I was looking at a can of Spaghettios today and I noticed that the “Franco American” label is no longer on there. It actually is from Campbells. Since when, I thought. Apparently, three years ago. The “Franco American” name was discontinued in 2004. Which is kinda sad since Spaghettios and Franco American are synonymous to me. I guess there’s no point in raising a stink about it now since this has been in effect for several years. Too bad, cause my Spaghettios look weird with the soup guys on the front of the can.
“Wash your face or something. You know take care of your pimples now, or you’ll look like F. Murray Abraham or Edward James Olmos. Do you want to look like someone who made their face out of a beige orange peel?”
As you all know, the San Diego Comic Convention was this past weekend. Traditionally, this is the biggest time of the year for the comic book community. Recently, attendance for the event has skyrocketed to over 100,000 people. The SDCC has even gained acceptance among mainstream press as a legitimate hot spot to get some buzz for your upcoming movie or TV show. But, perhaps it has gotten too popular.
For all the news that came out of San Diego, and there was a lot of news coming out of SDCC this weekend, it doesn’t seem like much of it was all that big. Maybe the emergence of so many other conventions dilutes the impact of the “big” reveals brought out at SDCC. It also seems like the comic part of Comic Con is getting smaller while the stars shine not too far from Hollywood. The movie studios have pushed their way into this once-cozy setting and using it as just another spot to promote their movie, irregardless of whether it belongs amongst the comic convention agenda.
But, more importantly, this was a great chance for women to dress up in sexy costumes in front of drooling fanboys armed with cameras. I don’t know if the ladies wised up this year and steered clear of this enticing locale, but there’s almost no evidence of these women anywhere on Flickr. It seems like the only thing people who went to the damned thing cared about was taking pictures of toys. Thousands and thousands of toys. And maybe one chick dressed up like the Black Cat. That’s what it looks like because those spleeks must have spent all four days taking a picture of every inanimate object on display because there’s little else on Flickr’s SDCC page. For example, there was a literally legless model (well she did have one leg) out for everyone to see. And no one got a decent picture of her! They’re all fuzzy, too dark, or just too small of a file to make it worth looking at. Also, the release of the movie 300 had a bad influence on this year’s show as men apparently showed up in force in tiny, tiny costumes. Shame on you, SDCC-goers, for you have lost your way.
“There must be some kind of way out of here said the joker to the thief.”
For all the pomp and circumstance of the San Diego Comic Con, there wasn’t a lot that came out of there that wowed me. I found one piece of news exciting: Scud is returning. Sure, that site says it’s delayed, but Erik Larsen said it was coming back during htis weekend’s Image comics panel:
Rob Schrab is returning to finish the story of Scud: The Disposable Assassin and there are plans to publish it all in one book - or as Larsen called it, “one gigantic, mind-numbingly big volume.”
Awesome. Not only that new stuff is coming, but they’re gonna collect all the issues. Which is good, because I’ve probably lost track of a lot of them.
“If memory serves, you won, proving that good looks and charm win over brilliance and the ability to govern.”
Mystery Spatula Theater? It kinda looks like Mystery Science Theater 3000. It kinda sounds like Mystery Science Theater 3000. Clearly it isn’t. But is it worth your time? Here’s MST11 poking fun at the too-crappy-to-be-released Roger Corman Fantastic Four movie.
I had to find this one myself. So, if you don’t like it, you can do something about it.
You can send me a YouTube link and if I like it (or need it) enough to put it up here, Sock Point to you.
Feel free to send your suggestions to my gmail account. It’s woodmania. I’d type it out but I don’t need more junk mail. Just your YouTube suggestions.
Yes, this is Daredevil riding a horse down a Las Vegas boulevard and using a Medieval lance to spear a classic American pink automobile driven by members of the Yakuza clan. Once again, a blind equestrian playing chicken with the Japanese mafia in the middle of Sin City.
Oh, happy days! We can finally start talking about the NFL in a real capacity! We’ll talk about things other than police blotters and dogfighting rings and… oh, who am I kidding? We’ll still keep hearing about that crap. But now we’ll be able to mix in some actual football talk amongst the coverage of hoodlums.
