Friday, May 30, 2008

Abstinance From "Sex In The City"

Guess what movie I won't be seeing at midnight?

Okay, here's the thing on this. I was never really a fan of "Sex In The City" in its original run. There was nothing there to interest me. All right, Kim Catrall naked almost every episode was okay, but I am a guy. I'm far from Mas Macho, but I am a guy. I do know of many straight guys who watched the show because their girlfriends or wives watched it and they couldn't escape it and were drawn in. I just never felt the groove.

I know that the film has gotten some good reviews. USA Today gave it three stars. I'm not here to knock the movie and what it stands for at all. I just don't need to see it as I am not the audience. The movie was made for mainly women and good for them I say. With "Iron Man", "Indy 4" and the rest of the Summer flicks, it's cool that ladies have their own movie to go to while us guys get to see stuff blow up.

If a guy does go to see "Sex", he'll either be gay or forced by his woman to go. The latter I can definitely see happening. He'll grouse about the fact that he doesn't want to go and his lady friend will tell him that HE WILL GO WITH HER TO SEE THIS MOVIE. After getting the stink eye from her, he will give in and say very meekly, "okay" and go along. If he's quiet after the trailers and watches the movie and doesn't fidget and make any loud fart noises during the big Fashion Week scenes, he may receive a "sumpin-sumpin" at a later date, if you get my drift. Now don't send me letters or comments on this because it's true and you know it. I'm just the only one to say it. Hell, men do the same thing to women. That's right, I said it.

If the playoffs are on and our lady friends come up to us and start asking too many questions about who's that guy and what round is the game in or they want to start talking about their crazy friend at work and you need to listen now and screw the Cowboys, a man will politely tell them that they are watching something important to them and that if they are quiet, they will take out the garbage, wash the dishes, and cook dinner for a whole week. To which, men won't do for the whole week because we are lazy bums anyway and screw the whole thing up for everybody. Alright, just me. But you get the picture.

I hope that "Sex In The City" does huge at the box office and makes as much as "Iron Man" did it's first weekend out. I hope that folks everywhere enjoy the antics of the ladies once again. I'll save my money however and wait for "The Incredible Hulk" on June 13th, the day before my birthday. If it makes you feel any better because of this post, yes. I will probably be going stag. That's a a shame. Then wagain, the way ticket and concession prices are these days, I think I may be better off.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

I Forgot Something Below...

Here's a link to an obit for Harvey's death. I mean no disrespect by calling him by his first name, but it just feels like I've known the man all my life. I guess in a way, I have.

A Sad Day For Comedy

No sooner that the public hears that comic Dick Martin died, today comes word that actor/comic Harvey Korman has passed at the age of 81. I could sit here and list his credits, but America knows them by now, especially if you grew up in the Seventies like I did. Whether it was during "Blazing Saddles" as evil Hedley LaMarr or on the wonderful "Carol Burnett Show" where he cracked jokes or cracked up over Tim Conway's jokes, Korman was a one of a kind that could pull off a line with a laugh or become the perfect straight man.

He will be missed.

Be It Ever So Humble...

Meet the New blah-blah, same as the Old blah-blah-blah.

Well, it looks like you made it over from My Space. Glad to see you here. By now, you've looked over the place. Kicked the tires, popped the hood and all that good rot. Now you ask, "This is okay, I guess. But what's in it for me? How's the mileage on this thing?" Let me sit you in the seat here and tell you all about this. How about a lovely soda for ya? You hungry? We got donuts.

First off, I've been working on this for nearly five years, as of June 29th. Since then if you will look to the left and below in the archives, I talk about a lot of things. You can Google almost every topic I've ever talked about here and there's a bunch. I also have a penguin named Carl Wintergarten Who loves the visitors here, because you can feed him fish.

One more thing I have here is the freedom to cut loose. I know what most of you are thinking, that he could do that on My Space. Not really. When I was doing that blog, it felt like I could be a bit angrier. I could spit out the F-bomb there and no one would say anything. While I do like saying the F-bomb a bunch, I felt as though being angry a lot wasn't helping my writing. That was the whole reason I started writing again: for the sheer fun of it. Well, I'm bringing the fun back to blogging again.

I'm going to talk about my life, which of course has its little twists and turns and I'm gonna have fun writing about it. No moping or griping or bitching about it. "It is what it is" I always say and I'll talk about it here, warts and all.

