Marvel has decided to go all out on its space awesomeness with a website for War of Kings. I’m so fucking thrilled I could shit on a kitten. All sorts of awesome bastard characters are going to be showing up so stay tuned, because I’m going to be making love to you all night long with the lubricant that is War of Kings. Below you can find an array of freaks who will be appearing throughout the mini-series. Blastaar, King of the Negative Zone who shoots rays or something?; Lockjaw, teleporting dog; Hussar, cunty Imperial Guard member with electric whips; and Groot, giant treeman who yells “I am Groot!”
I have decided to become literate by reading the following novel. I don’t know what kind of insane magic went into getting this freakshow created and published, by all I have to say is, thank goodness for public domain. We can have Popeye porn now! Hurray. P&P&Z comes out May 13th, so everyone get it started right.
This is the very last Flat Eric commercial. It makes me cry. Two Halloweens ago, I played that fellow Angel, Flat Eric’s best bud. You can hear his grand story in the clip below. “If it wasn’t for stewed prunes, I wouldn’t be here.” There is nothing better than a really strange quote. I like taking a shower in my windshield wiper fluid.
The SAGs were on Sunday and I will do a full post on them and Oscar nods lateler tonight. Below is the best thing about the SAGs. Amy Pohler makes me poop rainbows in August. Hey look there’s my insane cousin Shirley McClain.
Life is a crazy mess of car accidents, inaugurations, sicknesses and clown sex. One of those doesn’t belong. That’s right. I’m not sick. Television babies have been annoying me lately. I watch two yesterday. One on Gargoyles and one on House and I have to see, they both such like a pony in a traffic accident. Below you will find a good failblog post about a store at which I plan on doing all of my shopping from this day forth.
Two more Flat Eric posts coming to you by the grace of our lord, the father almighty, Jesus Obama. I went to that shit and it was like a tomato in a sweat shop. Good. You know it. Soon you shall see what happens when one cuts off Flat Eric’s hair. Call PETA! You will also learn how cops are stupid and drawing is helpful. Get it new. I think the top clip is my new favorite! Flat Eric has rage in his soul.
Life! Fuck you. The Inauguration stole my away from this ol’ bloggity. I was only home for a grand total of 12 hours in the last 4 days and I want to die. Or sleep. Maybe just dleep. Die in my sleep. So I ruined myself with that whole top ten 2008 albums. I should have included Ladyhawke’s album in the number 7 spot and pushed V V Brown off because hers was just a single. An awesome single. But a single none the less. Anypoopy, This album makes my butt sing and my voice poo. Get it? The inverse or something. Below you shall find my favirt songs on this here business. The bestest one is Better Than Sunday, a song about turlets and magic and maybe a little bit about ponies. Second best is Dusk til Dawn. Bang Bang Bang MF!
Vagina Spray! V V Brown is making me moist. This shit, Leave is even better than Crying Blood. Gimme mo! Gimme mo. I’m buying this doody in London so f u. P.S. This bitch is one of the BBC’s top ten new artists of 2009. That shit includes previously posted Little Boots (#1!), Florence and The Machine (#3), Empire of the Sun (#4) and Frankmusik. Get it! Hit it.
Girls Aloud really cocked up by not including this song on their most recent album. It is entitled Memory of You and it’s got some ravey danceyness and a quality chorus with a bit of sex or something. I’m feeling bad that I’m doing poorly on the commentary bit lately. I shall have to start a new top ten list soon. What should it be? Give me your feedback, 3 folks who post comments. I already gots animals, Marvel redheads, 2008 albums and maybe something else, maybe not. Forgetful. I may ignore the proposed choices, of course, because I’m a jerk.