And, speaking of hoodlums, the Cincinnati Bengals are reporting to training camp today. The comedy sports sites have already weighed in: Oh No Romo supplied a yearbook-style look, Deadspin brought a lot of lamenting about what could have been last year, and Kissing Suzy Kolber makes gay jokes about our quarterback. And they all, of course, take pot shots and the team’s criminal record. Hopefully, that easy target will give way to the presence of the playoff competitor this team should be. They underachieved greatly last year and still came up 8-8. If this team got their shit together, they would be scary good. The path to that starts now. Or the path to more of the same crap. Hopefully, not the latter.
If you want to hear about someone else other than the Bengals, why did you come here? Check out the Goat’s look at his team. Or just yammer about your team.
Sometime my lack of focus, ore my inablity to pay attention to detail, can bite me in the ass. As a result, the fine readers of my blog can suffer as a result. For example, I kept you updated through the Sweet Sixteen of hot female sports reporters, then completely forgot. If there’s one thing I should not lose track of, it’s attractive women. I vow that I will do a better job from here on out of keeping track of such important matters. Here are the results: Erin Andrews beat Stacey Dulles. The winner does not surprise me, but the other finalist did.
It’s funny that I finally realized this today because someone came up with a similar blog post recently. Here’s a new list of female sports reporters. Someone from SpeedTV on top there. I don’t know who she is but I think I can put in the time and effort to find out.
Somebody just released a best Doctor Who list. Yes, for those of you not in the know, ten actors have portrayed the Time Lord from Gallifrey over the last 45 years. (Although if you didn’t know that, maybe today’s post isn’t for you.) Best Doctor Who? Sounds like good list material for me.
Growing up, I was like everyone else: Tom Baker was my Doctor Who. The kid who replaced him stunk out loud and my interests moved on to girls and rock and roll by the time we changed Doctors again. The show limped off the air in 1989 so it would have been very easy to answer back then.
But then came the 21st Century and the show was revitalized. There was new life in this old time traveler and Christopher Eccleston’s performance rivaled my childhood favorite. As soon as he won me over, he was out the door again: only one season piloting the TARDIS. I was bummed… until I saw the new guy. David Tennant has pretty much taken the title of favorite Doctor, even though I really liked two other guys before he came along. Even my dad, who’s an old school sci-fi guy, is digging these newer takes on one of his favorite characters. In defense of previous actors, I think the material the most recent fellows have been working with is better than what the other guys used to. The focus of the show is much sharper. Still, you have to give the actors credit; they’re the ones who pull it off in the end.
Anyone else have a favorite Doctor Who they’d like to share?
Remember last week when I told you a picture of mine was chosen by Schmap? Apparently, they really like my work because they came back for more. They wanted a picture of mine for their Universal Studios Orlando page. It was this bad boy.
I know. Pretty sweet. I can see why they wanted it. But, this one I declined to let them use. The shot of the Bears stadium is pretty standard and was mostly effortless. This one seems not-so-typical so I think I will hold on to its rights in case it will make me super rich and/or super famous.
Roller Derby, man. For the lovely Lisa and I, that was the entertainment of choice last night. How was it? Intense. You know that there’s gonna be some hammers being dropped when not only the competitors have extreme names, but so do the announcers, the refs, the Realtor guy who’s ad is in the program, even the person singing the national anthem.
As a result, Lisa and I felt obligated to come up with one ourselves since the fan participation was intense. We even saw a woman use her pregnant stomach to show her team spirit. The least we could do was come up with extreme names. I can’t remember what she decided on but I think my name would be The Defenestrator! And yes, I did rip that off of the guy from the Hitman comics. It means he who throws stuff out a window. I know there are no actual windows near the derby floor but I think it might work.
And don’t let those empty seats in the background fool you. The arena roped off the sections where people could sit and all of those were filled. Even the “Suicide Seats” where you could sit right on the floor. You could even get plowed over by your favorite Rollergirl! It’s a lot breezier down there and you definitely have to be on your toes because they go flying into the fans quite a bit.
It’s gonna be awhile before the Cincinnati Rollergirls take to the floor again but I would not be surprised if we ended up catching another game before their season is out.
