August 5th, 2011
comicallyvintage:

Who needs enemies with friends like Superman?

comicallyvintage:

Who needs enemies with friends like Superman?

August 1st, 2011
theinsanerobin:

Klingon nerds get bullied too.

Poor Z’fraM Qo’QraN

theinsanerobin:

Klingon nerds get bullied too.

Poor Z’fraM Qo’QraN

July 31st, 2011
spockisnotimpressed:

Spock is Not Impressed by TOS in the style of JJ Abrams

spockisnotimpressed:

Spock is Not Impressed by TOS in the style of JJ Abrams

July 30th, 2011
spockisnotimpressed:

Spock is Not Impressed with Kirk’s new hairpiece

I still can’t believe the artist thought giving Kirk an afro was a convincing disguise

spockisnotimpressed:

Spock is Not Impressed with Kirk’s new hairpiece

I still can’t believe the artist thought giving Kirk an afro was a convincing disguise

July 28th, 2011
This is one of mine, too. Spock is not impressed by lens flares.

This is one of mine, too. Spock is not impressed by lens flares.

(Source: spockisnotimpressed)

Oshkosh, Wisconsin. 1984. I’m six (“and a half!”) years old, and this is the year I would discover some seriously cool stuff: Transformers and G.I. Joe. While G.I. Joe had debuted two years earlier, and my older brother, Kevin, doubtless had some of the toys, I didn’t really notice that stuff until after I’d turned six. At this point, I was beginning to become one of the “big kids,” and my tastes in toys reflected that. The fact that, a year later in 1985, both toy lines would have TV shows – which were, really, little better than half-hour-long daily commercials for said toys – certainly aided in my discovery.

I never imagined that I’d see the words “Re-Animator” and “The Musical” together in the same sentence (let alone the same title), but it not only exists, it’s an incredibly funny, over-the-top piece of musical theater. 

The first year after my parents separated and we’d moved from California to Wisconsin was, relatively, uneventful. My mother told me that, at the time, she took us all to see a counselor to help us deal with the feelings brought on by the separation and divorce, but I don’t remember that; my memories from this young age are fleeting. I was in preschool that year, and one of the few clear memories I still have of that time was my first, colossal mistake.