Who is chalked up to be the next Wonder Woman? Well, since DC called us up last week, asking our opinion. We decided to chime in with a unanimous vote for Alana de la Garza! Google her, if you don’t think she has what it takes to be Wonder Woman, then Your missing a testicle, son! Take a look and behold… a goddes!!! (Ai Chewawa!!)
Can you say Smokin’ HOT!
We just incorporated the first upgrade to our site. Since the site is so freakin’ prehistoric and cumbersome, it’s static, written in notepad, not a bit dynamic at all, it’s a total bitch to change so we’re doing it in stages. Below are the changes we’ve made. Note the very cool SuperHero Nav Bar that allows you to scroll by superhero. Very cool. Let us know what you think. And request to be added to our monthly newsletter and you’ll be sure to get a discount code that’ll save you money on your purchase. Also included in our newsletters are relevent superhero movie trailers and news articles about things related to superheroes.
Our old design
The New Site Design
We just got some new Batman Action Figures. They are totally awesome and are from the Trinity series, series one.
We have Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman and the each sell for $15.99. If you get on our newsletter mailing list, you’ll be sure to receive a SuperHeroStuff.com discount code.
We also got some new Lot 29 Speed Racer t-shirts in stock.
This is one of our top selling shirts so far. Speed Racer movie will be either a Love It or Hate It. I have high expectations for the film… that is until I saw the trailer at the Iron Man movie. I don’t know… it might have almost wayyyy too much vibrant electric color. Over the top. But I’m still going. I think it’ll still be good. I have faith. You can check out our new Lot 29 Speed Racer t-shirt, for $27.99, at our Speed Racer t-shirts page.
We also got in a brand new Iron Man t-shirt! Very cool, yours for only $19.99. You can see all of our Iron Man Movie T-Shirts here. And don’t forget to go see the movie. It was really well done. I gave it a 4.5 out of 5.
Plain and simple, Iron Man was well done. It was as true to the comic as they could be while taking minimal steps in the artistic license department. Robert Downey Jr. did a great job as Tony Stark, and held true to the playboy billionaire character. Gwyneth Paltrow also did Pepper Potts justice.
But most of all, the Iron Man suit itself was a great job. See, what makes these SuperHero movies acceptable to the comic fans is if the hero is true to form. Undoubtably, the directos always, always mess it up. Let us review:
The list goes on. However, this is not to say that there are changes in the Superhero movies, under the guise of “artistic license,” that are acceptable. Some of these items are:
See, there are changes that can be done as long as they make sense.
Back to Iron Man. From start to finish the four different suits of armor we’re true to form. First was the Mark 1, the suit made when in captivity. Perfect. Exactly like the original in the comics, even if it was in Vietnam.
Well… for his next two suits, I can’t find any images on line. But they work. We see the silver suit, the first of the new design. and then we see another briefly with true to form colors of the Iron Man in the comics. The armor is actually a true red and gold instead of the red/magenta we see in all the images on line. If I remember correctly that’s the one he fought the two Air Force jets in and Pepper comments on and asks, “Oh My God… are those bullet holes?” Then we see the suit in all the trailers.
Good Superhero movie. Probably more true to form than any other Superhero film made yet so far. I can’t wait for the sequel. I give this a 4.5 out of 5 with regard to honoring the comic story line and a 4 out of 5 for entertainment. Overall, a 4.25 out of 5. I suggest a strong see for everyone and a must see for all comic fans.
To see a couple of the trailers, check out our Iron Man movie page. Here is the official movie site.
Some Awesome Zapp Branigan quotes.
“What makes a good man go neutral? Lust for gold? Power? Or were you just born with a heart full of neutrality?”
“You’d sacrifice this beautiful woman for a moderately attractive ape? You’ve been smoking some bad granola.”
“If we can hit that bull’s-eye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards…Checkmate.”
“You win again, gravity!”
“Stop! The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.”
“We don’t know anything about their race, history, or culture, but one thing’s for sure. They stand for everything we stand against.”
“Wow, one day a man has everything…,then the following day he blows up a $40 billion space station, and the next day he has nothing. It really makes you think.”
