Everyone has a favourite word, wither its the sound of it, or the definition, you love it. Its a word that you'll find a way to work into a conversations, a word you say instinctively, without a thought, its a default word.

Spending a lot of time writing, and speaking, I've come to love a few words myself. So I've gathered four of my favourite words, and their definitions to share with you today. So, in no particular order, my favourite words.

gnarl·y [nahr-lee]
adjective, gnarl·i·er, gnarl·i·est.

Slang . distasteful; distressing; offensive; gross: a comic noted for his gnarly humour.
Cool. Good.

Clearly I'm a massive fan of the word gnarly, it is in the sites title after all. Just say the word? 'Gnar-ly' its strong at the start, but ends all soft with the 'ly'. Gnarly is a word that growing up in the early 90's resonated 'cool'. You know who was gnarly? Zachary Morris. You know who else? Michelangelo (Not the artist, the turtle... Though rumour has it, that the artist enjoyed gnarly stuff relating to my second favourite word on this list.)

sphinc·ter [sfingk-ter]
noun Anatomy .
a circular band of voluntary or involuntary muscle that encircles an orifice of the body or one of its hollow organs.

We all know what I mean when I say 'sphincter.' You know that I have a disgusting obsession with 'boners', and 'butt holes.' And there is a verity terms for the butt. Rusty waggon wheel, balloon knot, O' ring. But when you want to say 'ass hole' with a air of sophistication, when you want to talk adult like an adult. You use 'sphincter'. Some say 'anus' is in the same class as 'sphincter', those people are wrong
Anus is uttered all across the playground, and school yard. 'Anus' is immature. 'Sphincter' wears a turtle neck.

conch  [kongk, konch]
noun, plural conchs  [kongks] Show IPA, con·ches  [kon-chiz] Show IPA.

the spiral shell of a gastropod, often used as a horn.
any of various marine gastropods.
the fabled shell trumpet of the Tritons.
( often initial capital letter ) Slang: Sometimes Disparaging .
a native or inhabitant of the Florida Keys.
a Bahamian.
Also, concha. Architecture . a smooth concave surface consisting of or resembling the interior of a semidome, as the surface of a vault, a trompe, or the head of a niche.

'Conch' to me sounds like a swear, or insult. Try this on for size; “Kim Kardashian has a dirty conch.”
“You're such a conch.” “I love me some ripe conch.”
It sounds dirty, but really isn't. For me it makes me think of another C word that is considered a sensitive swear. And thus, its perfect substitute.

on·o·mat·o·poe·ia [on-uh-mat-uh-pee-uh, ‐mah-tuh‐]
the formation of a word, as cuckoo, meow, honk,  or boom,  by imitation of a sound made by or associated with its referent.
a word so formed.
the use of imitative and naturally suggestive words for rhetorical, dramatic, or poetic effect.

KRASH! BANG! SPLUDGE! This site is a comic site. So clearly I love comics, and running side by side with comics is 'Onomatopoeia.' Not only is 'onomatopoeia' itself awesome to say, everything that falls under it, is too. KA-BOOM! SLAM! OOF! GOO! RAWR! That shit makes me smile.

And allow me to leave you with this.


(Warning, the following is a rant regarding a fictitious character, and what is considered very old news to comic fans. Within this rant is Spoilers to the following Daredevil stories, Born Again and Guardian Devil, beware.)

(P.s, Sorry about the length.) 

Fuck Karen Page.

I'm a big Daredevil fan. I have a framed Joe Quesada, Daredevil poster next to bedroom door. My greatest comic book buy is, and probably always will be, Frank Miller's Daredevil Omnibus. He's possibly my favourite super hero. This post isn't about the man without fear though. Its about a lady named Karen Page.

Karen Page is to Daredevil, what Louis Lane is to Superman. She loved Daredevil, and Matt Murdock. When she learned they were one in the same they had a relationship that flourished. Until Karen decided to move up in life, and go from being a Law Office Secretary to being a big time actress in California.

