06/11/2005: "The Quaze"Listening to: nothing
Current mood: bemused
"...except now they're gigantic and freakishly proportioned. See? Um, well, actually there were these giant space bees, right?"
But I kid guest penciller Dave Hoover (joke... too... easy) and guest inker Fred Fredricks (Wait a sec... Fred Fredricks? That's not a real name!). So, for those that don't know, which is probably everybody who reads this blog except Tim, the guy in the picture is Quasar... sort of an oddly-drawn He-Manesque Quasar with giant freakish bee-stung man-hands, but Quasar anyway (though you do get a few points if you thought he was Captain Marvel).
Now, what nobody seems to realize (even Dave Campbell, whose site I love, was bagging on him today) is that Quasar was great. I've been rereading it for the past few days and it's just loads of fun. I mean, he gets alot of flak from alot of comics fans out there but I really defy anyone to show me a more cheer-inducing (serious) superhero comic than Quasar. Reading it just makes you happy. Sure, Quasar is a bit of dope, but really that's what makes him so loveable. He's kinda like Spidey, before all the bad things happened. It makes you wish the 90s never existed. Although, the more I think about it, I don't necessarily need Quasar to make me wish the 90s never happened. I honestly can't think of much from the 90s that was worthwhile. (Grunge? Yeah, I dug it at the time, but I could have done without it.)
Anyway, the point is that Quasar rules and if you don't think so then you can just shut up and go polish your Rob Leifeld... um... posters. Cause... like... posters need polish. Um. Or rather they don't, but you polish yours cause you... you, um... like Rob Leifeld.
Now that's what I calls a burn. Boo-ya.
(I hereby apologize for the use of the term "boo-ya" on this, my otherwise respectable site.)