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.
As a special feature of The Fanbase Weekly podcast, the Fanbase Feature focuses on and celebrates a specific element of geek culture.
In this Fanbase Feature, Fanbase Press Contributor J.C. Ciesielski talks with PlayTable's John Dempsey about the world's first board game console. PlayTable is a tabletop gaming console made for playing with a group of people. It's like Netflix for board and card games - imagine having instant access to a library of board games, the ability to learn them in minutes, and create and customize your own versions. Oh and you can use physical pieces, cards, and your mobile phone with your PlayTable.
After two seasons of the show, one movie, and one heck of a Wiki page perusal, I finally was about to take on the manga, Pyscho Pass Volume 1. Let me get you up to speed, and we can go from there.
The future, ladies and gents, is now. I rarely carry cash, get most of my sundries online, and my phone has a touch screen and only responds to my fingerprint to unlock. High tech, my pallies, is here and only getting stronger. Try getting onto a personal website. You'd better have your username and password ready to go, and GET. IT. RIGHT. Get it wrong a few times, and you'll get locked out and so on and so on. So, unless you're fluent in 1s and 0s, the criminal life just keeps getting harder and harder. That makes life more convoluted and difficult for your average criminal, let alone a crooked cop.
How many times has this happened to you? You're in the Sudan for years trying to help the natives, and then you get a message saying that your estranged sister is in the hospital, in LA, clinging to life? Must happen all the time . . . right? Part Kill Bill, part Sin City, and part Dolemite meets Death Wish, Pimpkillah is the story of Sloane Stone, a woman who can hold her own, while dealing with her own personal demons regarding her past, present, and future. Getting the word about her sister unlocks some memories that would have been better off forgotten, Sloane starts her own investigation, bringing back a past that should have stayed there.
Gravity. Not only a force tethering us to the planet, but pulling us to specific people, people we share so much in common with that much greater forces pull us to one another. It especially pulls strong on those people on the fringe. People who have common interests find each other to relate with when it comes to sports or film or music. A person who, let's say, can speak with the dead, may not know it, but forces are pulling them toward others with similar abilities and desires. It's only that there aren't as many with which to converge.
What if you took a few well-known origin or separation stories, some continuations, a smattering of angst, and blended them all together? Insufferable is very similar to that cocktail, but at least it's served in a Buddha cup, with a hole in the belly for a straw.
After surviving a crash landing that destroyed his spaceship, a stranded alien hopes to live quietly undercover in Patience, USA, masquerading as Dr. Harry Vanderspeigle—a semi-retired doctor—until his home world can find him. He has some alien powers of empathy and the ability to mask his odd appearance from most people, which comes in handy after the local mayor and police chief both ask for Harry’s help. Harry replaces the town’s murdered doctor and also gets involved in the case, sparking a deep interest in forensics but leading him down some dangerous paths . . .
How many times has this happened to you? Someone you know is talking trash about a mutual acquaintance, and that person is, in turn, talking similar trash on the other. All you can think is, "Well, isn't THAT the pot calling the kettle black?" Accurate and well known in the parlance of our (and previous generations') time, but why? Unless you have some magical kitchenware that can speak, why do we use that metaphor? That's what The Figure-of-Speech Mongoose calls to attention.
Deadhorse. Not exactly an enticing name for a location, but hey, this is America. You buy some property, build on it, make it a place on a map, and you can name it any damned thing you like. Blue Ball. Intercourse. Beaver. (All real places.) Hell, you can just Americanize a foreign word or name and change the pronunciation, like the French, "Dubois." It sounds lovely as the maiden name of Blanche in A Street Car Named Desire. 'Dew-bwah.' Now, pretend that you're a giddy, 12 year old who gets a kick from anything that sounds remotely naughty, and you get the name of a lovely, little hamlet in Pennsylvania by the name of . . . wait for it . . . 'DO-BOYS!' The snickering can last for days. The point being, the name of a place doesn't have to coincide with what goes on there, it just helps the place to be remembered at all.