As I mentioned on the ol' Topless Robot Twitter Experience, I have no desire to do FFF today. None whatsoever. I really, really don't want to put myself through it. I'm not 100% why this is -- I mean, other than the fact that reading mountains of erotic fan fiction trying to find stories that are both uniquely bad and that I can make fun of is overwhelmingly eroding my will to live -- but it might have something to do with this:

I have found a fan fic worse than The Pokémon Story.

Seriously. Just having it read makes me want to drink myself to death in some dark corner of my house. And before you ask, no, today's FFF isn't it. Today's FFF isn't even close to the awfulness of what I will call The Other Story, and it's pretty fucking awful. And what makes me equally miserable is that even though I warned you guys about The Pokémon Story, even though I relented and posted it, and even though guys near unanimously agreed that I was right about its wretchedness.. some of you fools will mistakenly think you want to read The Other Story.

You don't. I promise. There's nothing funny I can say about it. And I'm not posting it, for your own good, not today, and hopefully not ever. So there. Now on to today's FFF, from a gent named King Splooge, which should be a pretty accurate hint as to the depravity content in today's FFF. I can't really post any of it before the jump, in fact, but I have thought of a few alternate titles that should sum up the story reasonably well (without giving away the big twist).

• Harry Potter and the Very Bad Decision
• Harry Potter and the Half-Male Female
• Harry Potter Gets Anally Raped by a Girl

Onward, fan fic warriors. Sigh.

Go there but you have been WARNED!!

Such wonders....!

Blog. A silly word for such a wonderful thing.

I guess, like most people, I have an internet routine that I adhere to daily. This comprises of the top sites and blogs that I frequent for news, info, pop culture goings on or belly laughs.And I thought I would share this list with you, my mythical readers.

So, in no particular order:

Plaid Stallions

Oh my. The joy this blog brings me is, well, y'know, it's a lot, I can tell you matey. Only here can your eyes feast upon 1970's catalogue fashions and images of a more innocent, Brut wearing, shag pile rug loving, fashion induced blindness age. All praise Brick Mantooth.


You'd be doing yourself a favour if you visited them NOW!

More to come........

Catchup...Ketchup...Catsup?

It's been a quiet few months on the whole. Christmas came and went, although it was nice to relax in the comfort of our respective parent's houses, and of course eat alot! Good presents and good times. I finally got a camera, so expect many a new photo to pop up from time to time. But on to the highlights:

Helen's birthday! There was shopping and coffee:


Followed by a trip to cinema (for free, thank you Helen's pass!) to see Edge Of Darkness:

And then onwards to a lovely Mexican restaurant in Covent Garden:


And after a belly full of Corona and Burritos (and soooooo many nachos) we retired to our humble abode:


And the next day....I met Tom Savini:



This man is a legend. The pioneer of zombie make-up effects from George A Romero's classics and of course sex machine in 'From Dusk Till Dawn':

KAAAAAAAHHHHNNNNN!!!!

This blog doesn't get updated nearly enough. I aim to rectify that....by writing stuff. Yes, that's right. Stuff.

At the moment (typed 'mooment first time; must remember THAT word!) I'm trying to:

Learn how to paint in photoshop,
Sell my clutter; comics, graphic novels, toys, games etc,
Set realistic deadlines for myself in an effort to become a better artist,
and many other thingies.

More to follow!

Whoresome!

So. Next on the agenda is a little project called 'The Victorian Robot Gentlemen' (working title).
It pretty much does what it says on the tin. I still need a premise for these mechanical men to be partaking in, but I'm sure it'll come to me.

One idea was '..vs the Zombie Prostitutes of Old London Town.'

I could be on to something.

The real world ramifications of the film 'Big'!

