One of the fantastic things about the internet is, even though it is jam packed with douche noodles, it has a really cool community of internet creatures to balance out some of the doucheyness. Artists, writers, humorist, oddball celebrities all hang out on the internet trying to do our thing. And the surprising thing is, a lot of us believe in helping each other out. I am not as connected as I should be, mostly because of my complete lack of social and networking skills, but I am slowly building up a circle of people I follow and I hope some of them follow me.
I made two decisions early on after I made this site. The first is that I would thank Sara and Paul O’Flaherty every chance I got for helping me start to see behind the curtain and teaching me so much about how to do this crazy interwebz thing. The second decision was to never write about a product I didn’t like for money. I understand why some people do it, and I don’t judge them for wanting to eat, but I didn’t have to do that.
Well, one of my fellow internet creatures approached me a few weeks ago about reviewing his comic book Zombie Outlaw. @Capn_Midnight (the writer of Zombie Outlaw) offered to send me free comic books in exchange for writing about them if I liked them. He got free publicity and I got free shit. I fail to see a downside. I’ve had time to read the two issues he sent me, and I actually really liked them.
First of all, these aren’t the type of comic books that take themselves too seriously. It is a funny, goofball premise that never pretends to be anything buy a funny story about a magical zombie at college. The art is cartoony but great. (I will say that the screaming feminist got annoyed that every single female had a tiny waist, huge heart shaped ass, an giganormous tits with permanently hard nipples, but then I realized it was a fucking comic book.) The female lead character is a) a red head, which I love, and b) tougher and smarter than the males. One panel has a guy leaping through the air attacking with pencils tucked between his fingers like Wolverine’s claws. It’s pretty fracking epic. I know some of you guys would like it, or at least want to stare at the ridiculously large bazongas. Yay, huge bazongas for everyone!
It is actually Friday night and my sleep patterns are off, so I am a sleep drunk, and I need to wake up in a few hours. Forgive the strange quality of the review. Its me, not you.