107. In Blackest Night

A few weeks ago, Time Warner released the official trailer for DC Comics' Green Lantern. Since I was about 10-years-old, the Green Lantern has always been my favorite superhero, so it comes to no surprise that I'm more-than-excited about this film. After I saw the trailer I felt like a child again. I remembered all those times that I pretended I was Kyle Rayner, creating out-of-this-world constructs and fighting bad guys with the most powerful weapon in the universe. It was a pretty awesome feeling and then it started: all of the complaints. As with every single nerd property turned film, you have your fair share of folks who will pick it apart detail by detail. While some of their comments are valid, a majority are just hollow criticisms.

That's not what bothers me though, what bothers me is when I hear others condemn anyone who dares feel some form of joy. Look, if you have something to say about the movie and would like to air concerns, go right ahead. When you start calling people idiots for liking something you don't, especially when it's a trailer, you're just being silly. I say let people enjoy what they wish to as long as they're not hurting themselves or anyone else. That being said, summer 2011 is when a childhood dream comes true, and I couldn't be happier.

Aaron
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069. Gooble Gobble, Gooble Gobble

Another year brings another Comic Con and tons of over-weight cos players. When I lived in California, I used to go to the Comic Con in San Diego every year. After five years in a row, the luster and love I had for it left me. I used to love the Comic Con, but eventually I realized I was seeing the same people dressed as the same things each year, only now there were even more large beasts sweating next to me in the overcrowded show room. Also, I realized that I could just read all of the news about the event from the comfort of my home.

In today's comic, I decided to showcase how more and more people who aren't typical "nerds" are going to Comic Con. While these people are dressed up, don't confuse them as being a part of the same nerd family you belong to. They are a mutated race of people ready to make fun of you as soon as they find out you're actually into things like D&D and Dr. Who.

So while at Comic Con, I say hold on to your official Torchwood wallets and wear your novelty Space Ghost condoms when banging strange furies.

James