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The Hero Reboot Challenge: The Flash

Posted: June 12, 2011 by silvertomatoproductions in Comics, Comics Editorials, Tomato Fixes, Tomato Surprise


“I’ve gotta be honest, Iris: your husband will never be the

fastest man alive.”

– Ed Thawne, “The Unstoppable Force”

In Central City, nothing ever moves quickly. For all of the less-than-stellar things you can say about the little town that could, it hasn’t earned that name by rushing into anything. The solar panels on the roof of the governor’s mansion were dragged there with grandeur, and the city’s skyline shined like the Second Coming, eventually. The people that live here are like that, too: if the city didn’t dictate their rhythms, you could say that they dictated the city’s. Just ask Ed Thawne, Central City’s top physician. Needless to say, he never had much competition, (the c-word was rarely uttered in this place) but he was gentle enough for his name to make the rounds early and often. City folks never called it a doctor’s appointment; it was just “going to Ed’s”.

Perhaps this was why Centeral City was so struck when Ed Thawne retired. Usually, when a man as old as Ed retires, a pine box of some sort is involved, and everyone rents a nice tuxedo or dress. Edward Thawne, however, retired in the most basic sense of the word; one day, the aging doctor woke up to find that realigning his bookshelf was more appealing than realigning somebody’s back, and that was that. A somber mood fell over the little town, or at least a somber enough mood for six-packs to be bought and consumed in his honor. But no retirement is a good retirement if it doesn’t end sometime, even if it’s just for a old college friend. After all, it wasn’t every day that you saw two people survive the same lightning strike. And it wasn’t every day that they were married.



A woman much smarter than me, but also sadly less alive, once said that writers are, as a rule, proficient in three things: lying, cheating, and stealing. Seeing as I’m only slightly good at the former, and absolutely pitiful at its closest relative, I figured I ought to take a crack at the last one. As such, I’d like to welcome you to a new feature on The Scratch Pad, called Tomato Fixes.

Maybe it’s just my parasitic, crippling narcissism speaking for me, but every so often, I finish reading a comic at a comic, and I find myself thinking “With a few tweaks, this comic could be eons better.” Naturally, I’ll spend the rest of the day tweaking the comic in my head, nipping here and tucking there, pecking at premises and clipping at characters until I either want to throw the whole smoldering mess off of a steep cliff, or, on a better day, arrive at something that would make a pretty compelling comic or animated series. This set of post is for the lucky few ideas that fall into the latter category, the rare beasts that miraculously manage to claw themselves out of my head with their vital organs mainly intact.


Episode One

Hosted by Tomato Surprise and Chdr. The opening song is Dream Island Obsessional Park (Yume no Shima Shinen Kōen) by Susumu Hirasawa. This is the first episode, so it is a bit rough, with everyone talking over each other at times, but all-in-all, I feel like it was a good job. ~ RacattackForce

Download Episode One Here

Head below the jump to see what shows we are covering this week…


The Notaku Diaries: An Introduction

Posted: October 10, 2010 by silvertomatoproductions in Notaku Diaries, Uncategorized

Good evening, Scratchi-verse!

Chances are that, if you’re reading this, you know about the now infamous and divisive post I made on this blog last week. In it, I detailed my long and deep-seated disgust at many modern anime shows, a disgust which pushed many of our readers to be a little angry at me, some even calling my post a “croc”.

There may be some similarities.

But, that’s not what I’m here to talk about today. Rather, I’d like to talk about the second part of my post. (But watch out for crocs!)

They don't even look HUMAN.

In the second part of the post, I made my intent clear. The point of the post, you see, was not a tooth-and-nail assault against anime. Instead, it was a plea to The ScratchPad’s audience (and wow, there are a LOT of you. Seriously, thanks.) to get me back onto the anime train, to provide the fuel for me to take one last desperate run on the roller-coaster of Japanese animation. And you all delivered. In addition to the multitude of comments, Tweets, and Facebook messages the post received, my own fellow ‘Padders tried their best to get me onto the anime bandwagon. Shortly thereafter, I announced via Twitter that my posts for this blog would radically change in the year 2011. If you haven’t quite put two and two together, I’ll fill you in below the cut. (more…)

Good afternoon, Scratchi-verse!

I have a confession to make. There’s a secret that I’ve shamefully kept from all of you for years on end. As an animation fan, it’s plagued me for years.  As a person, it eats at me every day, causing a deep void to endlessly widen in my soul. But, you know what? I’m tired of remaining silent.  I’m tired of living in fear, and I’m REALLY tired of letting it control me. So, today, in hopes of fixing the problem and finally being free, I’m going to just come out and say it, finally seeking the help and guidance of you, one of our many excellent The ScratchPad readers:

My name is Tomato Surprise, and I hate anime.


Good afternoon, Scratchi-verse!

I’ve been writing for close to six years now. One of the common axioms that frustrated me in my early years as a writer, and still does today, is “there’s nothing new under the sun”. I’ve heard this from people I really respect and admire, and, to tell you the truth, it scares me. As a writer, it boils down to this. If everything’s been done before, why am I here? Isn’t my job as a writer to come up with new things, original ideas that never make people think the same way that they do after the conclusion? It was a bit of an existential writing crisis, which in retrospect was probably not good for my 8-year-old blood pressure. Even so, I’ve continued to look for an answer to these questions practically every day. I’ve finally found one, in today’s comic, that I think is satisfying. I’m sure you’ll agree, in fact, that it’s really quite extraordinary.


Hey, Scratchi-verse!

You know what I’m tired of? Crisis movies.  Whether it be in print, on panel, or ingrained within the silver screen, humanity is obsessed with ending itself, even it means completely skewering a trivial bit of Mayan prophecy bullock. There’s more than one way to skin the cat of Armageddon, though. Environmental collapse, meteor showers, alien incursion, and mass spiritual warfare all contribute to this annoying, dime-a-dozen phenomenon. One thing’s bugged me about every one of them, though.

After the ragtag band of human heroes solves the world-wiping threat, they just proudly gallup into an end-credits laden sunset. Wait, writers, back up. What about society? Does is return to normal? Does it rebuild? What’s changed about it? What’s different? No, no, CUT THE CREDITS! I still have so many questions!

Or at least I did, until I read the subject of this week’s review: Robert Kirkman’s The Walking Dead, published by Image Comics. (more…)