REPRINT FUZZYFACE on KICKSTARTER.COM

Hey all,
I am about to launch my campaign on kickstarter.com tomorrow to fund the reprinting of the the original graphic novel from Anti-Hero Brand Press, Fuzzyface: The Agnew Chainsaw Massacre 3.
Our funding goal is $3,500 in 30 days. This will give us the necessary funds to print 1,000 copies of the book with added features, print up postcards and buttons. If we exceed our goal, then we'll shoot for hardcover copies of the book, con appearances and other sweet promotional items.
Without you spreading the word about the gospel that is Fuzzyface, we may not make our goal. What I hope, is that even if you cannot fund the project, that you will facebook your friends. Write to local newspapers, and tweet about the project including links to the kickstarter page so people can get in on the action. Kickstarter is a great source not just for funding worthy projects, but promotion and networking. So please, feel free to use the images I am including here and in the press release I will also submit to my blog, a little bit later. Hell, copy and paste that fucker wherever you can.
Everyone who has read Fuzzyface has loved it. Venus of Necro did a fabulous job writing this epic tale of one deranged, puppetcidal little fuzzball with a chainsaw. But, Fuzzyface is a love story at heart. And I know the more people we get into this, the more will love the jokes, the comedy and tribute to Jim Henson and Tobe Hooper. Fuzzyface in a few words is, "Texas Chain Saw Massacre meets The Muppets." It's never been done before. It's the greatest combo since peanut butter and jelly, peanut butter and chocolate, bacon and eggs, bacon and bacon. It's that damn good. And I am damn proud that I have worked on a project this fun and successful.
LET'S DO THIS!

Jay & Silent Bob Chasing Dogma; A Hardcore Review *SPOILERS*

Kevin Smith's one note loser duo of Jay and Silent Bob first made it onto comic books with the Clerks comic book. Don't get me wrong, there is a place for dick and fart jokes, even on your graphic novel shelf. With writing by the enigmatic Smith and art by the seriously underrated Duncan Fegredo (Girl, and Tank Girl) seriously push the envelope of decency and self respect in this, god knows what the hell it was supposed to be about. But it did have the amazing origin of Suzanne which was hinted at in the end credits of Mallrats. Although they did redo said origin in Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back.
The artwork is fucking amazing. As only Fegredo can offer. You can follow Duncan on his official twitter account.... You can follow Duncan on his official twitter account.... or Smith for that matter. Aside from the professional formalities of whoring those two. Hope they have the decency to send that shit back my way. Especially since Smith stole the whole pigtails gimmick from me when I bumped into him at Wizard World 2005 in Los Angeles and then put it in Clerks 2. I want my two dollars.
Anyways, the story follows, I guess, lovable losers Jay and, his hetero life mate, Silent Bob as they get kicked out of Trish "The Dish's" living room after overstaying their welcome and ruining her interview with some Entertainment Tonight ripoffs.
Right now I am watching Chelsea Handler do standup, and it has me wondering if she really is a slut, like she pretends to be with her routine.
So the two bust down in the television section of an electronics store AND, wait for it..... watch the entire John Hughes library. Lunch Box starts crying and Jay of course probably starts dry humping something. Thing I don't get is the sheer number of bitches who think Jason Mewes is hot. I'm not gay, but I wouldn't fuck him WITH YOUR DICK!
The two get kicked out and then decide to go the Shermer in Illinois to become the resident weed suppliers for the white bread suburb. But hey, everyone has to have a dream, right?
Meanwhile, Suzanne jailbreaks from a train wreck from Provasic labs. Making like Harrison Ford in Fugitive with an incompetent Tommy Lee Jones lookalike chasing after her.
Somehow she runs across the duo and Jay makes his famous "super monkey" speech. But not before the two make it to someplace in Illinois where they hang out in a high school where Anthony Michael Hall and Emilio Estevez somehow haven't aged and are STILL in high school. Here's the twist, they are the chronic connection at that school, and they kick Jay and Lunch Box's asses and toss them in a locker room with a bunch of naked guys.
I can't really capitalize on an endearing moment on this book. Probably cause there really wasn't one. However, I am not saying all stories have to have viable substance or meaning. Cause I am pretty sure most of the comics I've done don't have people rethinking their lives. It's just pure entertainment at the lowest common denominator folks.
But, the art work, all in black and white and the writing mixed together are what make this such a great book. The style is way different from the Clerks comic, but expanding the View Askew universe. I honestly wish Smith put out more comics. And I wish Duncan get more credit for his truly unique style of work.
The time it took me to get back to this book, after probably at least a few years since I last read it was worth it. Since Kevin Smith is known for his dialog and plot I am going to go back to a great heel promo from ECW. Steve Corino, the self proclaimed "King of Old School" came out to the ring to confront the "Human Suplex Machine" Taz in what was a great cowardly heel moment. Corino told Taz that he could beat "the most miserable son of a bitch on the planet" easily. However, just moments before he had injured himself lifting 600, no 800 pounds on the bench press. The whole time, the crowd was chanting, "Taz is gonna kill you!" Since an obviously injured Corino was unable to make a run at the Champ, he brought out a man who could.... Chris Candido.

