‘Doctor Strange 2’ is titled ‘Doctor Strange In the Multiverse of Madness’ and is arriving November, 2020
Scott Derrickson and Doctor Strange are ushering us into the Multiverse, friends. And if you believe the director, it’s going to be the first scary MCU film. Hey, I can fuck with it.
Doctor Strange 2! Dropping next year! Fine with me, my dudes. Fine with me. That said, I’m dying for Marvel to reveal their slate for the next few years.
Rumor: ‘Doctor Strange 2’ starting production next Spring. ‘Cause you always need a Smartest Guy In The Room
Folks, Doctor Strange 2 is going into production next year. This ain’t surprising, given the trajectory of the MCU. I assume that Tony Stark is done after Avengers 4, at least in a prominent role. So, what are we going to do about the Smartest Guy In The Room vacancy? Push Strange as Stark’s successor.
You may remember, Marvel Scrubs and Fanboys, that the Doctor Strange stinger set-up his presence in Thor: Ragnarok. However, thus far Mystical Tony Stark hasn’t been present in any of the promotional materials. Well, that changes with the release of the Japanese trailer.
Don’t really know why this is news. Like, aren’t we expecting everyone to team-up in Infinity War? That said, I’m putting it behind the jump, just in case you’re *that guy* about the movie.
Man, Jerkface shared this a couple of days ago on my Facebook wall. Fucking blew my mind. But, quite truthfully, I didn’t think to show it with you folks. This, this is fucking fantastic.
Like, we already knew Doctor Strange was going to be in Thor: Ragnarok, right? In our taints, our hearts, our minds. But! Now it’s confirmed.
The latest descent into adolescent sophistry, scatalogical humor, and irredeemable buffoonery is upon you, folks. Gnash your teeth at The God That Forgot You and curse It for allowing us to continue our podcast.
This latest iteration covers a typical gamut of garbage.
Feauring such topics as “Eating only broccoli that women have farted on” and “Hipster Or Homeless? should be a game show.”
If that hasn’t sent you away, we also mock both Liberals and Trumpers, have half-hearted conversations about Doctor Strange and Arrival, and psychoanalyze Bateman’s childhood pants-shitting and subsequent life-long catastrophic psychological trauma.
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It’s Election Night in America. In fact since I’m tardy writing this (I’m always tardy writing this, this semester!), I’ve had the distinct pleasure of turning off Early Results, closing my Twitter, and instead retreating here. To what has been so admirably dubbed my Space-Oasis, the Space-Ship Omega.
It’s that time again, folks. Weekend Open Bar, folks. I’ll level with you: I’m tired. I’ll level with you: I have nary an ounce of creative juice to squeeze out of my mind-guts, and that’s if you’re being optimistic and crediting me with creativity on occasion. But. Hey. It’s that time again, folks. Weekend Open Bar, folks. Someone has got to turn on the neon lights. Someone has got to make sure the hearth is lit. Someone gotta hook up the draught. That’s me, that’s me, that’s me! None the less, outside of that fact, with that taken into consideration, I’m pretty fucking good.
A little fatigued, a little woozy, a little weary. But here! Here, dammit.