Episode 057: My Wife’s Dead, Wanna See A Fat Kid?

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In this Episode, the fellers are uh-talkin’ about some stuff they done seen on TV and in the Movie Theaters recently (yay!) and all of the randomness you know and love us for.

Doom brings a Pimp Spot and Fitz got a funny book for humping years ago, then they dive into movie reviews starting with a flick Doom saw last year called IT!

Also, Doom saw Deadpool 2 and gives a spoiler free review, which Fitz follows up with an Incredible review 2…ya see, he saw Incredibles 2 with his family, so that’s why I said that…get it?…I’m sure ya did…anyway, hope you enjoy the Ep, BYE!

URL: Episode 057: My Wife’s Dead, Wanna See A Fat Kid?
Direct Download: tnb057.mp3

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Tough Shit Review

If you are a fan of Kev Smith, you’ve probably read this book already, maybe even multiple times.
Or maybe you were like me, a huge fan of Kev but somehow this book just kept slipping through your grasp for one reason or another.
Either way, that’s okay.
As with much of Kev’s work, it’s always there, like a warm hug ready to engulf you in its loving embrace.

We try not to talk too much about Kev because in podcasting it gets a bit tiresome and redundant because EVERYBODY does it, but the gloves are off, it’s all gonna hang out here, gang.
If you haven’t guessed…yeah, this is gonna be one of THOSE reviews, just a slobbering suck off of Kwigleeuh proportions.

Now, I’ll be honest with you, about 85-90% of this book is shit you’ve heard Kev say on a stage or in a podcast 3 or 4 times.
But, much like your favorite band that tries to sling new songs at you or a comedian that wants to work new material, you’re not gonna be pissed if they just stick to the hits.
Think about it, were most people ever like “fuck me, here comes Carlin with this 7 Dirty Words shit again.”?
No, folks wanted him to continue using that bit, but he took it as far as he could and left it behind.
Kev did the same here, he collects the hits and, though he still told some of these stories after, he didn’t bang the drum on them all forever.
And not for nothing, but presenting it in a new medium actually makes these stories feel fresh again.
That’s a great thing about him too!

With podcasts we have hundreds (if not thousands) of hours of his voice, he’s done 6 Stand-Up esque specials, countless interviews, so while reading this book you hear him more clearly in your head than most writers.
It feels more like he’s creepily whispering the stories of Cop Out, Red State, and SouthWest in your ear, hot breath on your neck, caressing your moob, and squeezing it ever so slig…maybe that’s just me…um, anywho!
It feels like he’s telling the tales directly to you, is my point!

Part of that 10-15% that you’ve not heard is painstaking detail about an incident with an unruly mega star on the Cop Out set (3 guesses who!), the inner workings of pulling off Sundance and the road show details of Red State, and then the general inspirational shit that he sorta says all the time but is presented in a fresh way.
The blow by blow account of the SouthWest incident and media bias against tubby fucks (like myself) is painful to read, but true.
Mocking fat people is still one of the only socially accepted, and in some cases encouraged, form of prejudice.
The theater and denial involved are just disgusting and, though he has lost a lot of weight since his heart attck, this particular albatross is forever around his neck as some folks still see him as that fat guy that tried flying.

He devotes a lot of time to SModcast and the creation of the SModcast Podcast Network, specifically TESD and how that turned into the Comic Book Men (RIP), his family and friends, love and relationships of all sorts, and passion, but the chapter that really, truly, brings the house down is the chapter on Carlin and Carnegie.
The story of his Dad bringing him the albums, meeting with George for Dogma, rocking one of the grandest stages of them all, and turning that into creative fuel is gold.

The bottom line is this: Kev knows how to spin a yarn.
Most chapters easily flow into the next with an ease that makes it hard to not read 50 to 100 pages at a clip.
This is the 1st book he’s truly written (the others were just collected material never intended to go together) and it’s a great 1st outing.
The thing this makes me most excited for though is the day Smitty decides he wants to write a novel.
Because this proves, without a shadow of a doubt, that he could do it better than most.
And I’m happier than a pig in shit that he’s still around to potentially do it.
If you are a fan, don’t wait as long as I have to check this out.
It is more than worth it.

The State Of Fandom

Not posting this for the clicks or attention, mostly as an easy way to archive it because I feel the message is important…also, Fitz told me too!
This morning, I posted a thread on Twitter about the overall current state of fandom, this is that thread.
Here’s the link to the original thread.

Seeing a lot of folks talking about the problems in the Anthill lately.
It’s a problem I’ve been noticing with all fandoms in recent years.
WWE, Scooby, Star Wars, Pods, all have been riddled with anger and fighting based mostly on differences of opinion and how to express them.
Definitely deeper and broader issues than that in some cases, but that seems to be the most deeply rooted cause.

It truly seems fandom is broken, and it appears that, sadly, many would rather plant their flags and dig their heels in than try and fix those problems.
Others still would rather use the current choppy state of the fandom waters to spin & push agendas under the facade of defending or protecting some & ignoring others going through the same.

It’s sad.
To the point that myself & some I talk to would rather not engage with fellow fans anymore in hopes of trying to fend off the negativity & potentially losing passion for things we have great love for.

The personal attacks against people providing entertainment (free or paid) are disgusting & need to stop.
Most of this shit comes from adults acting worse than children.
A lot of people are preaching that a better example needs to be set for the youth while privately feeding the shit storm.
Take your own advice & quit the back biting, game playing horseshit already, it’s goddamn tiring.

This is a rambling mess, but motherfucker, this world is fuckin’ shitty enough.
This world is brutal, we need escapism.
Stop trying to ruin it for everybody else and for fucksake just like what you like.