Showing posts with label facial expressions that just creep me out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label facial expressions that just creep me out. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

You're Really the Press Guardian? No One Cares...


Glad to be back in the swing of things, my lovelies!  Grand Theft Auto IV was perfectly dreadful, but the staycation was otherwise just what the doctor ordered!  So, let's plow right in!



Are they about to brand that poor woman's crotch with an X?  I tell you, those X-Men initiations get more hardcore all the time.

And now, courtesy of "The Comet" story, we bring you another installment of....

Well.... Touche! (tm!)



Well.... Touche! (tm!)

As usual, "The Press Guardian" doesn't disappoint.  Check it out:



Correct me if I'm wrong, but did the Press Guardian just knock out Marvel's "Sandman" character?  I give you Exhibit "A," not that you need it:


Sandy has taken some weird handling over the years, what with writers not being sure if he's a hero or a villain, but that's got to be his secret shame.  I mean, everyone takes one in the loss column from Ben Grimm or Spider-Man on a regular basis, but getting your clock cleaned by the Press Guardian will have the authorities thinking twice about using up valuable bed space to incarcerate you in the Vault.  I mean, if you escape all they apparently have to do is send the Press Guardian after you.  That's only one step above unmonitored house arrest.

Hey!  It's the Claw!


Wow, that guy's skull is really phallic, especially with that little tuft of white hair.  Don't act like you don't see it.

And what's up with his left hand?  That's not a claw!  It looks like he has a little plant growing out of there.

In any event, he's defeated in a manner not worth repeating, but he does seem to have his final revenge....


... in that the Press Guardian apparently has a terrible case of constipation.  What is with that facial expression?  You know how some people just shouldn't wink?  He's one of them.

See you tomorrow!

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Whatever He Prescribes You, DON'T Take It!

So, as you may have noticed from yesterday's post, I've started going through Amazing Spider-Man again.  It's pretty easy to go back to it, because I followed that title pretty closely until I got distracted by the Byrne-era X-Men and the Miller-era Daredevil titles.  Even so, whenever I found an ish in a bargain bin, I couldn't resist picking it up.

Now, I have no idea what's going in Pete's life, and I'm a good twenty years behind in my reading. Especially when I go backwards to find awesome bits of drama like this one from Amazing  #166:


My life is an absolute shambles!  It's coming apart.  My... my...


my CHRISTMAS TREE FELL OVER!  What are we going to do now, Spider-Man?  WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?

To be fair, Beloved gets disproportionally upset at inanimate objects.  We almost didn't get married because she got her purse caught on a doorknob as she was walking past it.  True story!

Okay, I know it's on purpose here, but look at this from Amazing #167:


The Spider-Slayers are just so dang silly looking when JJJ's face is on them.  I know it's to emphasize how ridiculous the whole thing is, but .... I'm sorry, off to the Costume Hall of Shame (tm!) for any Spider-Slayer design that has JJJ's mug prevalent on it.

Oh, and check out this guy:


Yeah, who is it, Harry?


AIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!! STRANGER DANGER!  STRANGER DANGER!

I would never tell my deepest darkest secrets to anyone with that kind of facial expression.  It may be shallow of me, but I just have this thing that keeps me from relaxing around Satan.


Yeah, have fun.  Let me know how that works out after he slips you a mickey and you wake up chained to a wall of his basement.

Anyone not see it coming that he's an evil guy?  I mean, very few shrinks in comics aren't evil to begin with, but a shrink with that facial hair driving a sports car?  No thanks.

See you tomorrow!