…all those collectors out there sporting tonnage accumulation in long boxes stored in attics, basements, garages or assorted storage units are cordially invited to investigate opportunities as real world research satellite campuses…

…agreed; McCloud's expertise, knowledge and enthusiasm for his chosen passion gives excellent direct well expressed information from a position of mastery; his 'Re-inventing Comics' and 'Making Comics' continue that approach as skillful resources; additionally, his graphic novel from last year, 'The Sculptor,' was…

…that expression he gave a split-second before the headshot was precious; to be fair, Pitt has died real good in some flicks: that vehicular bodyslam tumblesplat from Meet Joe Black was goofy fun & the mechanical garrote in The Counselor, and his angry frustration at the unstoppable were things of beauty…

…a horrific portal to the Shyamalan shared universe wonderland…
…
or not:
http://www.avclub.com/artic…

Welcome to the afterlife, Mr. Vigoda; after so many false alarms, you have finally arrived; Angus Scrimm would like to extend an employment opportunity in management for his assorted ongoing corpse conversion/soul containment/mortuary torment projects…

…how can you just leave us standing alone in a world that's so cold? Now, more than ever, the world needs your erotic Sonic fan fucktion: please, be that bold, stand tall, sing it strong, and share the hedgehogleg bounty…

…my god Colonel, you may be sitting on a treasure trove of potential av club comedy gold; please stop teasing and drop any delightful applicable forgotten PhDingleberries you've conjured pronto…

Maybe the name of this show is going to be: Think Pink about Chester the Molester ?

…humpin' Hannah will be mounting that Woody hard by the finale; perhaps in some form of Allen fart-carcass bonerific wet n wild Miley ride..

"…I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears…in…rain. Time to die…"

…perhaps an inspiring fourth of July special is percolating for our collective edification; re-uniting surviving members of the greatest generation with their lost meals and showing an amazing voluntary televised display of enduring patriotism presented as these elderly veterans are fed again and again…

…and what next fresh treasure will the future bring to suture into skulls when this carcassfart ski-corpse boner fad cycle goes winding down ? a shift from water to air sports ?

F-stop Clockworks
Have you been with, or been one of the Camera Fuckers again?
Lens caps chastity belts removed to worship the grinners;
screaming creamers of Look See Now More;
Vocal facial interzone:
Outercourse, mangled notions of Maniac Nation;
Of wild men wilder women,
Masturbation DeathEngine,
all race trucking, fuck…

As we travel further past the forbidden perimeter,
into the future and past simultaneously, through the skies of night and day
beyond the grip of yesterdays still in vision, touched by the tomorrows
in our grasp, all the while in time haunted by the ever-present now.
We find ourselves waiting for ourselves, losing…

CREEP-O-RAMA
In the land where the ugly people played
with big toys and shat upon the grandeur blessed them,
when savages soured and sirens sounded,
woe betide the pig raging conviction riddled horde
that would dare to defile again.
Hackles were raised high and compromises made
so fat oblivious children can play with the…

Damn, Master Technician !
The pulsating cusp of the vortex, controlling the overlay imagery, maintaining an edging engine, riding the perimeter of the potential breach slowly, sustaining the hint of magical glimmering, that radiant shimmering, mapping the subtle internal physical reactions…delay…delay some more: whammo…

…i suppose then that this is your copy of 'Granny Fanny' ?

“We say, ‘Love your brother.’ We don't say it really, but… “

“We say, ‘Love your brother.’ We don't say it really, but… “

"welcome to Refreshment Manor, can we interest you in a beverage?" said the bellboy with a smile and a roll of toilet paper hanging from his dick.