I'm gonna talk about things that jerk my chain. Not about folks I know in private, as I'll save that for when I see folks that tick me off in behind closed doors and I think I've gotten rid of them anyways, so this should be easy. You can expect the return of the annual Miss Celebrity Skank Awards soon, with the adding of Mr. Celebrity Douche Bag afterwards. Oh yeah, we'll have some fun with this one.

Also, there's loads of You Tubery here. Lots of it, when I'm too tired from dialysis. You'll either get a cheesy cartoon, bad 80's video, or coming soon, "Underground Savannah". This will be the ONLY PLACE to see it as I don't want to see myself all over the place.

OF course, the biggest thing reason for you to be here is, truthfully you the reader. I really want to hear from you and what you think about this place and what goes on here. You can leave a comment here and not worry about when I'll look over it and post it. Just leave your name and email address in the comments (you don't have to have a website to add a comment) and click in the box if you want to see a follow up to what you said and you may receive it very quickly. I can really be prompt on these things.

Like I said, drive it around. Have a look at a few things. Click on one of the many supporters on the blogroll (I have my favorites in there and if you ask me in private I can give you one or two of them **cough**!**cough-cough****) and let me know what you think. I hope you like what you see.

Oh, just one more thing from me. To quote The Reverend Run in his "Raisin' Hell" days, "We've had a whole lot of superstars on this here stage tonight. But I want y'all to know one thing: THIS IS MY M*********** HOUSE!"

I'm tired of using that Who line, that's why.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Howdy, My Spacers!

There's no Tom here. There's no drama here. There's only you and me.

Okay, that's a scary thought. But hey, you're here now, so let's have some fun shall we?

By the way, you've all been "rick rolled". Google it as I don't have time to tell you about it. All I know is to let you all see a clip of Rick Astley. LIVE!

Tuesday, May 27, 2008


I'm okay, but tired from a Tuesday dialysis. Memorial Day went great, thanks to BBC America and their Monty Python marathon and a DVD set of Jack Benny Programs I found in Wal-Mart for five bucks. That's it. Nothing spectacular. Other than that, life if cool. Watch this clip called "LOLrasslers", which combines two great American tastes into one bite. Only Reese's don't smell like ten day old sweat.

I met a wrestler who actually did smell like he'd just been evicted from a locker room. Really.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Pork 'N Beans For Memorial Day!

Let's see, I saw "Indiana Jones 4" on Wednesday night at midnight along with some of The Summer Movie Posse and thought it was a great movie. I'll give you the short review here: It's kind of like saying that Strawberry is the least favorite flavor of Neopoltian ice cream, but it's still pretty durn good. I'll try and post a couple of photos up this weekend for you.

Speaking of which, I can finally upload cell phone photos online now, so you can expect to see some ridiculous stuff here soon. I think the best photos are the one that have movement and action that makes it look more natural. Look for those on the horizon.

No, I did not go to the blogger 's seminar on Wednesday. I was sick and tired literally that morning and needed to rest. I heard it was okay until they got into computer speak. You know, "Will this stuff go to Linux", or "If my wifi can't connect into the motherboard, can I just strip it into my chichiwhadilly and flux in onto my paradiddil so I can have access to my Oom-mau-mau" or something like that. Also, my laptop is old and the other guys would have laughed me out of the room.

I've got some wonderful things coming up for this very site in the near future as we get closer to our fifth anniversary of blogging. This site has gone from a dog and pony show to a dog, pony and dancing pig show so I think it's time for new things here. That doesn't mean changing the template as I think folks like the familiar, so the best thing for me to do is don't screw what's worked so far. Plus, I don't feel like fighting any HMTL right now. Look for some exciting news here soon, and that includes "Underground Savannah".

Finally, I leave you with Weezer and their new song "Pork and Beans", in what could be the marching song for this page as we've delved into the pop culture of the internet, especially You Tube and it's many "stars". Just watch and guess how many of these folks you've seen online at 3 in the morning. Have a safe Memorial Day weekend and I'll talk to you after Monday!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Chicks, Man. Chicks.

I'm not going into it again. I jut posted on the My Space blog about women that has a lot of good curse words in there about them. Needless to say, read it to yourself at the office. Until then, I'm just gonna post this wonderful clip from The Muppet Movie that should explain my plight. Sing, Rolf!