Everyones seen 'Big', right? Y'know, kid makes a wish to a scary carny machine, wakes up the next morning and is Tom Hanks! Moves to the big city, in this case New York, gets a job at a toy company, meets a hot girl/woman, yadda yadda yadda goes home, becomes kid again. You know the film i mean, right?? Anywho, it got me thinking (as do most films that end in this fashion), what actually happens when he gets home? I mean, i know that the movie is set in the fictional world but wouldn't there be an AWFUL lot of questions about this scenario? Think about it, the mother thinks her child has been kidnapped by the strange man who was suddenly in her house one day, who was actually, her son, all growed up! He writes a letter home home to his mom, saying he's being treated fine and it's alot like summer camp! Surely the police would want to know where the hell he was for however long it was(2 months ish?)! Now i know that once he's given the description of his 'kidnapper' to the police, they would be off on some wild goose chase but surely they have to take into account that the kid may have been abused? And obviously, if they asked him he's gonna say 'No, i was treated fine and given lots of toys to play with!' which, from they're perspective, smacks of denial! So would they then 'examine' him for sexual abuse? I mean technically, he's being accused of sexual abusing himself as a child, only to be violated by the police to see if he has been abused!! Talk about irony!! And if he does 'fess up' and say 'Ok, i made a wish on a scary carney machine, which turned me into a grown up...by magic!' then i would think it's off to the psyche ward for him! It reminds of Terminator 2 where they do actually ask these questions of the main character from the previous film(Sarah Connor) and she does end up in the looney bin going on about killer robots from the future! I'm thinking this kids life after his incident won't ever be the same again and when he does grown up to look like Tom Hanks will he be arrested for fitting the profile of a kidnapper and possible sex offender from 20 odd years prevoius? How good a sequel would that make! ho-hum!

I hate that 'Emo' is a dirty word these days

Its so frustrating to love a certain type of music and then have it's title ass-raped by the soddin' media and MTV and fuckin' scenesters who are too fuckin' cool for school! To like Emo (or Emo-core) was a good thing back in the day. It was a little known off-shoot of post-hardcore (titles galore!) and so many awesome bands fit into its silly little label. These days anything thats not Metal or Pop gets labeled Emo, which from here on in shall be known as MTVEMO. I guess its how alot of people felt when bands started coming out saying they were 'Punk' or were labelled as such many years after being Punk was relevant. Whats even sadder is that the few bands still left who were considered Emo back in the day are now stuck with the MTVEMO stigma, which is a shame. I'm mainly on my high horse about this because of the recent news that Texas Is The Reason have reformed for a one off anniversary show for one the greatest albums ever made 'Do You Know Who You Are?'. This band are one of many who re-invigorated my love of music in the mid to late nineties. Without TITR, The Get Up Kids, Far, Christie Front Drive, and many more, i would have thought music was doomed to be all Brit-pop (or Brit-poop) or stadium headliners riding the coattails of 'Grunge'. What annoys me even more though, is that i never got to see half of these bands. One of the many reasons living in the UK sucks. And dont even get me started on the government. Whinge over, nothing to see here folks....please disperse.

Wow, do i suck at this 'daily blog' malarky! Just a quickie, im back at uni, summer was good, sold aload of stuff on ebay to pay my rent, got a crappy job blah blah blah comics are ace, lost 3 starts this week. the end. more later!

A day in the sun......

Yesterday was a well spent day at Download with many wonderful bands and glorious weather! On the other hand it was also another example of really annoying lineup clashes, with four off the seven bands i reeeeeeaally wanted to see being on at the same time on four different stages. Add to that the site is the famous Donington race track and is situated right next to East Midlands airport! So imagine if you can, trying to give your full attention to the main stage while a parade of aircraft seem to appear out of nowhere from behind said stage and roar overhead to the landing strip just the other side of the event! Plus, i swear, I SWEAR, each plane was getting lower and lower as the night progressed!! Unbelievable! Apart from that, it was grand!

What to say.....

Wow. First blog post ever. I've finally managed to put myself out there, digitally that is! Yay me.
I will endeavour to update this blog daily with whatever musings are currently dancing around my brain, i'm not really bothered if anyone reads my tired ramblings but what the hey! Onwards to the kettle, and blog-filled dreams!