“I like your style, Fry - you remind me of a young me, not much younger mind you, perhaps even a couple years older.”
“She’s a beatifull ship alright. Shapely, seductive. I’m gonna fly her brains out!”
“I’m the man with no name… Zapp Brannigan.”
More at the link above.
Eh, yeah I’ll watch it. But it would be nice to see something that didn’t look like a clone of Sin City. Be sure to check the Spirit out when you get the chance. You can grab some comics here at Comic Hole.
Gobs of goodies: Joker Belt Buckles, Joker and Supergirl T-Shirts and a crap load of other stuff.
This is one of the two cool Joker Belt Buckles we just got in on Friday, April 4th. Both are metal, very cool, and you saw them here first.
We had some AWESOMELY sexy, hottie chick shirts come in this week. Check out the Supergirl shirts. We just got this purple one in and a yellow one, and a plunging V Neck khaki shirt so women can show off their cleavage. Mmmmm, booobies! What is the deal with women?? Seriously. Women love to watch themselves be watched, so they deliberately wear plunging neck lines to show off whatever they have for a chest. And if they don’t have a lot it still looks sexy because they’re showing off a lot of flesh.
And us idiot guys aren’t supposed to look. (Notice! Yes… Look.. No!!) So, yeah, we all know we can’t be obvious and look when we’re talking to chicks, and I know this is one way that women seperate the mundane dogs from the disciplined ones who know of the term, “My eyes are up here!” It’s literally no different than when I used to put a Scoobie Snack on Lucky, my dog’s, nose and tell him “stayyy … stayyyyy, holllld it, hollld it… stayyyyyy….. ok GO!” Poor dog, I used to make that poor mutt suffer. I’d put a 9 volt battery upright on the floor and Lucky’d zap his wet nose on it and start growling at hit and then try to bite it only to be zapped on the tongue. Funny as hell when I was a kid (as I still chuckle) but now I know it’s not too cool…. so don’t even try it at home with your dog.
So, that’s just like us! We’re the mutts with the biscuit on our nose, only it’s boobies right in front of us. And women just love to torture us, watch us struggle, smiling at us saying, “I know you see my boobs and don’t think for a second that I won’t drop your score on my score sheet” (pssst… they keep score of everyone of our actions and behaviors to get a total. This can take anywhere from 5 seconds to a week to get the full score. The longer it takes, the better your Shtick is.) All the while the guy’s thinking, “I know you know that you have lovely breasts, and you do, even though you haven’t caught me eyeballing them, and you won’t catch me either because I have trained myself to position myself strategically with all reflective surfaces, mirrors and windows so that I can catch a glimpse without being caught and I also know you’re keeping score, which is also why I’m smiling as well, and oh… would you like to go out tonight? And even though I’m freakishly broke, I will still manage to scrounge up a reservation for two at that new fantastic Italian Restaurant. Maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll wear something even more revealing.”
We’re all dogs playing the game. Check out our Supergirl boobie shirts.
We just got these up on the site. They are now available for pre-order. We should have them in stock some time in May.
You can check out the rest of the Dark Knight Movie t-shirts here.
You can catch our Batman Dark Knight Movie info page here.
We just got this hoodie in. Way wicked, you have to check it out. Our warehouse guys are peeing their pants over this cool hoodie. And be sure to check out our entire Lot 29, Batman, Superman and Flash collection.
You can find the Lot 29 Batman shirts here, Superman shirts here and Flash here.
… Jesus Christ! First Heath Ledger, now Gary Gygax?!! I can’t take much more of this.
Gary was the dude who created D&D. He will be missed. Sad to see him go.
The guys at Troll Lord Games were all bummed about it. You can read up on dear Gary’s death here and here. Here’s a good story on Gary with a little history of the D&D dice. And another great interview with him in the Believer where Paul La Farge traveled to Lake Geneva with a college friend to talk with Gygax, and ended up playing D&D with him. It’s a clever piece and probably one of the most recent extensive interviews with the man himself.
