Batman and The Maxx. Gritty, heroic, smart. Well, Batman is smart. The new Dynamic Duo they are not, but more of a buddy cop duo who are about two days away from retirement. Partners thrust together in a situation neither expected nor consensual. When you take on the Outback, it's best to do it together and there's no one much more experienced in the Outback than The Maxx. Two heroes forced into a situation that puts their physical and mental acumen to the test. Not just the type of brain power gained by years of training and deduction, but also the type of brain power one earns on the streets. That's easy enough to say for the Batman, but The Maxx goes about it in a whole different way. Imagine a funhouse mirror. You look into one, and what do you see? A warped, distorted vision staring back at you with your own eyes. Such can be said for these two heroes, if that's what you call them. Two sides of the same coin, one created on the streets of Gotham, the other who still lives there. Batman can only save what he knows; The Maxx can only save what he perceives. It'll take both to save the Outback and protect Julie and the Jungle Queen from unseen foes.
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.