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Cheers to the PSP modders.

My PSP purchase was just made worthwhile thanks to this thread at the Digital Sportspage. If you’ve got an old school love for NES games, Super NES games, Genesis games (the list goes on), there’s now an emulator for it that lets you play them on your PSP. With very little new (ie - nothing) in the way of PSP games this summer, the entire concept of being able to run any number of vintage titles on my PSP really tickles my… fancy.

I haven’t tried the Genesis emulation yet, but unfortunately the SNES stuff seems to suffer from massive framerate problems. I tried some of the tweaks built into the emulator to improve it, but they don’t really help quite enough (so far). But just the fact that the games work leaves hope that future versions will address that problem. On the bright side, the NES emulation is flat out flawless. Castlevania, Zelda, Super Spike Volleyball, RBI Baseball, Baseball Stars… (the list goes on). Today these games may only be fun for an hour or so, but it’s a fun hour just the same.

Jeers to comic book writers and artists who won’t stop putting gratuitous T&A in otherwise good books.

Yes. I’m going to talk comics in a sports blog. I do this maybe four times a year. Endure it.

Pointless exaggeration of the female form has been a staple of comic book art for years, but usually it’s been easy to ignore. Maybe it’s just the books I’m reading, but damn. Is it me or is it reaching a new, and embarassing level? Do these guys have wives, girlfriends or at least a decent f@ck buddy? They’re obsesses with tits and women who walk around the house (and fight evil for that matter) in their underwear.

I’ve never been ashamed to be a comic book geek until the past few months. Every damn book lately has at least a couple pages where one of the female characters is in the shower, a nightshirt or lace grungies for no freak’n reason whatsoever. I swear it goes like this:

Writer: Hey, we need a scene with Peter Parker and Mary Jane debating whether he should join the New Avengers.
Artist: Can we have them talk about it in the bedroom while she’s wearing an open button-down shirt and white panties?
Writer: Well, duh.
Artist: Heh. I get to draw boobies. That’s awesome.

Hey, I like pretty pictures as much as the next guy, but Marvel and DC need to wake up and smell the Internet. It’s all out there, so quit throwing this grade-school, “I fight evil on my way to a Victoria’s Secret photo shoot” crap in my comics. I won’t be able to let my son read the recent Frank Miller/Jim Lee All Star Batman and Robin until he’s 14 for crying out loud. Hey Jim! How many newspaper reporters(/supermodels?) do you know that walk around in a penthouse apartment in pink lace underwear (that’s drawn pinched into her butt crack, no less) while working on a story? And if you know one, you should marry that girl you far-too-talented-to-resort-to-this-junk asshat.

Hey, it’s comics. It’s an empire built on the wallets of, “over or underweight guys who dont’ get laid.” (From Chasing Amy.) But there’s a time and a place for that crap. It’s called porn and it’s everywhere already. So how about letting comics stick to the stuff that’s the reason geeks like me buy them: guys with big pecks and capes….

hmm…

Okay, well, keep a few jumblies in there, but for god’s sake, at least put some clothes on these chicks. Fishnet stockings are not suitable attire for battling super villains.

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