Monday, May 19, 2008

Still Can't Sleep. Must Stilll Post....

Thank you all who jumped over fro the My Space blog to this page. I hope there was no turbulence along the any getting here. If you missed what I talked about earlier, just go to the My space blog for all the details. I don't feel like giving you a "story so far", so shet yer piehole.

I do want to once again announce that May 17th has now come and gone and there are no "Underground Savannah" clips up yet. That's because I've been talking to my family a lot as of late now that the Fantastic Four has reunited. Of you are wondering, I was The Thing of the group. I needed to take of all the real world stuff before I could sit and cut the show like I'd like. There is a plan however and I'm not making it up as I go along.

On June 29th, I will be celebrating my five years of blogging. I really don't know if that is a milestone in blogging, but I am older than Perez Hilton, The Huffington Post, and TMZ and they can all suck it. I plan on celebrating it asomehow and I hope that I will have up choice (read: actually funny) clips up soon. Be patient and your wish will be granted.

Just a couple of notes for this week for you all. This week here in Savannah, an organization called the Creative Coast Alliance will be holding a blogging seminar this Wednesday. Truthfully, I've never been all that attracted to something like this, but It's free and they got food, to be honest. I just hope that they have something important to talk about. I'll try to get some photos from the event, probably from me being bored or choking someone out.

Also this Friday, I'll be hosting Karaoke this Friday night @ Pepino's Restaurant at the Oglethorpe Mall, starting at seven. They have great Mexican meals and the margaritas are like heaven. Also, I'm doing a song or two. If you can make it come on out. Don't forget, I also have Steed's Tavern on Saturday as well, starting at eight and going on until I get pooped. Really, I'd hope to see you at both.

Okay, you've seen both blogs at work today and I think I'm sleepy enough to get some sleep. Nighty-night.

Thursday, May 15, 2008


Okay, I took the comment monitor off as I believe our long, national, nightmare is now over. This is my house and no one comes here and disrupts it. So there. Gooney-goo-goo.
Let the comments fly!

Now that's that. And now this is this. I think the May 17th Underground Savannah celebration may be postponed by a day. As it turns out, my baby sister Adriene called me for the first time in six months, not knowing that I have been talking to my other sister Terri for the bast three weeks, thusly shocking her with the news. With the last piece of the puzzle solved, it can mean only one thing.

The Fantastic Four are back! My family has finally come together again after eighteen years! I haven't been this happy in a very long time. That means you will forgive me if May 17 doesn't go like you want to. I'll try to work it all out this weekend and fill you in on how it all went down as son as I can, but right now I am extremely excited to finally become at peace with life, something I haven't had for a very long time.

Okay, I'm gonna stop now before I start to cry. I'm so very happy.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

To Wright A Wrong

I just put the CPAP on my face when I just had to get this out of the way so I can get my eight hours rest, which is a good feeling. Have you read today's long, ridiculous comments that have been showing up today. Well they have caused nothing be headache from me, if you haven't read them. If you want to read them now, because sometime later on today when I wake up, I am going to delete them from the blog. Y'all know the deal. If it sucks, it has to go. And because of the petty actions of one person, I am now monitering and comments that show up here on the site. That means I'll read it before it hits the page and determine if it's okay , and really 90% are except for the Bad penny, as the person will now be mentioned. In fact, I have officially thrown this person under a bus for their attitude. You have now been what is now call "Wrighted" and I never wish to deal with this problem again. That's right. You are a old, black crazy assed Baptist preacher and I want nothing to to with you. I do not condone your actions and you have given me no choice but to roll a Greyhound bus over you. So there. You are now "Writghted" like Wile E Coyote after the boulder falls off the cliff and rolls back. Trust me and use the new phrase "you've been Wrighted" to someone. It feels good and you will regain superdelegates in the process.

Okay, that's done and the Ambien is kicking in. Good night, good luck and God Bless. See ya tomorrow, kids!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

What's on Cable Seven?

Yeah, "Underground Savannah" is in there. May 17th is fast approaching. I'm still working on dissecting and uploading, so it could be a wee late. You know I'm good for it.