If you haven’t had ever played D&D, you don’t know what you’re missing. It’s a great opportunity to socialize with friends and create some unforgettable memories. Give it a shot! You will not be disappointed.
For those of you have played, i HIGHLY URGE you to check out DM of the Rings! It’s written by Shamus Young and is the perspective of a dungeon based on LOTR and how characters would really act in each of the situations. Incredibly hilarious.
Way back in 2007 we had a writing contest where contestants competed to win a $200 gift certificate at SuperHeroStuff.com were they were asked, “Which Superhero would you send on a mission to hunt down Osama Bin Laden and why?” We received quite a few and we even managed to pick a winner. The following story was written by Donna Dudish. Thanks for competing Donna. You rock.
Luthor and Bin Laden: Match Made in Hell?
You know me, the guy voted most likely to be recruiting backstage passes to the latest slugfest. It’s all bullets and name-dropping, that’s what you pay me for. That’s what keeps you perched on the bus-seat edge, trying to read over Joe, Jack, Jill’s shoulder. And I live to serve my adoring public. So who could’ve been more surprised at the voice on the other end? I mean, really, why call me? You can’t work on this rag without hearing about “la femme Lane”. But her phone didn’t ring, mine did.
A call that left me enduring a November rain under an elderly umbrella. When the limo ghosted in behind me, I jumped.
“I would ask if it’s wet enough for you just to break out the clichés.” I squeaked back in surprise, too damn jumpy. Hey, you learn to be in my line.
“Lex Luthor,” I acknowledged as the passenger door swung open. And that began the conversation between your intrepid narrator of crime’s vicious lives and our city’s most reviled citizen.
I cupped my chilled fingers around a cooling brew, black and strong, no fancy lattes on this beat. When he reached to his breast pocket, I felt the cold sweat pop at my temples. The hand came out clutching a news clipping: “The Man of Steel vs. Radical Bombers.” I’d seen this one, a pure spec piece with a rather poor photoshopped “shot on the scene”. I said as much to Lex when I handed it back to him.
“That is inconsequential you see,” he replied. “I am far too intelligent to be taken in by this pulp. You work the inside and know the story from the tripe. The common man though, there is the rub. They will believe and Superman will have to prove them right.” Lex fell into the usual tirade he plays to any public, even a public of one. I’d heard it all before, we all have. If I was still a betting man, would’ve won the pot saying our Lane has not only heard it all but seen the proof.
He ground through the stump speech. Towards the end the brute hulking in the facing seat pulled Lex the last dreg of tea from a steaming silver samovar, ignoring the long since empty container in my hand. Only then did he stop. I have to tell you I was almost impressed with the constant theme, the tenacity, the sheer bullishness Lex displayed as he waxed on his number one topic. Websters should have a photo of Lex for obsession, that’s how crazy it was.
But at the end of it, he stopped and stated, “That’s why I will kill Osama bin Laden.”
I must’ve looked as confused as I felt. He smiled that English gentlemen’s club smile. “I will not have any peers. I am the superior man and I will not let some sorry excuse of a goat herder confusing pure luck with the genius of complete planned chaos interfere with me proving that. Until Osama is dead and his distraction gone, I cannot be sure of unrestricted access to the superjoke you so quaintly fawn over.”
For a moment, Lex fell silent. Staring at his face, I knew this was the man with the hate and drive to pursue beyond all limit, to see only the end and not the means. Here was the monster you send to kill a monster. At some unseen signal from Lex, brute made it clear the interview was over with a languid wave of his gun hand towards the rain peppering the window; Lex assuring me regular updates of his progress, me posturing on fair representation in the press.
It was a good twenty minutes before my shoulders came back down from my ears. Tobacco curled lazy-sweet around my head. I thought about a certain day. I thought about the power of ego, the siren lure of hate.
I thought yup, maybe Lex just could do it.
II
Hello, hello, this thing on?
Hello?
Ok, not much time, just gotta hope it’s working. Nate here…your highway to the stars, criminal though they are. Not sure where I am. Well, I’m sure it’s a plane and this ain’t
After our friendly chat, I didn’t give Lex much more thought. Seen it all and heard plenty, what’s one more crazy rant? Had plenty others to reel in; the Maggio brothers were feuding again and all the little fishies were circling for the fallout.
