For pre-orders, email firstname.lastname@example.org. Pre-orders will be accepted for the month of June. Certain items have a minimum number that have to be ordered (see below) in order for us to be able to have them made. On 7/1/19 I will email everyone who pre-ordered with their totals and payment will be due by 7/8/19. Merch will ship during the month of July. If you have any questions, please email.
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MSPH 90’S THEMED SHIRTS- Available in Black, Light Blue, and Pink
$20 each (+$3 for 2XL or larger)
(color may vary slightly, but will be very close)
STICKERS – All Seeing Poo logo and Enter the Dragon Logo
2″ x 2″ square
3″ x 2″ rectangle
$1 each (10% off additional stickers)
Poominati Patch- minimum 25 needed to produce
1.5″ x 5″ embroidered
$7 each (10% off additional patches)
MSPH 90’s Themed Logo Enamel Pin – minimum 25 needed to produce
$10 each (10% off additional Pins)
Poopsocket – All Seeing Poo logo, minimum 50 needed to produce
Nearly a year ago, my best friend since high school, Dom, moved into a new house. This is relevant, because thanks to this move, I came into possession of several spindles of DVDs containing hundreds of DVDs. I was so excited to get these DVDs that they sat collecting dust. Continue reading →
Spotlight is the newest film from director Tom McCarthy that follows the “Spotlight” team of investigative journalists from the Boston Globe, which exposedthe Archdiocese of Boston’s cover up of pedophiliac priests from the last 70’s until the early 2000’s. The film stars Michael Keaton, Rachel McAdams and Mark Ruffalo as the main investigators into the church and follows the actual investigation launched by the team at the Boston Globe.
It’s been a week since San Diego Comic Con, and I miss it just a bit. Lines upon lines to wait in line. This is what I expected and what I got from my first full run of Comic Con. Last year I had done one full day, and was pretty exhausted from all that I had seen and done. This year I thought it would be better since I had the preview night and full week pass. I was completely wrong. The first thing I messed up with was not buying parking in advance which led to at least an hour of driving around downtown until I found a spot I could snag.
Preview night was packed upon entry. Instantaneous long lines formed for each big toy booth and I was quickly pulled into each one on accident. I managed to work my way through the crowds and get a few exclusives that night. Even leaving proved to be a big problem. I got to unwind before the next day, knowing I wouldn’t be in a rush. Thursday morning my girlfriend and I arrived full of energy and hope. We didn’t dress up to help us move through the crowds to get to the other exclusives I had missed the night before. From minute one it was packed. We all moved through the isles snapping photos and looking a all the cool stuff. We barely were able to move due to the mass of people. At 11 we proceeded outside to wait with what seemed to be over five thousand people to try to win one of 1500 Lego minifigures. We waited in the heat for four hours until we got to push the sweet iPad random drawing machine. My girlfriend scored one and with that we called it a day. As always leaving proved to be a big problem. Friday and Saturday were both the same. Dressed in our Cosplay we fought through crowds to get around and see everything the con had to offer. We ended up getting in line for random panel drawings but after 3 hours all of our choices were gone, so I had to console myself in downtown with lots of beer. Sunday was much better. We arrived early, before doors, and found free parking about three blocks away. We came from the far side and passed by people in the infamous Hall H line. I over heard people saying that they’ve been in line for 24 hours to hopefully get a seat inside. I was determined to get to the Funko booth to score some toys but that proved useless. Getting yelled at to slow down didn’t help and watching the man in front of me snag the last ticket broke my heart. We decided to lag and waste time to see the guys from Supernatural and were able to snap good photos until the crowd moved in and broke the chainsaw arm I had spent so much time making. With that we bid the con farewell and set out to the adult swim area in back. We pre registered so we walked right in and got down to carnival business. After a fee hours we called it quits with sweet prizes in our hands. We got in the car and drove the 4 hours home. It was nice to be away from all of it but instantly I was missing all my brothers in our sardine can. Maybe I’ll plan it out better next time, but winging it for our first full trip was great.
The initial title for this article was going to be “So I Bought an Archie Comic”, because when I first thought about it, I didn’t think I’ve bought any Archie comics since I was a kid, if even then. After doing a minute or two of thinking, I realized 2 years ago I bought the first issue of Afterlife with Archie. I actually thought it was pretty good, but for some reason I didn’t get into it and didn’t purchase or read anymore of it. I’m not an Archie fan, never felt any draw to the story or the characters. I vaguely remember watching “The New Archies” when I was 6 or 7, but I’m so unfamiliar with Archie that I didn’t realize that Sabrina the Teenage Witch was from that universe until I read Afterlife with Archie. Color me clueless.
