Who tells the story of the storyteller? They themselves would weave a most fantastical tale from whence they came, foregoing truth for tantalization and admission for admiration. It's the periphery that speaks plain. An unnoticed blur among the throng. A whisper of a thought. Just another shadow cast on a wall in a castle made for a Goblin King.
Remember when you were the loser in high school for not playing D&D? All the most popular and sexually active teens were doing it? Rollin' d20s like it ain't no thang. They like to hit that with multiple crit. Naw, I'm sayin' my DMs? Remember?
Hai Keeba, Manos, and welcome. Today, we discuss the majesty and magnitude of that which is Mystery Science Theater 3000. For over 30 years, MST3k has been dazzling audiences with wit, charm, and the occasional touch of snark, forever affecting the lives of people who love to hate bad movies. That stalwart pillar of intelligence and pop culture references, appreciated on various levels by those in the know. Now that the butt kissing is through, here's the story so far...
"Nah-nah, Nah-nah, Nah-nah, Nah-nah . . . BATMAN!" "CHUNG CHUNG CHUNG CHUNG CHUNG" . . . The Maxx! Two great tastes that taste great together? Sure, but you should see the newsome twosome take on The Outback! ...and it's inhabitants.
Some words get tossed around like a filet mignon into a catcher's mitt. Fancy words, used to enhance text and take it to another level of sophistication. Words like "unequivocally," "erudite," "profundity," and "dork." Do these words have anything in common? Do they raise the level of supposed intellect on the part of your writer? Nay! They are merely big words for small people. Normal-sized words will do just fine.
Think back - back to when you were fresh and impressionable, latching onto whatever strikes your fancy. You were influenced to be sure. TV, radio: These things meant plenty in the early '90s, but the real information was passed along the old fashioned way. Through 'zines, around hackey sack circles. The older kids and what they learned in school. Not from a text book or CliffsNotes, but from the cool science teachers or guidance counselors that turned them on to what the outside world really had to offer, far beyond the walls and confinements of school or home. Getting the skinny on what graphic novel the "alt/indie young adult crowd" was checking out and going ga-ga over. Being able to go full comic hipster and say, "Oh, Milk and Cheese? Dairy Products Gone Bad? Oh, I read that ages ago." I may be a hipster comic dork, but I'm no Evan Dorkin.
Love is in the air at Fanbase Press! In this magical month of romance and enchantment, the Fanbase Press Staff and Contributors decided to stop and smell the roses. Throughout the week of Valentine’s Day, a few members of the Fanbase Press crew will be sharing their personal love letters to the areas of geekdom they adore the most.
Have you ever passed someone on a poorly lit street and felt unsettled, but familiar? A wash of emotion wisps by in an instant, while faint memories echo through your mind. A complete stranger, minding their own business, and suddenly you're aware of them. Personally. Perhaps in the past or in an afterlife that no longer exists you knew that person, and that person is real. You can feel it in your racing heart and the cold marrow of your bones. And you smile. That stranger was just an old colleague that you've not seen in a long while that could have been kept longer if you had only let good enough be. An old colleague whose business is you.
You ever have one of those days where everything is going your way? A free place to hang your hat, no worries about food (or more importantly beer), and your trusty 18-wheel steed is ready to roll at a moment's notice? Me neither. That's the way your old pal Jack Burton started his day. At the top. But as they say, it can only goes downhill from there. And you know what Ol' Jack Burton says at a time like this? Aw hell, lemme tell you.
Ever wonder what the cartoon Scooby Gang and the Buffy Scoobies have in common with Beetlejuice or the Ghostbusters? Maybe not, but the obvious answers aside, it's the music. Tell me you have never sung along to the Ghostbusters theme song or nodded your head when "Jump in the Line" comes on at the end of Beetlejuice. If you're reading reviews at Fanbase Press, I'm going to go out on a limb and say you've seen at least one of those. In fact, I'm almost positive some of you just nodded your heads and sang, "We ain't 'fraid of no ghosts!" Coady and the Creepies would fit in with them well, if we only had a soundtrack for the comic.