
M.C. Shumaker was doomed to be a geek from the start. It started in utero, when she was read the collected works of Tolkien. She built a computer before she could drive a car. She had a zombie apocalypse survival plan before they were cool. The Fourth Doctor is her Doctor. Spock, Mulder and Tesla were her first crushes. She is a Trekker, Browncoat, Niner, Lostie, Whovian, and an X-Phile.
Her geek specialties are graphic literature, web comics, the world of Harry Potter, science fiction, British television, hard science, LOST and The X-Files. Due to her upbringing by a Tolkien obsessed mother and Trekker father, she has a soft spot for fantasy, literature, and the Klingon language too.
She has an unhealthy obsession with Nikola Tesla, The Lone Gunmen, robots, zombies and Japanese hard candy.
When she isn't writing the Great American Graphic Novel, knitting fandom related amigurumi, or engaging in an argument over why it should be required for new Doctor Who fans to watch the episodes prior to Eccleston, she plays the part of a mild mannered freelance writer counting down the days until this year's Dragon*Con.
She received a bachelor of arts in Creative Writing from Florida State University in 2002. She resides in Tallahassee, FL, with her mad scientist husband and a pet basil plant named Basil. When she grows up, she wants to be a professional disc golfer or a robot. Maybe both.
You can follow her on Twitter at
http://twitter.com/_squarerootofpi or her blog at
http://squarerootofpi.livejournal.com/.

It’s 1968 and you are a soldier stuck in the middle of a Vietnam jungle. You expect to kill a few, if not many in order to preserve your own survival. But are you prepared to kill them again once they rise and become the undead? You would be, if you were a soldier in ’68 Encore.

At its most basic, The Righteous and the Wicked is a Western film filled with bad guys, good guys, bad guys gone good, and good guys gone bad. While that and a few hundred cowboy hats, horses, tumbleweeds, and a saloon make for a film that falls in the Western genre, making a good Western requires a whole other list of ingredients.

There are so many adjectives I could use to describe Fadiing of the Cries. Confusing. Dreadful. Painful. Horrendous. Terrible. Atrocious. But I will stick to bad. It’s a classic and best sums up the overall feel of Fading of the Cries. Bad.

I am sold. This thirty-two page comic managed to create a killer opening that will bring the reader in and force them to stay focused, eyes wide open on each panel of every page. I haven’t been this engrossed in an opening since the series premiere of Lost.

Draw the curtains, lock the doors, and light the candles. It’s time to give in to all seven of the deadliest sins. It’s time for A Miscellany of Murder. The Monday Murder Club has put together a tome of trivia, quizzes and real life tales meant to satisfy the most macabre of appetites.

Do not read Axe Cop: Bad Guy Earth while drunk. It is very likely you will wake up the next morning with a tattoo of a T-Rex sporting mirrored sunglasses and machine gun arms on your thigh — not that there is anything wrong with that. But maybe if you were sober, you would have chosen a more logical place for said tat, like your right bicep. Trust me on this.

Lovestruck is, plain and simply, about love. Not the altruistic emotion that inspires poets and saints, but the stuff that sells. Love is a business. Love is a commodity. Love is power, and all you need is love if you want to win.

This issue focuses on none other than everyone’s favorite nominee for worst mother of the year. Clara begins to zone out during a guild meeting and inadvertently finds herself forced into interacting with her family, which leads to a trip down memory lane.

The con is over and you are back in the land of Muggles. You might notice a decrease in enthusiasm and an increase in sadness. Don’t worry, after four days of nonstop geek and freak excitement, you are suffering what is known as Post-Con Depression (PCD).

Cthulhu Tales Omnibus: Delirium is not a collection to be taken lightly. I was once like you, sane, calm, naïve. If I had known thirty-six hours ago how my life would turn upside down by the reading of Cthulhu Tales Omnibus: Delirium… if only.