I read an article on Bleeding Cool a couple months ago that Archie Comics briefly had a Kickstarter campaign trying to raise $350,000.00 to fund a few comics in their new Archie universe after the launch of a new Archie #1, which would bring Archie and Riverdale more into the 21st century. The Kickstarter lasted only a few days before they cancelled it due to internet outrage that a company was using a crowd funding site to raise capital. I didn’t give the book another thought until Monday when I was looking over the list of books coming out this week, I figured I would flip through the book at my local comic shop and if it looked decent I’d give it a shot.
When I go to the comic book store yesterday to pick up my normal stack of books, I found out that Mark Waid (Daredevil) was writing the book and Fiona Staples (Saga) was doing the art. Since I have been really enjoying Mark Waid’s Daredevil run and Fiona Staples art has helped make Saga one of my favorite books, I didn’t even flip through the book, I committed to it site unseen. The only thing I had to figure out was which one of the 22 cover options I was going to get (I decided on the J Scott Campbell Cover).
Other than knowing I was a fan of Mark Waid and Fiona Staples’ other work, I went into this book with very little expectations except for it to maybe be a little hokie. That’s always been Archie’s MO right?
As soon as I opened the book, I was happy to see that the art style is Saga-like. Unlike some artists ::cough:: John Romita Jr ::cough::, the similar art style isn’t distracting. Every panel is vibrant & rich, making the story absolutely fun to look at. Mark Waid’s writing is very very good. The book is a different style than Daredevil, with 75%+ of Archie’s dialog is with the reader instead of with other characters. I’ll try not to spoil too much (because this book is worth picking up) but this issue focuses on the recent break of Archie and Betty and how that turns Riverdale High on it’s ear. I definitely enjoyed it, and the hinting of Veronica’s arrival have made me want to pick up issue 2 to see where everything heads. One issue is a little early to commit, but it was enjoyable and if the coming issues continue that trend, they may just have convinced me to become a regular Archie reader.
Thanks to our good pal, Siike, we have a sneak peek of Image Comics “Sons of the Devil” #3 by Brian Buccellato. I love this book and from what I’ve heard a lot of you have been reading it and loving it too. If you haven’t checked it out yet, what the hell are you waiting for?
Sons of the Devil #3 hits comic shop shelves July 22nd.
This weekend I paid my monthly visit to the psychologist so I could get a refill on my meds. I’ve been on and off medication for a very long time. I was a terror as a child and it took until I was about 12 for my family to realize they might need some professional help with me. I was diagnosed with depression and ADHD and was medicated accordingly. We tried a myriad of different combinations to try and fix my broken head. My mom tells me at some point I was on Wellbutrin but it made me even skinnier than I already was and turned my skin green. I don’t remember this but I was always deathly thin. Thin to the point where my mom would make me weight gainer shakes with ice cream every morning. One of the constants was Ritalin. Ritalin was always helpful. I was a sharp kid but maintaining focus was always a challenge. I took two doses daily. About 30 minutes or so after my morning dose I had this one to two hour window of joyful productiveness. My grades in the classes closest to my Ritalin doses were always highest. Around college I took myself off all medications, which I believe was Ritalin and Prozac, a cocktail I had been on since I was 14. I believed they were rotting my brain and destroying my memory. Surely it had nothing to do with the fact that I started every day with a gravity bong hit. I lasted three semesters before failing out of college.
After struggling unmedicated for years, I decided to give it another shot while working for Howard Stern in New York City. Many of my coworkers were in therapy and saw great results from proper medication so I decided to give it another shot. I went back on a small dosage of Lexapro but wasn’t sure it did much for me other than the initial placebo effect. Eventually the monthly trips uptown to see the doctor and refill my prescription became too annoying a task so I just stopped. Going off meds cold turkey is never a good idea but I had never felt the effects in the past so why would this time be any different? It turned out to be quite the fuck up on my part. The withdrawals from Lexapro had me constantly on edge and anxious. Week 2 without Lexapro started giving me brain shocks which basically feels like someone’s holding a 9 volt battery on my exposed brain.
After moving to Los Angeles and being 3000 miles from my friends and family and job security made my psyche even more vulnerable. When depression and panic hit me, it hit me especially hard. I went back to my typical American over medicated ways. I’m always striving for improvement in any aspect I can. Perfection is an impossible goal but the second you give up pursuing it is the moment you’ve let life defeat you. If there’s a chance a handful of pharmaceuticals can improve my quality of life I’ll give it a try.
During my most recent visit to my licensed pill pusher I disclosed that I’m still struggling with anxiety. I had quite a few panic attacks in the past week and one of them happened live on the radio. He recommended I take a pill called Buspar rather than try something addictive like Xanax. It’s hard to tell whether my anxiety is from within or caused by outside forces. When something impacts my life I react. It’s likely I react more than the average person and stress myself out over it. More often than not I’m able to keep my outward composure but inside I do suffer. I’m not sure if that’s something that goes away by swallowing a pill. Being neurotic is in my DNA.
