The first time I heard Anthrax jump out of my stereo, mosh across my room to dive boot first through my ears and stomp around inside my grey matter - I was in love. Not like that 'Shall I Compare Thee to a Summers Day' variety of love either. This was that balls-to-the-wall-appetite-for-destruction kind of lust that only gets appeased by a generous helping of army surplus boots, chains, stained torn denim and leather.

The music and words of Anthrax never overtly condoned violence. But it sure made it a point of yelling 'f**k the system and the horse it drug in with it' at the top of your longs before diving into human miasma of slam dance at your local 'ard core show.

I listened to their music a lot - especially while reading comics. Their music always seemed like a fitting soundtrack for the life of Lobo - aka The Main Man.

I read a few minutes ago that Scott Ian - rythmn guitarist and co-founder for Anthrax - is writing the DC Comics two issue Lobo mini-series that is scheduled to rip and destroy it's way into your local comic book shop this November.

Long time comic geeks will no doubt know exactly who Lobo is. My first encounter with him was way back in the DC title, The Omega Men. My first thoughts were 'WTF?? A sadistic clown in orange and purple tights? He should consider therapy.' As his character festered and fermented within the DC universe Lobo traded in stupid spandex for leather, chains and a meat hook, He started to personify all the angst and longing for rebellion that many fans reach to comics to see dealt with in a way that would be completely inappropriate and totally illegal in the real world. If it were not for comics and characters like Lobo - I suspect scarey people with rifles would find themselves atop college bell towers more often.

He got cooler despite his make up being compared to something James O'Barr would have created. There was no tragic emo like drama about Lobo. He is what he is and at any given moment he is going to 'f**k the system and ride off with its horse'.

I am really looking forward to seeing the treatment Scott Ian gives to Lobo. His performance with the band has never left me disappointed or bored. I hope he brings the same creative rebellion to add new chewy pulp and guts to one of DC Comics greatest rebels.

Years ago, I used to play a table top role playing game called 'Werewolf : The Apocolypse'. Weekly a half dozen or so of my friends and I would gather around a table and engage in interactive story telling. Spinning yarns of passion and horror that enabled us to rage and 'get medieval' on what we felt were the grim and excess monotony of our contemporary world.

We would try to pick theme music to fit the game. Living in New Orleans at the time and most of us being into industrial music - a heavy grinding tempo punctuated by the likes of NIN, Ministry and Thrill Kill Kult is what got played the most.

Recently I discovered a band that I like a lot! TV On The Radio. The song 'Wolf Like Me' would have fit perfectly with our imaginations that created rabid beasts driven as a furious pack down Esplanage Ave ready to rip into any demon or leech that was dumb enough not hide its scent well enough.

With lyrics like these, what's not to love about this song?

I grew up watching Star Trek and I watched most of their series and movies that have came out since. But, I don't think that defines me as a 'trekkie'. I never created my own trek costume, spent money on a 'technical manuals' for a spaceship that does not exist or salivated like dog when William Shatner walked out onto stage.

I have friends that are trekkies. They are some of the brightest and warm people that I know. My life has been the better for knowing them. It's just that sometimes, I just don't get them.

I have always loved science fiction movies, books and TV shows, especially Star Trek. To me it's great entertainment and in some ways, the inspiration for the career that I have today. But it's not a lifestyle for me. It's not the social glue that bonds me to many of my friends. It does not hold such a close piece of real estate in my heart that I am offended or insulted when a particular trek episode or movie was poorly written or just so bad that Bruce Campbell would walk away saying, 'Now that was a big steaming pile of poop'.

I just don't understand the need to engage in the idolatry that surrounds the original crew of the Enterprise. I don't care if George Takai likes men and I did not cate when William Shatner did not get an invite to George's wedding. I did not shed a tear when James Doohan past away. I have never learned a word of Klingon and it hurts when I try to split my fingers the way Leonard Nimoy did whenever he said 'Live long and prosper'.

I watch the shows and movies simply because I am entertained by them - it's fun. Not a religion or way of life.

Fun is what I wanted to have when I payed ten bucks to see this latest Star Trek movie. And, fun is what I had. I walked out of the theater feeling like I had received my money's worth. I can't help feeling that some of my trekkie friends set themselves up to feel like they got ripped off holding onto the expectations that this movie would be a complete mirror image of the original Trek and it's crew.

At the risk of offending my dear trekkie friends: The original Captain Kirk is old and bloated. Scotty and Bones are dead. Sulu is gay. Hollywood has always owned those characters will do whatever it wants with them.

It's time to move on and learn how to have some fun if you are going to pay for it.

A fellow comic geek friend of mine forwarded me this really great video clip hosted at YouTube. It's just over nine minutes long. But if you are as amped as I am about seeing the movie, it will feel like only 90 seconds.

The owlship looks so awesome. I want one.