Maybe a twinge when Clara over in Society mentioned Lex had been out of the news awhile. Sure, he’s a crook but a filthy rich one. Still, wasn’t a clear follow-my-lead twinge. It was when I was climbing the stairs out of the 27th that those little hairs woke up. The twinge turned into a honking reminder. I checked the snub-nose, yup still in the left pocket. Didn’t carry till lately, but like I said, a guy gets jumpy.
Brutus fleshed out of the archway. No way you could mistake that lump, Lex must be paying by the pound. Tried to bluff it, “Lose your ride big guy?”
Not one for small talk, probably couldn’t form a coherent thought never mind say it out loud. The street light crossed his bulk and the muzzle already pointed at me. Geez, this guy was a broken record. I shrugged, “Your dime”. A teeth-chattering blow ended any more brilliant conversation and sent me into blackness.
“Ah, there is our reporter,” that voice was unmistakable. No use faking it, not with brute’s ham hocks around. Opened my eyes and once again found myself watching Lex across a limo’s vast space, “Something I should know about?”
It was champagne at this meeting. Lex practically vibrated with excitement. “All in good time please. I have to say I am rather disappointed in you. I thought we had an understanding.” He stopped for a moment, head cocked, eyes turned in. “True, true. I cannot really hold you accountable after all. I have been…otherwise detained.”
This was not a good sign; silent partners don’t bode well for sane talkers. My eyes roved the interior, no door handles, no blunt objects except for the bottle chilling next to brute.
Lex caught my movement. “This vintage is exquisite, you must try it. I insist.”
Brute’s pig eyes bored into me as he leaned over, his paw dwarfing the crystal. Master and pet stared at me till I relented and sipped gingerly.
Lex grinned and barked, “Now please.”
The brute touched several buttons at his console. The limo’s windows wept into transparency. I was startled to see the
It clicked as Lex crooned, “I just love a good cause.” The Iraqi Anti-Defamation League had filed a permit for
“Wait…wait…no…give it to me!” Lex was practically jumping out of his seat in agitation. My gut gave a hard roll; it wasn’t liking this one bit. I stared at the mixed group, some chattering in smaller sections, several with hands linked, heads down.
Luther was holding a mike to his mouth with one hand, champagne long forgotten, the other thumb covering a small box. I tensed but brute had the smarts of all predators and crushed my shoulder in a vise grip. My gut flipped again and I swallowed thickly.
“Death to the infidel. There is only one God and Allah is his name.” Thumb pressing down, a crump that shakes even the armored limo, human wails mixing with mechanical ones, Lex beaming angelically and then brute’s backhand sending me back into oblivion.
That brings me to this flying heap. When I came to it was strapped in the middle of a pack of brutus clones. They were comparing hardware enthusiastically till several noticed I was awake. The front curtain peeled back and he walked down the aisle.
“Excellent!” That voice. My eyes must’ve looked pretty funny shooting knives.
“It was perfect. What a day, what a response. And the media darlings! I really must apologize, the story of the year and here I had you incommunicado. No Peabody Award for you I’m afraid.”
I was still getting pretty clear flashes of what happens when large quantities of explosive meet multiple soft humans. “What are you up to now Luthor?”
“Now I thought we were friends. I seem to recall a certain understanding we had, promises made. And everything I have gone through to fulfill my end of that arrangement. But a prophet is never accepted in his own country as they say.”
I squirmed in my seat, “You’re no prophet, just insane.”
Lex laughed, the hired guns joining him. “No, no, no! Not insane, just the most brilliant mind in history! Who else could orchestrate the perfect cover to implicate al-Qaeda? Who else will be cheered as
Lex turned and still chuckling, strode back to his private quarters. The plane droned on. The goons relaxed, some slept. Finally convinced them of the need for toilet breaks.
Not much tape left. I’ve got a good idea where we’re going and what Lex will do when we get there. Don’t know the plan for me. Out of time, they’re at the door. Hope somebody finds thi…
