Fantastic compendium of unintentionally funny comic-book panels; rumor has it that some of the panels were nicked from Superdickery, but I can neither confirm nor deny that allegation… nor does it really matter, as they’re all lifted to begin with anyhow.
Another classic of the intarweb, the essay “Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex” by Larry Niven:
What arouses Kal-El’s mating urge? Did kryptonian women carry some subtle mating cue at appropriate times of the year? Whatever it is, Lois Lane probably didn’t have it. We may speculate that she smells wrong, less like a kryptonian woman than like a terrestrial monkey. A mating between Superman and Lois Lane would feel like sodomy-and would be, of course, by church and common law.
…geez, way to overthink it, Larry.
Spiderman 3 Trailer here!
*The last part of that sentence should of course be read in your interior “Comic Book Guy” voice, which honestly is the way I hope you read the entire site. Worst. Footnote. Ever!
Most of these delightfully goony and macabre comics seem to exist to answer the question “What if Edward Gorey had both an online comic strip, and a serious problem with inhalants?”
I’ve met people that talk like this. Seriously, it’s awful. On a side note, Neil McAllister, the creator of this strip, is a really great guy. A while back, I asked him what comic lettering font he used for this and it turns out it was a font he made himself — then he sent it to me and I’ve been using it ever since. Thanks, Neil, you rock.
The Simpsons’ Comic Book Guy is based on a real man named T.M. Maple, a.k.a. The Mad Maple, who submitted incredibly knowledgeable and obsessive missives to the letters pages of comic books starting in the late 1970’s. A small sample of his letters can be found here.
This is simply glorious.
You know, to some extent, I miss the days of passionate but incompetent fan publication. If you look at early role-playing games, they were total labors of love, created by people without the skills to create them. The passion came through, though. Likewise, the fanzines of days past. A shitty web page just doesn’t have the “labored for hours at my kitchen table” feel.