Author Archives: Rob Reuter

Comic-Con 2010: Clowns To The Left Of Me, Jokers To The Right

Posted on July 24, 2010 by Rob Reuter

An inquisitive reader (Who knows I know his home address and the name of his employer and should know better than to demand I do ANYTHING beyond drinkfree whiskey that he’s providing) writes: Where’s the pix? I know there are … Continue reading →

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Nerd Prom 2010: We Are All Locals Now

Posted on July 22, 2010 by Rob Reuter

People LINED UP for this shit. I spoke to people who were proud to get it because it was free. SO WHAT? So is herpes, and you don’t generally have to stand in line for an hour to get it… then again, if you find yourself in a situation where you do, fuck it; herpes is a small price to pay. [read more at link] Continue reading →

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Nerd Prom 2010: Back In The Saddled

Posted on July 21, 2010 by Rob Reuter

But first? Fresh food. I am prepared to start cracking open a few shells and forking out the sweet, sweet virgin meat. After all, it’s Comic-Con, which means that Stormtrooper cosplayers are in season. Continue reading →

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It’s In The Hole

Posted on April 1, 2010 by Rob Reuter

So fuck golfing, all people want to see how you handle the situation… because up until now, you have handled it all wrong. You can trust me, Tiger; after all, I am a man who knows a thing or two about creating a public spectacle. [read more at link] Continue reading →

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The Last Temptation of Netflix, Part 2

Posted on March 31, 2010 by Rob Reuter

And now it’s time for the Last Supper, except Scorsese stages it as all the disciples eating on the ground in a big square, thus allowing Marty to implicit call Leonardo da Vinci a dissembling hack… although if you pause the movie and look at how everyone is seated, where things are placed and how background objects are arranged, a secret message becomes impossible to ignore! That message is: you are drunk as a lord and bored shitless by this fucking movie. [read more at link] Continue reading →

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