A few years later we re-visit Karen, and shes changed a lot. She goes from the love of Daredevil's life, to being a stupid fucking bitch. She becomes a whore. And that's not a insult to Karen, that's a descriptive. She gets hooked on heroin, and starts starring in porn flicks.
We're talking those grainy, gross porn's, where you feel uncomfortably watching them cause they're so sleezy. Where the guy is ten times more vocal then the girl, and sheets in the bed are really unclean, and pillows have no cases. At least that's how I imagined them... I never gave it much thought.

One day Karen is dying for some Mexican Brown, and for a shot of the stuff she offers up on thing she has that's worth something. The secret Identity of Daredevil. Now, I know drug addicts aren't the most reasonable of people. And in the end she does try to make it right again. But the journey to that point... I think should be questioned.

First off, the info about Matt climes the ladder to the King Pin of crime. Daredevils nemesis. And as soon it gets to him, he has every step of that ladder killed. Every guy this information went through to get to Wilson Fisk is murdered. Granted these are bad men, but if we go by Daredevils personal code, he does not kill, he does not believe murder is justice, its pretty much the wrongest thing you can do.

So lets go by Kevin Bacon's, six degrees of separation. And assume that on its way to Wilson Fisk's hands it went through six peoples hands. So the death toll of Karen Page's stupid, fucking, flappy lips starts off at six.


Karen is also on the King Pin's hit list and is being hunted. She attempts to call Daredevil, and I originally believed it was to warn him, but after re-reading it, I believe its because he can protect her. She's literally, sold the guy out, then has the fucking gull to call him to save her ass? What a stupid bitch.

Karen then proceeds to rob a blind man, while searching for a man she can trade her body to for a ride across the Mexican Border, and some good old “Harry Jones.” This man then proceeds to kill two trigger men sent to kill her. Now, I'd call this self defense, but... she did kind of put her self in their sights so.

6 + 2 = 8.

Meanwhile, back in New York, Daredevil is half dead, and has been nearly driven insane by the King Pin. Apart of the King Pins plan involved ruining Matt Murdocks career, so a honest, good cop. Is bribed with medical care for his dying son, to say he witnessed Murdock paying off a witness. This cop is later murdered after threatening to expose the conspiracy against Matt Murdock. Also involved are investigative reporter Ben Urich and his wife. Who are both nearly killed.

8 + 1.5 =9.5

I'm going to try and stream line this. Karen Page ditches her escort (the guy she fucked all the way from Mexico to New York) and he takes its a little hard and kills two cops, then he himself is killed

9.5 + 3= 12.5

In another attempt to cover up his involvement, the King Pin has a few more people assassinated, three successfully. One of which the timid Ben Urich is forced to kill, causing some serious emotional scaring I'm sure.

12.5 + 4 = 16.5

The King Pin also hires a psychopathic super soldier to kill Daredevil. A news paper later reads “Dozens Dead.” So lets go with, two dozen. So twenty-four people dead there...

16.5 + 24 = 40.5

And, in a bid to save lives, Daredevil is forced to take a life himself, breaking his own code.

40.5 + 1 = 41.5

After she kicks her habit, and gets her life on track she leaves Matt for a new job on the West Coast. She then finds out that she has contracted HIV. Karma for the years of swapping dirty needles and dirtier dicks. As well as justice for all the lives she ruined for being a dumb bitch.

BUT THEN! In a contrived master plan against Daredevil, she is told a baby is responsible for her having AID's, and that if she kills the baby she'd be cured. So she begins to plot the murder of a newborn.

Daredevil too, has contemplated the murder of, and even attempted to murder of this same “evil” baby. But it is revealed that he is under the influence of a hallucinogen, which clouds his judgement and forces him to hate the baby irrationally. Not Karen though, she was fueled by cuntyness. She literally wanted to kill the baby based purely on the suggestion of it.

Shes a bitch of the highest degree. Shes a selfish whore, and when she finally is killed by Bullseye, all I can think is; YES! Finally she gets what she deserves! A metal rod through the fucking heart! The fucking pain shes caused Matt is unending though, the repercussions of her giving up his name to the King Pin never really stopped.

