Ladies and gentlemen, it does me a great honor to introduce. . .

. . . ME!



Did you catch it? According to Paul Jenkins - one of the writers on pre-OMD Spider-Man - I'm a piece of cheese in Peter Parker's refrigerator! Your very own friendly neighborhood blogger!



And I'm smarter than the Vulture too! Go me!

All from the wonderful fourth volume of Peter Parker: Spider-Man, "Trials and Tribulations," by Paul Jenkins and Mark Buckingham (yes, that Mark Buckingham).

How cheesy!

Just a stray "thought"

What I love about comic books is their constant state of negotiation. That is, how there are always several different versions of the same thing.

Yeah, you'll always have the same superheroes, but what really matters is the person who's writing the superheroes, and they always bring their own vision into the mix.

For example, if you don't like Stan Lee's Silver Surfer as a depressed philosopher, you can always turn to Steve Englehart's Silver Surfer as a hero in the cosmic chess board of space. A current example would be Chris Claremont's Cyclops as a competent but broken leader ('cause he lost his love), against Matt Fraction's current Cyclops, who's kinda a hip guy with a swanky new house and a great girlfriend. Or, for another example, Kevin Smith's Green Arrow as a father figure, which was an add-on to Denny O'Neil's Green Arrow as political activist.

Things get added, things get removed, or things just get a radical facelift! Comic books are dynamic, and they're always subject to whoever's writing 'em and whoever's reading 'em. Two people can write the same comic, but you'll always read something different, for sure.

So that's my spiel today. You can bet your milk money that a comic book got me thinking about it, but that's for another day. Sorry for the no-images, and I hope you guys had a great Thanksgiving!

The examples up top are the ones I could think of, but knowing me -- they're not that great.
Do you have anything that comes to mind? Don't be afraid to bring it up!

Cover to Cover: "A naked, grinning maw." deal-y.

Aaaaand we're back to our semi-regular programming. Mind you, the blog is in provisional mode right now, so I won't be doing as many weekly reviews, but there's one comic that I always make sure to get:

Birds of Prey #124

by Tony Bedard and Claude St. Aubin

Well, willyalookit that! It's a new artist for Birds. Again. For the third time now.

Granted, Msr. St. Aubin is a slightly better version of Michael O'Hare -- but it's very unfortunate nonetheless that Birds is in such a state of flux at a crucial time in Barbara Gordon's life.


By which I mean: her first real meeting with the Joker after he crippled her in Killing Joke. With all the odds stacked against him though, Bedard does a stellar job. Barbara does to the Joker exactly what he did to her: Barbara cripples him back.

Specifically, she takes his smile away! What a perfectly appropriate form of retribution! I love, love, love it.

So I just wanna take this time to pimp out the cover. It is so rad. If you take the effort to click and look at it, it's the textbook definition of a great cover. The two, er, items, on Barbara's eskrima sticks signify what exactly goes in inside the comic, and the Joker's silhouette plays an antagonism for Barbara to rebound and get her due.

Basically: it's pretty awesome. Stephane Roux's been on Birds covers now for maybe 25 issues, and I really respect that kind of consistency and commitment in comic book covers.
Kinda turns me on, to be honest.

ANYWAYS: the rest of this issue is pretty much mindless fighting. It's a tedious enaction of the Silicon Syndicate being a bunch of evil losers, and the Birds being unable to stop 'em. We don't even get Lady Blackhawk saying anything cool either!


Well, at least Babs and Dinah team up together for the first time since Gail broke them up so Dinah could "head the JLA" or "spend time with her husband."

Mark your calendars, everyonecominginfromgoogleimages!

I'll be back Wednesday guys!

And that's something you can take to the bank.

Unfortunately, my schedule next quarter is devastating, and I can't say anything definite about the future frequency of blogging.
For the meantime, however, here is French Batman combating the evils of his society:

Painters of the Eiffel Tower: They're a cowardly and superstitious lot.

Another one from Bizarro World #1, yep.

Nextwave: did your mama

I know it's Wednesday, which is supposed to mean new comics, but not this week.

The reasons for that are several-fold, so in a total cop-out here is a list of reasons:
  • I'm poor.
  • I'm getting the sense that the individual issues of "New Krypton" are being written for the trade, and not for the issue, so I don't wanna feel like a schmuck again to get this week's issue of Supergirll or last week's of Action Comics. I'm tired of feeling like a schmuck. I want the issues I buy to actually mean something.
  • Comic book companies, I'm not made out of money. If I were -and you know I would, I'd shill it out of my wazoo like nobody's business after getting some plane tickets.
  • I have way too many papers to kill myself over.
  • Again, I'm not made of money.
In lieu of real material, here's an excerpt from Warren Ellis and Stuart Immonen's Nextwave.





Nextwave: is love.
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