My most recent change before Buspar being added to the mix was switching from Paxil to Wellbutrin. I knew the risk of Wellbutrin turning me green but Paxil had just killed my penis. Getting an erection has never been a problem. I’ve never once in my life not been able to get hard when I needed to be. No amount of drugs, alcohol or just recently having sex has ever hindered me getting a boner. Even though I’m only a month from turning 33 I suppose I should still consider myself lucky in that regard. When I say Paxil killed my penis I mean it took all sensation from me. When I would have sex or masturbate I would just keep going and going with no climax. You’d think this would be a superpower for most men who rationally fear premature ejaculation. This might even be worse. Girls don’t want a two pump chump but they also don’t want you sweating on top of them pumping away for 90 minutes straight. These marathon sessions might be a pleasant surprise once in a blue moon but not every time you have sex. My libido has always been unusually strong and these medications never dampened my desire for sex. I also feared that having sex for 90 minutes straight without cumming would cause some insecurity in my girlfriend that she wasn’t getting the job done. Unfortunately, going back to Wellbutrin also sent me back to being a minute man.
When it seemed like our session was wrapping up the doctor told me about a new program they’re trying out which he claimed was soon to be a staple in psychology. It’s called a buccal swap. Supposedly all they need to do is swab the inside of my mouth for some tissue samples that a lab can analyze and determine which medications will work for me and which won’t. This would eliminate any need to blindly sample pills for a month at a time and move on to the next one. It’s an alarming thought for some anonymous lab to have my DNA on file but I’ve already whored my genetic material out in the name of entertainment. On the Jason Ellis show this year all of us on the staff sent samples of our saliva to a lab so we could get our complete history of our geological make up to reveal on air.
My shrink sent me to the receptionist who was to administer the swap. The receptionist took me to a side room and pointed out to me that the only rubber gloves left in the building poorly fit his big gorilla hands. This was clear to me by a massive tear in the wrist area. Watching him put the ill fitting glove on his other hand was what I imagine it would look like if a well hung porn star tried to use a non inflated balloon as a condom. He then explained how this swabbing was going to play out. He had three cotton swabs that would be used on the inside of both cheeks and the inside of my upper lip and gum area. He shyly approached my face and expressed that this would be as awkward for him as it would be for me. At this point he pulled my cheek out and began rolling the cotton swab against the soft tissue of my mouth and then began to poke the cheek from the inside. Once again my mind goes to porn. I felt like one of those girls you see giving a sideways blowjob that you only in porn flicks where the mans dick presses against the cheek from the inside. This move never really made sense to me. I don’t understand how that would feel better than a regular blowjob where it just goes straight in. And now seeing how it feels from the woman’s perspective I can say wholeheartedly that is a lose/lose sex act. The final act of my swabbing was the gum area was to get tissue from the inner upper lip. This was strangely violent and the pain hitting the gums above my teeth was unexpected. I actually felt pain tears welling up in my eyes but my pride would never allow me to ask this poorly gloved receptionist to calm down with his aggressive swabbing. Luckily the 30 seconds ended quickly, my oral violation was finished and my DNA was off to some unknown scientist to do with whatever he so pleased. What’s the worst that could happen? Maybe my DNA could fall into the hands of a rogue laboratory lunatic who would clone me. I can see how having a spare me could have its benefits in case of disease or limb loss.
It probably isn’t a popular opinion for this site to say that the newest Avengers movie is a dud. Marvel and comic book fans seem to love this film and yet I couldn’t have been more bored or dumbfounded by the choices that Whedon eventually made. The film centers as all of these films seem to have done on machinations made by Tony Stark. Tony Stark is easily the least interesting of all these characters and there isn’t really a reason anyone in the group should like or respect him. As such the movie fails in large part because of this reliance and the fact that it has an equally uninteresting villain.
There are certain rappers whose legacy is debatable… Raekwon The Chef is not one of them. Rae’s spot in the hip hop mural has been etched in stone since 36 Chambers and his unforgettable verse on “C.R.E.A.M.” After the buzz of Wu-Tang’s debut album, Rza stuck Rae 3rd in the line-up behind Method Man’s “Tical” and Gza’s “Liquid Swords.” In 1995, when it was Raekwon’s turn to release his debut solo album, he unleashed arguably the best Wu-Tang solo album to date (in my opinion), “Only Built 4 Cuban Linx.” That shit right there is in the exclusive, penthouse, luxury suite of classic albums. Rae’s been trying to capture that critical acclaim and commercial success ever since. “Fly International Luxurious Art” is Raekwon’s latest offering.
While working the counter at tattoo shops I ran through the same conversation almost all the time. Years later, with Photoshop skills out the ass, I decided to create a visual representation of the monotony of these conversations. For the most part these people were high school seniors or college freshman trying to make permanent remembrances of the stupidest parts of their lives or older women in groups, drunk on wine, who decide to yell if they don’t get what they want.