subhumanzoids

Handsome Man himself was in town this past weekend, and I’m also dealing with that dirty motherfucker Pat until Sunday, so I haven’t had a chance to come in here and update this beautiful blog in the last few days.

On the plus side, Pat found a folder containing the goldmine of insulting comics that I made in high school. For those that are unfamiliar with this concept, I was basically the Jack Kirby of making fun of my friends. I don’t know why anyone still talks to me. I’m going to scan some in soon. Despite the fact that a lot of the jokes will be lost on most of you, I think there’s enough “high concept” in here for everyone to appreciate.

Also in the batch: “Homo Hobo.”

One thing that I’ve always tried to get across when I write about tokusatsu is that it’s fun. These shows are, and should be viewed as, big dumb action capsules filled with special effects and men in tights. They are also for children. I love watching giant shoes fight multi-colored heroes, and I like when Ultraman’s time on Earth creeps in the danger zone for the 73,372nd time, but I don’t pretend that there’s Something Crucial going on here.

I’ve stressed to people on numerous occasions that, by and large, the community of fans that watch these shows are the most humorless collection of mouth-breathers you could possibly imagine. Even the “professionals” do their extensive work on the topic little justice by coming out of their caves and shaking fact-scribbled sticks at one another before going back to their rooms to watch Japanese stuntmen brutally hump monsters to death.