Okay, this is pretty cool news for today. After being off the air since 1985, The Electric Company is making a return this fall. I saw in Variety where they'll have kid actors on the show, but the best part was seeing the grown ups. I mean, Morgan Freeman and Bill Cosby were on that show! Joan Rivers, Zero Mostel, Rita Moreno, even Spider-Man was there! Here's one of my favorite bits from the show telling the old joke about the plumber and the parrot. I may have posted this before, but it still makes me laugh to this day.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Buying Someone on My Space and The "N" Word

I know, I know. I'll just try to make it brief, all right?

I saw that My Space has now applets that folks can use. I looked at them and I really think they're cute, but I really don't have time for any of them. I did notice that a few of my pals here have used them and have challenged me to play trivia or Texas Hold 'Em. I'm just too busy to play. Sorry, gang. Dialysis, college, work and stuff. Oh, and the blogs come first.

Now, I do now that there is an applet that lets you buy someone. Really, tat one is just ridiculous. I got a phone call from one guy who said he had just "paid" for me and I thought it was just goofy, especially who the buyer was. Suddenly, I noticed that I was being "bought" by other people. Here's my thing, and maybe I may sound picky about it but what do I get out of being bought? WHERE'S MY PIECE? I mean, you bums may be thinking you're getting something good, but I am not seeing one dime out of it. Hell, if you really want to make this good, GET ME A FRICKIN' KIDNEY SO I CAN LEAD A SEMI-NORMAL LIFE AGAIN. I mean, I feel like these boobs are trying to pimp me out. And no, I will not buy you, dear reader. Think about that for a moment as I ease into the next subject.

I don't know what got into the water, but I have been hearing the "N" word lately, and not just from stupid assed strangers, but from folks I know. I guess most of you know me by now and know that I really don't like that word. I mean, slavery's over, Rosa Parks sat in the front seat, Martin marched, Malcolm yelled, Hank got 715 and now we could have a Black president soon. I think the time for the use of the word is done, at least with me. I tire of hearing the word and not jst from my own race. From folks I know and trust. I don't care whether how it's said, with an "r" at the end or an "a". I am sick of hearing it come from anyone's mouth. That being said, this is how I will handle it. As before in a previous post, I said goodbye to some of the drama in my life and haven't looked back. I am now officially getting rid of the "N" word in my life. If you are my friend, I hope that you will never use that word in my presence EVER again. This goes to everyone, Black, Asian, Hispanic, or White. To my Black, African-American, Sepia, whatever we've decided on, I know that we kinda use it when no one else is around. But just even saying it in private gets us in trouble. I know what Chris Rock and Dave Chappelle said. But that just gave every White frat boy a reason for them to tell the bit to their buddies. Let's just keep it down. I'm looking at you, Lil' Wayne.

As for the rest of you races, I'm telling you now to just stop it. Some of you think I'm talking about you and maybe I am. Let's face facts that I'm not the the stereotypical Black man. Hell yeah, I can belt out Skynard some nights better that what's on tour now. Right, I don't let my pants sag below my ass, I don't drive a pimped out ride, I can work an Hip Hop and R&B Leader just as mush as I can work Savannah's Best Rock and you wouldn't know the difference. I am not a White guy trapped inside of a Black man, which I do truthfully joke about. But I do know the truth that I am a Black man who has busted his hump and did so much to make sure that he doesn't become a thug, a pimp, or a hustler just like his father was. I am proud of my race and at the same time it angers me to see what has become of some of it. I hope that one day, as people are becoming more and more multicultural and the races are mixing together more often, we can all become a people of change and hope. Sorry, I guess you can see who I'm rooting for, but it is what it is.

To wrap this all up, I am glad that you all are my friends. I hope you understand why I don't use the applets and will never buy, sell or trade anyone for a profit. If you are truly my friend, you will understand and respect my wishes. If not, when why were we even friends in the first place? I hope it was for all the right reasons.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

A Mother Of A Day

M is for the Many times she made me get my lazy ass out of bed to get an education.

O is for the fact that she was Only the best cook in the world.

T is for Trying her damndest to raise nine kids on her own and she did wonderfully.

H is for putting up with all the Hell we raised and the Hell she raised back when we messed up badly.

E is for Everyday that she would hug us when we were good and scold us when we screwed up.

R is for, in my opinion Really, the greatest woman that ever walked the face of the Earth and beyond.

Put it all together and they spell Sara Elizabeth Gordon, my mother. She's gone but never forgetten. Thanks, mom.

