When I started this blog earlier last year, I’d have been personally amazed to think I would have gotten 100 posts under my belt so quickly. I’m thankful to everybody reading this, and, in the words of Stan Lee in Mallrats: “You keep readin’ ’em, I’ll keep writin’ ’em.’
That being said, what milestone event isn’t best marked by that last refuge of the migraine-y and overworked: the clip show. With that in mind, here are my ten favorite posts of the past 100.
Although I posted a semi-manifesto as a first post, this is more in line with my feelings on taking academia less seriously, taking geek culture more so, and being all Post-Structuralist up in the heezy.
Seriously, dude looking for ninja turtles doing, well, something in the title, I’m going to call you out here and say you are gross. I know the world is a rainbow full of wonderful colors, but your color is gross, I’m sorry. They’re turtles! I don’t care how much you like them!
That being said, I liked being able to explore some commonalities and issues in the representations of both the Ninja Turtles and Cerebus.
I love these kinds of moments in movies (if my linking to any portion of Gigli back in my Thanksgiving post should attest.)
Another example of me writing about the things I love and want to talk about.
I do stray a bit from the whole “humanities scholarship” thing from time to time, but this is a great example of being a little bit Jameson in addition to being a little bit Harry Knowles.
Not going to lie, I was very angry when I wrote that. But it’s still funny and true.
Best four bucks I ever spent.
A repost, yes, but one of my favorite things I’ve ever written.
When I was first figuring out ideas for this site, this was one of the first ones. I think it turned out rather nicely.
What, you were expecting something non-Batman related. This is, by the by, one of most searched things on the site, other than people looking for a certain lovely Iranian-born SNL cast member who I. Can’t. Stop. Mentioning.
Happy New Year and here’s to at least 100 more super-dorky moments, with some deconstruction where apropos.