A nerd-out geek-fest of epic proportion, as Max and Bird gush love (in an only partially nonsexual way) all over their favorite comic book series: SAGA. If Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples aren't blushing fit to burst, well, they're not as humble as we imagine them to be. But we're sure they're totally blushing. You know, if they ever hear this. Ever.

Max and the Winged One are back and chatting comic books something fierce: the weight and heft of Art Spiegleman's Maus, (and the weight and heft of Bird's boobs). Also, we discovered an EXCELLENT comic book store: Taiga Games! Check them out, if you're in the Marquette area. 1015 N Third St. Marquette, MI 49855 Facebook.com/TaigaGames [email protected]

The Coupled Crusaders get all jacked-up on drunk gummy bears, ponder the merits of podcasting chemotherapy, discuss the Mike O'Connell masterwork Dissonance-Fracture-Psycho III: The Revengeance (in which Max starred), and the worst working title in Indie Film. They touch on Marlon, dozens of films that are actually good, True Detective, Max's idiot brother, weed and valium...and, of course, plenty of Blowjayz.

The last installment of the "Married to Marlon" series. Max and Bird wrap up their chat on just what it's like to be married to a first-time indie film maker in the heat of a two-month project. If you've listened to the first three, no surprises here: it's no picnic. Also, Fleshlights.

We continue our talk about being married to a first-time indie filmmaker as he works his way through his first film. Spoilers: no picnic.

Bird and Max sit down to talk about the hardships of being married to a first-time indie filmmaker as he courts the trickiest mistress of all: his first film.

This is the light before the dark, the bright hope before the night...and other stuff about making a feature-length movie for fifteen hundred bucks.

In this inaugural episode of Chat-Man and Robin, the Dynamic Don't-Divorce-Me's sit down for a long blab about cannibalism, the green stuff Kevin Smith seems to like so much, David Mamet, pretentious art students, The Fifth Element, and Strange Brew. Thrills! Chills! Butt-cheek bonnets! And the gauntlet thrown down: "Either you love John Goodman, or you're stupid."