Grandma's Boy; A Hardcore Review

So, I had to do something heavily weed related for the April 20 (4/20) "Hardcore Review." And here it is, Grandma's Boy is a flick I have seen more than half a dozen times in the span of the last year and a half. And it is just as funny as the first time. Guy gets booted from his apartment, because his roommate takes the rent money and spends it on "massage therapy." Or as Kevin Nash says, "yeah, they'll massage your cock for money." It's hilarity the way I always wanted a slacker film to be. Slacker films took a dive in the mid ninties, but made a comeback with titles like Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, and Grandma's Boy. Ever wondered what the day to day life of a video game tester was like? It's pretty extreme, from losing your housing due to your roommates sexual proclivities to telling your coworkers why you are always tired due to the massive orgies you have almost nightly with your three female roommates. To your coworkers finding out you roommate with your grandma and her two elderly friends. And a twenty something virgin getting it on with one of said roommates, to a very quirky asshole who designs the games you test talking like a robot and thinking he's part of "The Matrix." This movie has everything you need in a qualit slacker flick, including plenty of sexual innuendo and almost an hour and half of weed smoking.
From thievery to lunchtime video game challenges to a guy jerking off without locking the bathroom door (not a pretty picture) with insanely hilarious results, Grandma's Boy is your cure to a boring night at home. It's probably even funnier when your stoned.
In terms of grading this fil m in my own unique way, I give this flick a high grade in Sandman versus Sabu at Houseparty 1998. The original Stairway to Hell match. Sabu breaks his jaw, and Sandman is bloodier than I have ever seen him in a vitory that takes knocking out the Suicidal, Homicidal, Genocidal Maniac with a homerun-like swing with Jim's trusty friend, a singapore cane.

Darkman; A Hardcore Review

SO Sam Raimi took his first STAB at superherodom in Darkman. A story about a scientist who happens to be working on artificial skin for burn victims who gets blown up really nicely in a huge real estate racketeering scheme headed by the guy who played the retarded guy on LA Law. Not a bad setup for a movie, unless you were planning on casting a future Oscar winner in a leading roll in Frances McDomand who won Best Actress for Fargo, and future Golden Globe and Oscar nominee for best actor in Liam Neeson in the title roll of Dr. Peyton Westlake. And yes I know the film is not called, Dr. Peyton Westlake, but her calls himself Darkman at the very end of the film when he dons the visage of perennial B Movie Scream King, and the man known as the "Human Chin" in Bruce Campbell.
Sam Raimi's retarded younger brother, who is only famous cause Sam refuses to do a movie unless Ted Raimi can somehow be involved, is also in it. And yes, he played Joxer in Xena, which makes me want to commit Hari Kari for even knowing that shit, much less so because I actually used to watch it. He gets killed by old Peyton first, in what has to be the award winner for best kill scene of the flick.
Take into account that pre Spider-Man, Sam Raimi worked on a plethora of motion pictures which had the budget of what I get paid annually. Then couple that with the fact that I watched this on HD DVD, and fuck you I have a Super Blu so I can watch both HD DVDs and Blurays. This has to be one of the worst movies ever put in HD. And that is purely based on the severely retarded amount of compositing that is done. And shitily at that. Things just don't seem to work out real well for our blown up and severely burned anti-hero. His love life is nonexistent due to the fact that his girlfriend, McDormand, thinks he is dead. And add to that the stress of being revenge driven and bat shit crazy as a Polyester shirt on a hot hot Summer day.
Poor Peyton can't catch a fucking break. Not when he somehow takes his girlfriend to the local carnival and runs afoul of a carnie who's fingers he destroys after knocking over milk bottles at his booth. And by somehow, I mean, this guys synthetic skin only lasts for 99 minutes in the light. SO how the fuck do you take someone out the carnival in only an hour and thirty-nine minutes? I don't know how you do that, or have a long meaningful conversation over coffee or lunch in only an hour and thirty-nine minutes. But hey, it's a movie, and one more it's a Sam Raimi movie. While MST3King our way through the flick it was thought that this was Raimi's first bigger budget movie. I think I agree with that assessment, but it still held his trademark cheesey directorial attributes. The head through cabinet glass, the moments of constant hilarity, and the uber bad compositing jobs. All in all, Sam Raimi's Darkman holds a special place in my movie viewing experience.
The hardcore wrestling moment I equate this cinematic classic with is somewhat unorthadox in scope. Not in a Rob Van Dam high flying and kick fest, but more like a car accident that you like to watch over and over again. Check out ECW One Night Stand 2006, right before the main event when RVD battles John Cena for the WWE title. The music hits and out comes Eugene? WTF? This guy isn't hardcore. I mean the concept Vince had for this character was downright offensive to me, as someone who works with adults with DD. But they ended the reign of Eugene by bringing out the Sandman who caned the shit out of Eugene, even chasing him back to the dressing room, while beating him with his Kendo Stick.