You have to understand, I had to post this. Every time – every. single. time. – I look at this, laughter bubbles up, and by the time I get to the banana and brilliant “poop” exclamation, well, I’ve lost it.
“The Avengers- aka that movie where Tony Stark keeps falling off of things”
My w
eeks-long search for Captain America – No, no. It’s not like that. I mean, I’m not a stalker or anything. It’s a magazine I’m talking about here. With, you know, Captain America on the cover. Ahem – has finally born fruit. Behold! The Trinity! Can I get an Amen! and a high-five? (I was looking for these for forever, people. Just ask the guy at B&N who, the last time I was in searching the magazine section, rightly observed ‘I think they’re just screwing with you now.’)
Rather than editing my previous post on the reissues of Edgar Rice Burroughs’ John Carter stories, I’ll just throw a few pictures of my most recent acquisition – yet another omnibus; this one is hardcover and fantastically illustrated throughout – up here. With the rest of the booty in this random treasure chest. (*looks at page on left admiri–* Naked body what?! I, uh, didn’t notice that before.)
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If you have not seen The Superhero Squad Show…Wait.You mean you haven’t seen The Superhero Squad Show? Dude. This is, like, the best show. The number of tweets I’ve devoted to quoting it alone…Anyway. It’s hilarious. Go forth. Watch.
I’ve inflicted enough random on you for one day. Reviews soon, promise.