Even beyond that, shes fucking whore who teased Matt with her slutty demeanour. Shes that girlfriend that is poison! That one you see again and again just toying with your best friends heart. That girl that will call you when the chips are down, but forget you as soon as the sun is shining. She is a fucking succubus. And I'm happy shes dead.


Coinciding with the premier of "THE RETURN" I've decided to write a short blog post explaining something that will become apparent, as soon as you set eyes on the return. 

I am not an artist. I am a competent doodler. This is something I've struggled with most of my life. I've attempted to do art, I've tried to bring aspects of art into my doodling... But the sophistication of it all, alludes me to this day.

I have however come to terms with my doodling. I no longer fight the doodles, I embrace my doodles. Which is what everyone who puts a pencil to paper should do. Don't pretend you're Jack Kirby, don't attempt to immolate Jim Lee, just accept your style and strengthen it. Not saying don't learn from your favorite artist, I'm just saying let yourself be reflected in what you create.

For years when I was younger, going back to the 90's, I attempted to immolate the wispy, jagged lines of Todd McFarlane, later on, it was the angular art of Akira Toriyama (Yes the creator of Dragon Ball). In doing this, I learned a great deal. My art was never exactly 'right' though. It always had a strange look to it I found. And I never really liked it.

So I let go of my inspiration, and I just doodled. And I can still see piece's of other artist in my work, but now its truly mine. Its simple, its not overly complex, or even aw inspiring. You will not look at anything drawn by me and have your mind blown. But! you'll understand what you're looking at, you'll understand whats happening, all because I am a competent doodler. 
Bill Wright is name I learned just this afternoon. I've never met Bill, yet I find myself envying him, and his estate, a great deal.

Bill was a comic collector, like many of us. From what I know, he enjoyed reading Superman and Batman. And like most comic collectors he tried to keep his books in the highest grade condition he could. Treating them with a great deal of care.

His collection was moderately sized, only 345 single issues. But amongst those issues were, Action Comics #1, and Detective Comics #27. Anyone who knows even the tiniest bit about comics know what those two issues are. In case you're not in the know, I'll fill you in.

Action Comics #1 is the first appearance Superman, Detective #27 is the first of Batman. These comics have cover price of a dime. Though they've each sold, for over a million bucks!... Inflation say what?

Bill's great nephews have inherited his collection of golden age comics, and have sold it all at a price of 3 million dollars.

The money isn't the story here though. Not to me at least. To me the story is the journey of those books. Bill would have been ten when he bought Action Comics #1, and eleven when he bought Detective #27. I got my first comic's around that age as well, I still have them actually. You know what they look like? Shit. Covers are torn off, pages crumpled, my dad used one as coaster for his beer once. Bill kept his in great condition though... Even through WWII when many comic books were pulped up for the war effort by mothers with no respect for the funny pages. That's right, these books survived, not only a child's hands, but a fucking world war!

You're probably thinking, "Of course he took care of them, they're worth a fortune now!" Bill didn't know that though. The idea that comics would be worth something some day didn't occur to people until much later, and its wasn't exploited until even later by mass production of issue #1's and variant covers.

No, Bill didn't take care of those comics and hold onto them until he died because he thought, "Some day these will be wroth something" He did it because he loved them. I'm kind of saddened by the fact that his family sold his collection. I mean I GET it, its a lot of money. But those comics probably had some great sentimental value, worth more then the millions they sold for, and definitely more then the 10cents it originally went for.

Some interesting facts about Action Comics #1. The actor Nicholas Cage had copy stolen from him, then later rediscovered in abandoned storage locker. Possibly during an episode of Storage Wars.

Even more interesting. The Canadian Government owns their own copy of Action Comics #1 protected in our National Library.

Fusing those two interesting facts together. I kind of want Nick Cage to make a National Treasure 3 where he has to steal Action Comics #1 from the Canadian Government.

Anyway, I'll leave you with this:

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