Category: Comics

After a long vacation, we’re back with another nipple-erecting jam session covering TV games, Comic Con ’07, and more!

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Jimmy, waiting for a panel to start

So I saw The Simpsons yesterday, which is theoretically a pretty awesome birthday thing to do, regardless of the final product’s quality. After all, I’ve been watching the show since I was 8 years old, and the fact that the movie comes out around the time I turn 26 represents a massive time gap during which I remember very little.

I should also establish the fact that I’m not one of the many jaded persons that believe there has been no quality Simpsons writing between the times of x season and x season. It’s hit or miss, just like anything else that’s run for so long. Shit, did anyone catch the Little Moe Syzlak joke a couple years ago? That was one of the funniest things ever.

“Why does everyone keep callin’ me that?”

But the movie left a lot to be desired. It was too story-driven, as odd as that sounds. Not that I want it to be Family Guy— shooting out references like a Kojiro Abe flick set to auto-fire— but the plot was a big one, when I would have just enjoyed watching some screw-it-all Springfield antics on the big screen.

Where were the aliens? How come Burns and Smithers hardly had a real scene? Where was the epic Moe’s Tavern moment? Why was it President Schwarzenegger instead of Renier Wolfcastle? The picks I am nitting, they groove deeply!

But then I noticed that every kid in the theater was busting a gut like never before, and realized that this more sentimental Simpsons jaunt was probably written for someone else. That’s cool, it was pretty enjoyable for what it is, and it has its moments. At the end of the day, it’s basically a really long episode that’s “just okay.”

This right here is a photo of a miraculously unearthed Slamm Dunk drawing found on a pizzeria tablecloth somewhere in New Orleans. Amazing!

… commanding on high through mighty granite channels, “let the drought cease!”

Just got back from New Orleans tonight, where there was much deviltry and doing-that-is-ne’er-well afoot. WERE YOU AWARE: that, in the glorious City at The Ende of the World known as ‘Nawlins,’ you can procure alcohol and have them pour it in a plastic cup for you to run ’bout the fair land with, laughing all the while, cheeks ever rosy?

Does it sound like fable and fiction? It is not!

Ponder that for a bit and let this moment be the grand premiere of season 6 of The Joseph Luster Report, to which I shall forever remain tacitly and gleefully chained.

P.S. Today is the day of my birth. Celebrate it!

By “popular demand,” here’s a gang of photos from Baltimore/Otakon this past weekend. View the sexy contents at your own risk!

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