The most important thing you need to know before reading about all the terrible things Rob Liefeld has drawn is that he has never seen or talked to a woman in his life and has no idea what they look like or how their bodies operate. Scientific Podcast Goes Boink, Episode 168 He was a revolutionary and helped co-found Image Comics when all the hot artists ditched their classic gigs (like Spider-Man, the X-Men, and, uh, Guardians of the Galaxy) for creator-owned projects. He had his own Levi's commercial directed by Spike Lee in the 90s. You know how people draw comics? Rob doesn't do that. I'm a little more bitter about the loss of innocence than Bill, but we both don't appreciate Garth Ennis having Superman demand blowjobs in a comic and expecting people to call him a genius.Īnd then, there's Rob Liefeld. Talented people did and still work on comics and as immature and goofy as any hobby can be, they should be respected and admired for their work. Comics were once for kids and now they're for the adults who loved them as kids but suddenly became adults with no upward motivation. It was a grand and miserable time for all involved, and as a result now Spider-Man wears flying armor and the good writers we lost, guys like Alan Moore, are busy writing graphic novels about how Snow White loves fucking the Seven Dwarves in a metaphorical Future Paris or whatever. Kids were replaced by old men with backing boards, and eventually the kids and the old men became one, and 9 out of 10 kids you met collected comics for the money they'd never see and gave you the most turd-burgling stink-eye if you took the literally, figuratively, and creatively worthless SPIRITS OF VENGEANCE out of its polybag. They'd always been popular and we'd always collected and enjoyed them, but a surge of popularity brought out collectors and special editions and all the shit we've learned to deal with from breakfast cereals and television punditry. well, I'm sorry for this in advance.Ĭomic books exploded when I was about ten years old. If that doesn't tell you everything you need to know about Rob Liefeld. Also, you can find the sequel, 40 MORE of the worst Rob Liefeld drawings, right HERE. Holy Lord, Rob Liefeld is bad at drawing. It is coming with a fierce vengeance.This feature was originally published on November 14th, 2007. Can I make it to the bathroom? NO.it's not going to happen. Once I entered the house, I could feel it coming. I prepared myself for the long walk to the door and the fact that I would have to get my keys out and get into the house. I finally made it home without a problem, but couldn't seem to get out of the car. Every single light that I could have made turned red to taunt me with the inner struggle that my mind and stomach muscles were having. Each new light that entered into my life stopped me. I envisioned myself running the light so that the tragic accident would not take place. I got to the light at 8th street and was stopped once more. I had made it this far, and I wasn't going to let this happen to me AGAIN! We exchanged glances, as he gave me a sympathetic look. I looked the driver in the white Subaru in the eyes and he knew. As I got to the end of 9th street, I was stopped by the light. I could feel my butt muscles contracting and releasing and knew that I didn't have long. So, below, my friends, you will see what started the next revolution in "bathroom reading." Enjoy!Īs I was turning right onto O'Farrell, I noticed an even deeper burning in the pit of my stomach. We talked about the weather, the changing leaves, and our relationships, and/or lack of relationships.Īs I dropped Allyson off at home, I realized that I didn't have much time left. So, we had our usual conversation about people who almost pooped their pants, etc, and go on about our business as mature and responsible adults would. I don't know what it is about that cute little brown stuff that comes out of our butts that I find so funny, but it just IS. I was at breakfast with my friend Allyson one morning, and somehow we found ourselves on the topic of poop, as we often do. I keep asking myself, "self, do you think that you will ever be a grown up?" The answer I constantly find myself repeating.NO. I can't believe how incredibly mature I am at the ripe age of 29 (almost 30).
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