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Wait, What? Ep. 122: Capespaces

Jeff Lester

From Bandette #4 by Paul Tobin and Colleen Coover. It’s pretty damn delightful. Hey, everyone!  Next week is a skip week!  Do you hear me? SKIP WEEK. Show notes?  Oh yes, there are certainly show notes. RIGHT AFTER THE JUMP.

Wait, What? Ep. 121: Gilded View

Jeff Lester

Erroneously called ‘Barbarian Romance’ by Jeff throughout the hours that follow. Image, I believe, by Corey Lewis for Brandon Graham; Apologies if that link is a jerk. Oh my god, it almost doesn’t matter what hour of the day or night it is, my next door neighbors WILL NOT FUCKING SHUT UP. After the jump: show notes just the way Thomas Hobbes would like ‘em: nasty, brutish and short.  (Actually, just short.)

Wait, What? Ep. 118: Skypenet Techpocalypse

Jeff Lester

Why, yes, Stevie Wonder performing Superstition on Sesame Street is indeed relevant to this week’s podcast, thanks for asking! After the jump, somewhat hasty show notes for our somewhat hasty episode (less than two hours?  What has happened to us?)

Wait, What? Ep. 112: A New Dope

Jeff Lester

Wasn’t able to find Ditko inking Kirby, but here’s Dan Clowes inking Ditko! Ganked from Robot 6 and elsewhere… Okay, and so but here is our latest episode about which I will provide you with more detail after the jump!

Wait, What? Ep. 111: Things That Go Wrong…

Jeff Lester

It’s….not easy to explain. Trust me. Oh, man.  Remember all the questions you guys asked us and we didn’t get to?  Well, don’t say we didn’t start 2013 right! After the jump:  Show notes,  no more terrifying photos, still kissing with saliva, etc., etc.

Jeff “Reviews” The Amazing Spider-Man film

Jeff Lester

I mean, I kinda hate saying “reviews,” when the proper term for it is really, uh, “bitches about,” but feel free to join me behind the jump for scattered thoughts (seriously, really scattered thoughts) about the Amazing Spider-Man movie. Think of me like your virtual movie buddy! You know, the one you didn’t come with, but who is sitting directly behind you in the otherwise empty matinee performance muttering comments under his breath because he is lonely, oh god so terribly, terribly lonely.