By the way, if you forget to get your mom a gift today, you can use this post as a letter for her. You unoriginal boob. Next year, get her a diamond to make up for it big time.

Friday, May 09, 2008

Livin' My Life Like It's Golden

I originally sent this letter out to Tina a few days ago. It was so good, I'd thought I'd share it with you today.

Because I am lazy.

Today started out rough. I mean, rough. I was feeling down and I really needed to cheer up. I hate my online classes and it was driving me crazy. While I was in the car, I talked to God and Mama, as I like to do a lot of these days. I told them my problem and asked if they could let me know everything is gonna be alright.other than that,I went on with my day. New comics came in into the store today and I got to joke around with all my pals at The Comic Box like I do every week. wen chat about nerd stuff and who can beat who every week, which is always fun.

At one point, I was joking around with one of the guys and I told him I would sock him in the nose. The guy said, "You know, if you hit me there, you would actually kill me", as nerds secretly know fifty ways to kill a guy, but are too scared to do something about it. That's when I said, "I got nothing to lose". Afterwards, someone who overheard me said, "Sir, you are a
dangerous man." To which I stated, "You know, I literally at death's door three times a week. I guess if I go, I gotta go." At that point, I became okay with my own mortality for the very first time. Everything is cool. If you die, you die. It may not be in the game plan, but it is what it it. But until then, all you gotta do is keep on moving.

My mind still lingered on taking a break from college for a quarter when I got to work, and I talked it out with Damien's girlfriend Nichole. She was right when she told me that if I've gotten this far and I shouldn't stop now or else I'll become Jan and quit and never go back when you could have a degree. I just needed to be sure that I would be okay.

I left work and rushed to the college as I had to be there at six for a test. I worked on the notes at work and was prepared. As soon as I walked in, folks were already started, so my teacher Mr. Cone gave me my copy of the test and I started as quick as I could. Before you knew it, after thirty questions, I was done before everyone in the class. I was the last to enter and the first to leave. Sweet.

Then, i saw one of my classmates Denise and she had asked if I had seen another classmate named Will, to which I told her that I didn't. Denise said she was looking for to see if he could change her tire since she had a flat. I told her I was offended because I may look like a geek, but I can change a tire. She showed me her car and the flat on the driver's backside and changed it in fifteen minutes, all while the class was on a break. We noticed that her donut tire was flat, so I told her to go to the nearest gas station to get some air to make sure it was good. After the class, I followed her to the air pump at Enmark on Waters where we filled it up, but sadly there was a leak in that tire was well. I advised her to buy a can of FIX-A-FLAT which you spray into the tire, covers the inside of the rim with adhesive and air until you can get to a tire store. We got it and it worked and we were both getting ready to leave when all of a sudden a man in a white truck asked us if we had I flat tire and I explained to him the situation. He said that he could fix the first flat by plugging the hole and he had the stuff in his truck. When I asked him how much would it cost to do it, he said that it's no cost and that he was just paying it forward. I looked at Denise and said, "Today was your day for good blessings". I drove off knowing that she was in safe hands.

So, what have I learned today? Simple: To don't give up, don't look back, and always give forward. It's the best feeling in the world.

Oh, and I decided to return for Summer quarter.

Monday, May 05, 2008

"You (sometimes don't really) gotta have friends"....

Most of you readers here @ Sam-a-rama may or may not know that I usually run the same posts here or on the My Space site to get readers on both ends. Sometimes, I'll run a special post that only runs there or vice-versa. On Sunday, it was a very personal post there. By the time most read the last post, they said, "Oh, crap. Sam used the F-word. He must be pissed." Well, at the time that I wrote it, which was 4am on a late Saturday night, I was. I had an incident happen to me that involved someone I cared deeply about who sadly went off the deep end when all that should have happened was that they should have walked away from their problem and just try to enjoy themselves. Instead, they let pride be their downfall and caused major embarrassment. At first, I felt at fault because my friend didn't listen to me and I couldn't reign them in. Then I realized that they were on their own and there was nothing I could really do about it. When it was all said and done, even the police want anything to do with it. It was a mess the entire way all around and yes, alcohol was involved. Yes, the F-word I used in that post was the word "friends".

