Month: January 2008

Sweet jams, though.

2) Pretty boring

1) Really boring

Gotcha own workbench!

Because that is where I live life, wholly and fully without caution. By flying through the “Danger Zone,” one forms an unspoken and unwritten pact with El Diablo, and I have signed it with my very plasma.

Thus I found myself returning from a few merry libations with a fellow daredevil an evening or so ago, reentering a home that was still powerless from the night’s frightening wind storm that was delivered to our doorstep, perhaps courtesy of that day’s freaking meteor.

What does a man do in this day and age with no electricity? Most would curl up in positions fetal, suckling on their thumb in hopes of culling a bit of courage from its grooves. I, however (for I am brave), propped a lantern on the pillow beside my head and began reading Stan Lee and Jack Kirby’s first issue of “The X-men” by its light.

Amidst the verbose superheroic exchanges therein, I began to recall what an amazing and wonderful creation a first issue is. Not specifically in this instance, but in all instances! What glamour, to reveal your characters to an unsuspecting audience, projecting their origins across The Great Expanse, naked and vulnerable. What sensation, to establish fictional vendettas and grudges that may last an eternity. What possibility, to decide which boastful blurb best beckons big bunches o’ blushing buyers!

Imagine, if I may be so candid and bold, a world comprised solely of first issues! Does it frighten you, or does it make you dance wildly?

For some reason, the word “fingerboarding” came up, and reminded me of those little Tech Decks that a couple of us would buy back in high school. Naturally, I checked YouTube for a related video and came up with this.

The video itself isn’t that much of a curiosity, but one of the comments really sent me into outer space!

Is this being posted from the MICRO ZONE!? Let’s see what The Watcher thinks.

Rad illustration by Daniel Krall
I know I had mentioned this article before, but now I can link it since it’s recently been posted on the Otaku USA website, excerpted from its original home in the magazine proper. In it, I perhaps lose a bit of my mind as I spend a day cranking through the PS2 Monster World Collection. It’s kind of like 24, but with fewer explosions and more full-frontal male nudity.

24 Hours in Monster World

I should note that the article, as it was originally printed, ended with an illustration by yours truly that I can’t find at the moment, depicting an old cartoon prospector takin’ a gander at my mummified corpse and captioned as follows:

“And to this very day, here he sits, forever etched into the Earth in his stoney tomb… forever playin’ them dang TV games!”

Note: Please play the track below as you read this entry:

http://media.imeem.com/m/1NYHC5JTUS/aus=false/

I decided to take a day off to reflect on this manly week of everything Rambo, something I did whilst perched atop the highest tree in my backyard, tinkering and toying with a few loose grenade pins and a coin fortunate enough to have made it through three wars and one trip to The End of the World and back.

All said, Rambo Week was one of personal importance, and I hope that you all enjoyed it as well. It began as a humble attempt to chronicle one man’s excitement for a movie event, one that ended up exceeding all possible expectations.

You see, we’ll look back at Rambo IV—John Rambo or whatever you want to call it; maybe Just Rambo, like the poster says—as a landmark action movie that saw an aging filmmaker throwing down a hefty and well-worn gauntlet. Oddly enough, this gauntlet is so specific and so form-fitting that the next person to pick it up and accept the challenge may have to be Stallone himself.

When he does, we will be there. The Joseph Luster Report will chronicle his endeavor, just as my Countdown clock will now let you know when Neil Marshall’s Doomsday is released. Just remember, we may have to walk a long road before experiencing something like Rambo Week again.