Showing posts with label Steve Ditko. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steve Ditko. Show all posts

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Spider-Man Vs Ayn Rand... and Why the Greatest Spidey Movie Will Never Get Made

The Color of Money isn't just a Tom Cruise and Newman salad dressing film about the secret origin of Mark Millar and Grant Morrison's bromance breakup, but also a permanent shade in the wardrobe of Spider-Man's rogues. The Sinister Six could change their names to 6 Shades of blah if NuMarvel ever wanted to experiment with topical humor...

Odd man out Kraven missed dress rehearsal


Sweet Mountain Dew green was the choice for Doctor Octopus, the Lizard, Green Goblin, Scorpion, Vulture, Electro, Sandman, Mysterio, and those are just the ones created by Steve Ditko and Stan Lee.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Christmas in July: Pt1 Everything You Want & Moore



Did Santa forget to bring you a Turbo Man doll? He’s senile Commie Pinko pedo, George Baily killing, Fortress of Solitude stealing, Deniro deer hunter slaver, and a shameless Coke fiend promoter. Sure it’s a cliché to say, but Xmas is truly the most cynical time of the year! Welcome to Christmas in July all the way from rain soaked Japan. Let’s “organize some distance” cause “I won’t be home for Christmas”… but that’s BS since LYCO BOND WILL RETURN IN LYCO’S FAMILY CHRISTMAS VACATION coming out in December, 2013.

I can spit on Jolly Nick, Black Friday, and radio season songs (With the exceptions being Springsteen’s “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” & Tom Petty’s “Christmas All Over Again". I hope that reindeer backed over Granny after the head on collision), but I enjoy plenty of eggnog, A Christmas Carol (The black & white one and Muppets!), and spending time with loved ones as much as anyone.

Being home for the holidays made me really appreciate Amazon domestic delivery prices, comic shops, and the wonderful socialist services provided by my local public library. I also got to reread a lot of my favorite collections from the dusty bookshelf in my stately suburban home. 

Below is a list of books I got while stateside that I had never read, which I brought back with me to enjoy. The books that made the list have kind of been forgotten or not talked about enough. Well, that ends now! Run run, REDRUM Rudolph after the jump!