Ramblings Of A Man Named Joseph Carro

Posts tagged “Storm

My Top Ten Favorite Fighting Games

Posted on November 6, 2018

I’ve recently been trying to re-focus my blog to a more personal direction, writing creative non-fiction and tales from my childhood. Yet, the other “segments” I’ve created for my blog, such as Top Ten – still call to me. I feel like it’s time to do another. As I was wondering what subject I should write about for this installment of Top Ten, the idea hit me like a massive Hadouken. I should totally do a Top Ten based around my love for fighting games. I’ve always been a big fan of fighting games, though I was never good at them. Because the games usually focus only on fighting, a big chunk of the art direction goes into making the graphics as slick as…

Heels In The Rain

Posted on April 10, 2018

*Painting by Andre Kohn The water’s droppin’ from the hazy-grey skies and I’m sittin’ here in an empty place, droppin’ from a buzz. My head is full of swimmin’ thoughts, my skin is pricklin’ at the cold wind. My ears are pickin’ up the tap tappin’ of the rain that sounds like static on the streets, drummin’ on the glass. You’re walkin’ through my mind with red heels and a red dress. Nothin’s slowin’ you down. Your perfume knocks at my nostrils, and I let it in. It’s only the memory but it’s still real. Real enough. My eyes slide closed like shutters in an old house. They block out the light, but not the vision that is you.

In Defense Of Manara (NSFW)

Posted on September 2, 2014

We’ve all seen the ALTERNATE cover of the upcoming Spider-Woman solo comic book by Marvel Comics. Jessica Drew – aka Spider-Woman – ┬áis crawling up over the edge of a building in New York City in a classic Spider-Man pose – but with a more sexual edge than normal (or is it?). Her butt is rising into the air, the centerpiece of the illustration. Her costume is tight, clinging to her curves like her own skin, but in different colors. One can imagine the men on the street below, who happen to be glancing skyward, seeing her scandalous rump disappearing over the edge and how they then start to sweat. Mothers shield their children’s eyes. We, as the potential reader, are assaulted with this…