There are 4.3million comics printed daily and only 5 that people know exist (fact checked by YO MAMMA! Google it, bitches!). I myself, only knew of the 5 until recently when I went to The Baltimore Comic Con and learned not only is there a shit-ton more but a lot of fat chicks dressed like Catwoman. Where a lesser person with no shame would focus on the glorious costumes and mock the failed attempts at fitting in, we are taking the high road. So now to share some of my Zombielicious, mentally disturbed finds that exist beyond the glory of Batman and The Walking Dead with you all!
Everyone knows the story of Rick Grimes and his quest for both survival and his family after awaking alone in a post-apocalyptic world. With police training and the remainder of his stations armory he embarks upon the story we are so addicted to. But what of the other side? What if our Government tried to find a cure for the mutation? What if they injected the virus and their "cure" into their top soldiers? And what if it didn't work ... except for one. Enter Tommy Zombie. He survived, but not how they planned. He hates the moaners. destroys the ones who cross his path. He thinks and talks and he loves brains! "Tommy Zombie" is Slackjaw Comics premier comic and takes on a gory and well drawn story of this loan survivor. It's a unique a vision and with only the first issue available, has already managed to create a longing for more. Check out the Slackjaw website http://www.slackjawcomics.com/ to snag your copy of this newbie in the comic world.
I must admit, I never thought I would be attending a convention of comic books let alone, telling people to check them out. I will tell you one book in particular changed my life. I was beckoned to one vender with something shiny, I'm sure, and a hey you. I had thus far weaved in and around numerous Superheroes and Stormtroopers, with and without pants, hopelessly searching for any bit of belonging in an otherwise "wholesome" world. Little did I know this moment would lead to the happiest moment of my trip.
|Holy Trouser-Press Batman! Gotham has been pant-napped!|
"Do you have a dark sense of humor?"
"Do Pimps smack Hoes?"
So I then began to read the greatest book to ever combine the Boogie Man, an aborted fetus, and a girl scout. It was brilliant. I now recommend everybody who finds enjoyment in the sick, twisted, disturbing and beautifully grotesque check out Arsenic Lullaby and buy a second copy for your most prudish friend. More importantly, don't ever tell your kids the Boogie Man does not exist. Writer and Illustrator, Douglas Paszkiewicz has gained a very loyal fan for life. Not only that, he has convinced me that there are many more people like me out there. I am not crazy. If you do not check out Arsenic Lullaby you are a wacktard (so says the crazy lady!).
With delight in my heart, I continued through the convention. I was no longer bitter with my man-meat for dragging me here. I felt like I was part of something bigger. Something amazing! The world is filled with a glorious morbid wonder and i like it!
Convinced that more twisted treats awaited the aisles of the convention, my whale-penis* husband and I continued our search...*dork. However, our next discovery caused both confusion and tummy giggles.
Meet the Krayola Krew. This 5-piece crayon box dress as neon colored condoms to prevent procreation in Baltimore. One glimpse of these brightly colored douchteens will provide an ample amount of fear to deter you from potentially bringing more re-cock-ulous douchery into this world. I bet their parents are real proud.
Now that my ovaries had shriveled up and were trying to claw there way out of my body, we began searching for more substance. We found a very hefty, possibly sweaty Dr.Doom.
I then began to fear when I realized Darth Vader and Kick-Ass had joined forces.
|"Something, something DARK SIDE... join us!"|
To make matters worse, Optimus Prime had turned on humanity.
|"Nobody move or the kid gets it!"|
I wanted to ask Batman for help but he had united with Gothams most evil of villains.
|Isn't that your mother in the gas mask?|
Was there any hope left for a zombie-loving fiend in a comic book world? Two darling little angels seemed to think so. They guided us to a most enjoyable of discussions.
|"Come with us if you want to eat brains."|
Around the corner discussing the benefits of blades vs. bullets was Alfredo Torres. Each week, Torres contemplates this and other great questions facing a survivalist on his podcast Torres vs. Zombies.
Where will you go? How will you get there? A crowbar? A bat? Of course, we immediately felt at home in this discussion. My brilliant, soon-to-be-published writer-of-The Reaper Virus husband had much to add to the conversation. Soon, he was holding a mic in his hand and enjoying his first interview. Oh my friend... I'm sure you are curious as to what was said in that interview... go here! It's a lovely listen! To think! If not for two little creepy zombie girls who never, EVER smiled ever, we would have missed this audible gem! Torres vs. Zombies makes a great addition to the life of any prepared zombie survivalist. (It is however, lacking in the post-apocalyptic beauty department... )
With both of us pleased with our Baltimore Comic-Con experience, we called it a day. Time to return with our zombie treasures and unleash them upon the world. It is my hope that you benefited from this very serious discussion. Don't be ashamed. Grab a comic and enjoy. No one is going to call you a nerd... to your face! Until next time, stay pretty and prepare.