I don't think that posting all the details of what happened will solve anything from that night. Like I said before, it was messy. But, it did involve someone I liked very much. However, that person had way too much drama in their lives. I mean we all do, and sometimes people inflate it way too much to the point to where it can sometimes take over their lives, which is not for the best. I know that I have mine, but I've learned from other people who are my friends to just shake it off and just keep moving. That is not just some line Matthew McConeghey just throws out there. It's true. If you just keep your head straight and let things pass quietly, your life will be less stressful and more peaceful. I've had to learn that over the years and I fell much better for it. However, my friend did not and went through what I saw as a meltdown that wasn't needed. This is why I wrote what I did. No apologies whatsoever.

As for my friend, in truth I don't think we'll be friends anymore, at least at this time or anytime to be determined. As I stated in the post, I really sorry but I don't have time to rally around something that's not worth fighting for, including a fight. I was that way a long time ago and I'm older now and those days of being a two-fisted, crossed-eyed punk looking for trouble. I'm older, wiser, and quite truthfully, my feet hurt. I've had to learn to live alone and face my own drama head on and I have come out the better for it. It may even be the reason that I'm single now, but when it comes to having to hear from someone about how life sucks and they don't do anything about it to solve their own problems and expect me to sit there and listen and take it, then I have to pass.

Also as in the last post, I will not mention any names. This goes to everyone out there who can't take care of themselves and expect someone else to just take pity. There's nothing wrong with having a shoulder to lean on, but when you put your back out trying to hold another person up is hell and I can't do that anymore. I'm not addressing on person here, but I am addressing those that I do know who are Oscar winners when it comes to the dramamtic: STOP IT. It does no good to you and in the end because you bring it on yourself and you wnat everyone to suffer with you. Either it is a lousy job, an abusive relationship, even the guy who serves you the wrong coffee. FIX IT. It doesn't take bitching and moaning. It doesen't take screaming or violence. It takes a clear head. Once you have that, then everything else will work out fine and no more drama. in closing, to those of you I've lost as friends because of this one post, then I say once again "Good luck, good night and God Bless". I really do hope that you get your life in order and things will one day become better for you. Then maybe one day, once you have your life in order, maybe we'll see how I willl fit into your life as a friend, if I decide to take that road once again.

Friday, May 02, 2008



That was the simple review. This is the much longer version of that.

When I first heard that Jon Favreau was going to direct "Iron Man", I was quite happy. I knew he was a smart, funny guy that gets the the whole comic book thing. Then I found out Robert Downey, Jr.had been cast as Tony Stark and I like millions of other people were now hyped to see what they would do. In the comics, Tony Stark is a damaged man. He drinks, he's a womanizer and sometimes, a complete a-hole who is now trying to redeem himself by becoming a superhero. Downey too is also a damaged man. I think we've all heard of his drug and alcohol problems and has been clean now for a few years. He now tries to redeem himself by becoming a superhero with much success.

Downey shines as Tony by simply playing his own offscreen persona: a smart, very witty guy. He could have gone for the typical superhero M.O. of being a brooding wimp out of the costume, but Stark is quick with a one liner. He tels a robot assiastant at one point that if he screws up again, he'll ship it off to a research center.You can't keep your eyes off him, in or out of armor the entire time.

As for the armor, it is amazing. Stan Winston based the designs straight from the comic and looks dead on. I'm glad they went with this version of the Iron Man armory. Back in the Seventies, there was one suit that had a nose. I kid you not...A nose on the face plate. Google it: Iron Man with a nose.

As for the other actors, Gwyneth Paltrow does a great job as Tony's assistant Pepper, with a quick line just as funny as Downey. Terence Howard as Jim Roades, Tony's best friend and military contact hangs in there. At one point, he looks at one of the Iron Man suits and says, "Next time, baby". In the comics, Jim also has his own armor as War Machine, so expect to see that in the sequel. Jeff Bridges plays dirty as Obidiah Stane, C.E.O. of Stark Industries as a man who the song "Backstabbers' by the O'Jays was written for. Oh eyah, and Stan Lee shows up as well. He has to as he is Stan "The Man" Lee who co-created the character.

In all, the movie is a wild ride that will make you happy that someone made a really good, not sucky comic book movie. Marvel took a risk by taking a semi-known (outside of comics) superhero and turned it into not a man of iron, but a man of gold. I highly reccomend this.

Oh, and stick around after the credits. You will be rewarded. You think Iron Man is the only other superhero?