Love is in the air at Fanboy Comics! In this magical month of romance and enchantment, the FBC Staff and Contributors decided to stop and smell the roses. In the days leading up to Valentine's Day, a few members of the Fanboy Comics crew will be sharing their personal love letters to the areas of geekdom they adore the most.
Dear Maggie Greene,
I’m about to share something with you more frightening than any intestine-munching zombie apocalypse could ever conjure up.
Love it or hate it, the Ghostbusters world is about to duplicate into another universe this summer with Sony’s reboot about 7 months away. Since I fall into the latter camp, as I’m unhappy with my favorite movie of all time being unnecessarily rebooted, I take whatever new material that revolves around the original crew that I can get my hands on.
Love is in the air at Fanboy Comics! In this magical month of romance and enchantment, the FBC Staff and Contributors decided to take a moment to stop and smell the roses. In the week leading up to Valentine's Day, a few members of the Fanboy Comics crew will be sharing their very personal "Love Letters" with our readers, addressed to the ones that they adore the most.
Dear Grimlock, Snarl, Slag, Sludge, and Swoop,
I like dinosaurs.
Actually, saying I like dinosaurs is similar to saying Charlie Sheen likes adult beverages. It’s a bit of an understatement. In fact, I can pretty much remember loving the now-extinct giant lizards ever since I could walk around on my own two feet. There is something inherently appealing to 5 year olds about the idea of large, colorful reptiles that stomped around the Earth, kicking the crap out of each other, and I was not immune to their allure. While most boys within my age demographic adopted the T-Rex as their most beloved dino – for obvious reasons – the plant-eating Stegosaurus quickly took the mantle as my favorite thunder lizard. There was just something about the symmetrically shaped armor plates that stood up on end along the creature’s back that I found absolutely mesmerizing. Oh yeah, and the ginormous, 3-foot-long tail spikes the over-sized reptile used to fend off enemies may have had a little something to do with it, too.
If I told you that my favorite holiday themed television event of all time is the X-Files episode titled, “How the Ghosts Stole Christmas,” would you promise not to laugh at me uncontrollably? (At least keep it to a giggle, will ya?) Yes, indeed. The sixth show of the sixth season, which guest starred Ed Asner and Lily Tomlin, is far and away my most cherished TV holiday viewing pleasure. Those that have read some of my past Fanboy Comics reviews of IDW’s X-Files comic series may have seen this admission coming like a freight train, seeing as I have espoused my love of the FBI’s most infamous sci-fi duo on countless occasions via this site.
As Halloween is fast approaching, the Fanboy Comics staff and contributors decided that there was no better way to celebrate this horrifically haunting holiday than by sharing our favorite scary stories! Be they movies, TV shows, video games, novels, or anything other form of entertainment, members of the FBC crew will be sharing their "scariest" stories each day leading up to Halloween. We hope that you will enjoy this sneak peek into the terrors that frighten Fanboy Comics!
There aren’t too many things that are as frightening as the tongue-twisting title above, but if you decide to stick around for the rest of this sordid, little tale, I can promise you a story that won’t disappoint. (No guarantees and no money back. Offer valid in 49 states. Sorry, Tennessee.)
When one thinks of The X-Files, some of the first things that come to mind are Mulder, Scully, Mulder's online video collection, Scully, Skinner, Cancer Man, and, in case I didn’t mention it yet, Scully. My point here is the fact that most people are more familiar with Mulder's adult video fetish than they are with the history of the X-Files themselves (not that there’s anything wrong with that).
It was only a few short months ago that BOOM! Studios followed Sony Studios down the proverbial rabbit hole with their re-imaging (a.k.a. unnecessary reboot) of the venerable 1987 classic RoboCop. I’m not going to bore you with my feelings about this property getting rebooted, seeing as I already did that with my Fanboy Comics review of RoboCop: Hominem Ex Machina. The only additional comment I will make is that since that review, I did go to see the new RoboCop in theaters, and all I can say is I regret not opting for the root canal instead.
Luckily, it seems BOOM! may have seen the error of Sony’s ways in deciding to take things back to the original where they belong, Verhoeven’s RoboCop of '87. In fact, BOOM! has wisely gone back to the events pre-dating the events in RoboCop 2 and 3, starting the reader off in an Old Detroit literally seconds after the credits finished rolling from the first film.
Words can’t describe how much I love the adventures of FBI agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully (especially Dana Scully). Thus, it only made sense to review a copy of IDW’s The X-Files Art Gallery, whichm as the title suggests, is short on words. Outside of a few quick Q&A blurbs with the contributing artists, this book is all about pictures.
If there is one thing that sets me apart from 109% of the male contingent on this planet, it’s that I’m an admitted hopeless romantic. Note the word "admitted," as I have no doubt that there is a percentage of men out there that do have some romanticism coursing through their veins, but they’d most likely prefer being locked up in a room for 30 days straight watching The Bachelor reruns than care to admit to it.
When IDW first announced they would be using their new X-Files exclusive comic property of my favorite television series of all time to produce a crossover that included my favorite film ever produced, including two other properties whose toy lines I grew up with, I pretty much went into the geek equivalent of anaphylactic shock. It felt like all things in the world were finally righting themselves; world peace had just been achieved, cancer had been cured, and the Kardashians finally had their show cancelled.