In this issue of IT CAME FROM… MY SIDE OF THE LAUNDRY ROOM I open a box with one of my most prized Donald Duck collectibles -and- I take a walk down memory lane while flipping through the pages of a piece of Dungeons & Dragons comic book history.
There is just something about the kinship of a boy in the 80s that he has with motorcycles. Maybe it comes from the freedom and speed that you huger for but can never achieve on your bicycle. Maybe its how cool they look, or just the longing to be grown-up.
Star Wars fandom is becoming a toxic cesspool that is eating itself alive. There are a few islands of serenity perched upon the vile waters, but mostly it’s the putrid undulating ocean of filth that gets all the attention, not the small tranquil plots of positivity. Continue reading “LIVE – (insert clickbait Star Wars title here)”→