The Comic Book Overlords (Peeps You Already Know)
Comics Reporter is the online home for Tom Spurgeon, a guy who vies with Dirk for being the dude most likely to make you wish you had been luckier to have a different genetic make-up, as it's obviously more than just "hard work" that makes him such an intellectual comet.
Laura Hudson runs Comics Alliance, a website that cycles through psychopathy and shitkicking: lots of smart and smartassery to go around. There's a solid crew backing her up, and you barely ever have to read about toys.
David Brothers isn't the only cat who blogs over at 4th Letter, but he is the only cat at 4th Letter that's a member of the Official Joe Casey Fanclub. I heard he stopped by your house last night and made your mom cry. I'd say sorry, but hey: i'm not about to apologize for David's brand of justice.
The only other member of the OJCF--hey, admission includes leaving your house and riding on planes--Sean Witzke runs down the supremacy over at his supervillain blog. You know how you rely on googling images and scanning tumblr for riot act imagery? You don't need to do that anymore, make him your turbine. He writes, too: that it's good should go without saying.
Joe McCullough, better known as Jog of Jog The Blog, is one of the best known writers about comics on the internet, but there's got to be a better way to praise him then that, since that category also includes people who watch shit like Smallville. Oh yeah, how about this? He's really smart and he's pretty goddamn funny too.
Tim O'Neil is in the business of peeling caps back, and that business has reached the point where franchising is the logical next step. If you're looking for the blog equivalent of hugs and kisses, he isn't your guy, but you're probably going to icepick your family in the next week or so. He's a peach. A peach made out of steel. When Will the Hurting Stop?
Noah Berlatsky is a longtime friend of the blog, and along with with Ng Suat Tong, Richard Cook, Kinukitty, & Vom Marlowe, he drops the anger science on all kinds of stuff over at The Hooded Utilitarian. When he's not teaming up with us, he rocks out with his cock out, or so it's been said.
Matthew J. Brady is one of the most well read manga and comics critics on the internet, and his attention to the non-Western forms of comics keeps Warren Peace Sings The Blues near the top of the must read pile. If you're still not sure what kind of Japanese comics you should be reading, then you've just been told who to ask, and now it's all on you sucka.
I know dick bupkiss about Matt Seneca, but he's a fucking bang on the can writer, so why not spend some of your precious time over at Death To The Universe and get to know him a little better?
Aw, did Dick Hyacinth make you mad? Maybe it's cause you're an illiterate baby and couldn't read the name of his site, which is Dick Hates Your Blog. Did you think he was kidding? He hasn't updated in a long time, but his archived posts are still pretty fantastic.
The Savage Critics includes a local boy, but everybody knows what it really is: the fucking online home of Abhay Khosla. You can't go wrong with Abhay, and if you do go wrong with Abhay Khosla--well, shit. Must be hard, being you. Brian Hibbs, Douglas Wolk, David Uzumeri, Jeff Lester, Jog and Hella More fill shit out at there as well.
Respect is due to the Mindless Ones, all of whom are crazy, none of whom are American, and most of whom have seen grown men cry at the hands of our functioning robot gods. They call their site Mindless Ones, because hey: why dosh around with a crap name?
The rumors that Timothy Callahan and TFO's primary millstone once got into a fistfight over whether or not it was acceptable to refer to Ronnie Raymond as "a dirty fucking waste of time for mental deviants" are completely true, what's little understood is that it was more Callahan taking the moral high road while the TFO boyz jacked his rims. He's actually a pretty solid guy once you get to know him, which we all plan to do as soon as we can figure out a better way to smoke crack out of an aluminum can. He drops knowledge at GeniusboyFiremelon, which is only a strange name for a blog if you don't Do Some Research, asshole.
Cheryl Lynn takes care of business at Digital Femme, and business is good, as long as you understand that business often means an exhausted "Let me explain the problem to you again, you fucking jerk" explanation couched in solid reasoning.
Nobody ever figured out Jones, One of the Jones Boys real name, did they? Aw, who gives a shit. He doesn't post that often, but when he does, it's always remarkable simply because he's not recycling the exact same mouth-breathing status quo nonsense that you've already seen repeated ad infinitum everywhere else. It's too bad that is remarkable, now that it's been written out. Let's you and him fight!
Jon Hastings handles the business at The Forager Blog, and while no one at the Factual agrees with him about the Bourne films, he's one of those cats who makes the "dude is smart" shit look easy.
While being a Doctor Who fan is usually a dealbreaker with bloggers, Andrew Hickey turns all that prejudice and bigotry on its head by delivering fine writing on all kinds of various subjects over at Sci-Ence! Justice Leak! If you aren't challenged by something he deals with on his site, it's probably because you're him, or because you're a fucking liar. Alternatively, you could just not give a fuck about British politics. (Whichever lord smiles at the largest bathtub becomes queen, every Snursday!)
J. Caleb Mozzocco keeps his shit tight as hell, updating on a daily basis across the web, but mostly over at Every Day Is Like Wednesday, although he tries to legitimize Blog@Newsarama as much as is possible by never writing about toys and crying.
Bob Temuka is a guy that can best handle his own introductions, but instead of letting him do that, we decided that it would be best to just say that he's 10 feet tall and bulletproof, just as Travis Tritt and Jehovah before him. He's on time and live over at The Tearoom of Despair.
-To Be Continued, Although You Shouldn't Hold Off On Breathing Or Nothing