Next Time On…

Who Are We

We met an ungodly number of years ago at the Jamon Montessori School when we were young and impressionable.  Since that moment it’s been a long journey here.  The two of us and our two other best friends at Jamon, Connor and Khari, aptly but uncreatively named ourselves the KC Gang.  Because you get it, all our names start with K or C.  After the two of us left Jamon for first grade, we ended up at different schools but kept in touch as we went  to one camp or another together every summer for many years.  Our families became really close and our parents good friends over the course of many play dates and sleepovers.  To the point where we have spent Christmas Eve and Thanksgiving dinners together.  So even though we all were not in the same school again after kindergarten, we remained good friends.  As we grew older, we developed common interests — comics, good TV, superhero movies, bad TV, all that shit.  Then one day we decided to found the media juggernaut that is Next Time On… and thus, here we are today.

Cory

I hate writing these. I was raised by television and movies, that’s probably why I love them so much. It’s probably the reason I ended up working in the industry. It all started with the Spider-Man movie. That’s the point in my history where everything changed. I’d watch the cartoons, was always there opening night for the film, I don’t think there’s a superhero film I haven’t seen (besides F4). Along the way I picked up a few comic books, and some more, and some more. It was addicting, I loved the backstories, the art, all of it. So many years later I still have the obsession. My tastes have barely changed (well I do read indie comics now) and I can probably give you a 10 diatribe on most superheroes. I write this from a cave in Brooklyn where I have not seen sunlight in days.  I’m hoping to make it rich podcasting, and blogging.

Che

I never had a TV in my house while growing up.  I only got to watch TV or play video games at friends’ houses, like Cory’s.  It’s probably because of that that I have become addicted to it.  Luckily, I’m a sickening snob so this addiction is kind of a healthy one.  I could easily have started a blog about all of my hot takes on Dr. Phil and Last Man Standing but instead I became obsessed with good TV and good movies (and some shit ones, too; let’s not kid ourselves).  The question I get most is:  How do you have time to watch all the stuff you do?  Quick answer:  dual monitors.  Long answer: misanthropy and cynicism.  Though it’s Cory’s fault that I have an unhealthy and very expensive comic book habit.  He introduced me to my first graphic novel at a sleep-away basketball camp at the University of Maryland.  He had brought Wanted by one Mark Millar.  It was the first graphic novel that I had ever read in its totality.  Before that I had been deep into manga–glad I outgrew that.  But as soon as I read the prepubescent thrillfest that is Mark Millar’s writing I was hooked.  Fortunately, I have since outgrown those tastes as well and I read such sophisticated picture books as this.  I really just love talking and writing about all this stuff so I’m glad Cory joined me in this endeavor.