2011 Rocks!

I used to own all of the Bandai Rockman X line, as well as a bunch of the Rockman 8 plasti-snaps. They ruled, to be sure, but not enough for me not to sell them when things got a little tight. There was something missing in those figs. Something lacking.

The new Kotobukiya Rockman line is irresistible. The quality of a Koto fig is something to behold. Every IP they snag gets treated like a crown jewel, and the attention to detail is phenomenal.

My desk. As it should be.

They watch me. They watch me type. They make me type. Help me...

A few months ago they pressed a Rock fig that is a must-have for a Rockman fan. You likely know this because I’ve posted about it. You can nab a Japanese kit from your favorite online importer or from Amazon. I am not sure, but I think there is a localized version coming; Rockman has a weird history with localization, though.

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Is it White Boy Day?

Kwame Kilpatrick the hip hop mayor of Detroit, has pled guilty to a pair of felony obstruction charges today, and will be stepping down from the big pimpin’ krunk party kingship office of the mayor and into a Wayne County jail.

He’s going to the slammer for 120 days and will owe the city one million items I’d buy that for.

Good luck, Kwame. Big ups. Thug life.

In other news, the new mayor has been chosen:

It is said that there will be an addition to the police force. More to come…

Your Childhood Was a Goddamned Lie

Arcee is a hotty

Lex and I took in a midnight showing of Transformers: The Movie last Saturday night at the Music Box. It was truly an event beholden of the markedly epic dreams I had as a child of doing things exactly like this when I became an adult.

The idea that I’d be in the theater watching the shit out of this movie again twenty-two years later was something of a super secret wish that occupied the same box as being paid to play with computers, being one of the Ninja Turtles and getting right the hell into Arcee’s pants. I am glad to say that I’ve done it, along with two of the remaining three super secret wishes. If you’re wondering which of two I mean, let me explain to you that I have been into – and currently have no-restriction access to – Arcee’s pants.

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