Wolf Gnards

My last post covered the ever multiplying Martys in the Back to the Future flicks, and as long and rambling as that post was, I still have yet more to say. Much more. This time I’d like to talk about another sort of temporal anomaly in the third film.… more »

Most of you know of my Bill Murray fetish (sadomurrochism), but you may not know about my Back to the Future obsession. I spend way too much time thinking way too much about Back to the Future paradoxes and working on my BTTF fan fiction (about the… more »

or Knee Socks are CoolI love cosplay girls or, at least, I love the idea of cosplay girls. Who are they? Where do they come from? And, most important of all, why do they come from? As in why? Why do they do things that they do do (doo doo)? And… more »

In most cartoons and TV shows, being a master of disguise is a somewhat misleading label. It should be a master of disguise except...? The exception can be anything; except something, except fill in the blank because every great disguise is a terrible… more »

I was thinking about the Predator’s mouth (as I often do on cold, lonely nights), and I noticed a slight problem. Not its nightmare vagina appearance, well sort of, it’s not the fact that it looks like a nightmare vagina but because it really doesn’t w… more »

One man, one fist, one sassy wife, and one moon: these are all the ingredients you need to fuel the space race. It started simply; Ralph Kramden wanted to punch his wife so hard that she would literally fly to the moon. Now, maybe, he didn’t wish her i… more »