Oh wow, good to know that Iron Man 2 sucked. I was laboring under the assumption it was a plate full of raw awesome.

Watching DS9 will be like you never stepped away from the Enterprise crew. It's got Worf for cryin' out loud, and Sisko is the only dude who can stand toe-to-toe with Picard, and give him a raft of shit.

yes, eczema has driven me to casual murder. But put a kibosh on the soulless sex.

Lincoln had to look the man he slayed in the eyes.

I've been waiting for it to reopen too. A few weeks back I got turned around looking for my destination in DTLA, stepped out the car, then BAM— "hey, how did I get in front of Clifton's??"

yeah, I'll wait for some reviews before I see this... not because I want it vetted for quality, I just want it to be "less rapey". In fact, I like my movies to be decidedly "unrapey" and NOT "rapetastic".

"Night Man, Manimal and Manimal's daughter take on a time traveling Jack the Ripper. "

I was a wee, wee tiny baby when this show came out. But I had watched it... and had an incredibly profound dream of transforming into a hawk. This is heavy-duty stuff for a 4-year-old mind.

They took mine, and put it over a vagina? Leave that vagina alone! Wild and free!

Hey, remember when commenters used to have stars?

Heck yeah, Charlie Jane!

Scrub jays are straight-up wacky. I went to a Chumash festival a few weeks back, and this little scrub jay was behaving like he owned the place. My family has seen them do odd things with food and leaves.

This is MY family crest. Made it me'self. It's for artists. You can stick the image on white votive candles and burn it for good luck (and money).

This is magnificent. More tutorials and profiles of artists in our scifi/urban fantasy/ect. genre please. This makes me happy to no end.

That Lolth should have allowed a photo op for a chance to ride on her back. Drider the Drider, a whole new layer of kink.

I remember where I saw those before... they are Skrill, from Earth: Final Conflict! The Skrill were amazing, and kind of a sad story as I recall.

Ah, it's BEEM-bo, and it's primarily selling cheap Mexican pan dulce with a little white bear or something as a mascot. If they wanted to offend Feminists, they would be called "Leche de Tetas Grandes Bakeries".

Showing them makes sense. Having them drawn (gun ports open ready to fire)... naw, not too wise. It's like having the gun out of the holster and pointing. Which is why everything went south at that point!

Oh sure. "It's a gesture of respect to stroll up fully strapped with gats, glocks, uzis, flying colors and throwing gang signs... that's how we do it in South Central Los Angeles."

I am a PROUD owner of the first few issues of Sienkiewicz' ELEKTRA. The art is magnificent, and is a treasure to behold. The story ain't half bad neither. Groundbreaking for the late 1980s. Get to know this classic... made without one pixel of Photoshop.