Sunday, June 20, 2004



Bacardi Show Birthday Greetings go out today, on this Father's day, to the fellow who once incorporated the phrase "The Child is the Father to the Man" in a song: Beach Boy Brian Wilson, one of the greatest songwriters in popular music history in my own humble opinion. Brian's been unusually active over the last year or so; not only does he have a new album coming out, but has also pulled the Lazarus-like task of reviving the legendary aborted Smile project some 36 years after it was conceived, first as a series of concerts and as a brand-new studio recording, wonder of wonders, due in September.

Amazing to think that of the three Wilson Brothers, Brian is the survivor. Long may he run.

Saturday, June 19, 2004



Coolio pointed me to Yahoo!'s Bobbleheadworld Store, where you can buy a lot of fun and clever bobble head dolls, including our lord and saviour Football Jesus above. I suppose that's wrong on several different levels, but it cracks me up. And even better, they have a sense of humor about it- witness the funny dialogue between the FBJ bobblehead and the Daunte Culpepper bobblehead on this page. The Virgin Mary is also represented, so Catholics won't feel left out. Here's a great picture of the Jesus, Mary and Ozzy Osbourne bobbleheads together.

I'm strongly tempted to drop $15 on one of those, if nothing else but to annoy the hyperreligious people I work with...get thee hence, Football Satan!
Found at DJ Spoof:




Hm. Not a favorite, but a movie I enjoyed anyway. Took another personality test at SimilarMinds.com:


Brain Lateralization Test Results
Right Brain (52%) The right hemisphere is the visual, figurative, artistic, and intuitive side of the brain.
Left Brain (42%) The left hemisphere is the logical, articulate, assertive, and practical side of the brain
Are You Right or Left Brained?(word test)
personality tests by similarminds.com


Some would say that I'm hare-brained, but that's neither here nor there. Or left or right. Or whatever.

That Fred Hembeck. He cracks me up.

Friday, June 18, 2004



Just for gits and shiggles, I did a bit of fiddling about with the Portrait Illustration Maker that everyone else in Blogistania got tired of weeks ago. It's a bit babyfaced for me (looks more like my son, actually, but people say he looks like me anyway so what da fug), but I didn't feel like tinkering around too much with it. So here it is.
Kind of a slow day at work (although there's still plenty of time for late ads), but I just don't have much I feel inspired enough to write about. You've all been there, I know. Not to mention that I generally don't feel like I can get on a good writing roll here since I never know how many ads I'll get and how often they'll be coming in, and I have a hard enough time writing coherently even under the best of circumstances, let alone when I'm being constantly interrupted. So, all the time looking over my shoulder, I think I'll just type some odds-and-ends type things that have been crossing my mind lately and let the chips fall where they may.

Went back to the comics shop and got the rest of the titles that I didn't get on Wednesday. All total, twelve, count 'em, 12 comics, thirteen counting the Originals ashcan, and another of which was $4.95. Thirteen! In one week! I've dropped a lot of cash mon-nay on my funnybook jones lately. This can't continue. I need a decent-paying job. In case you're wondering, I did drive up to Bardstown to jump through hoops for the fine folks at American Fuji Seal, Inc. Didn't do too well on a skills test they gave me, sorta understandable since I haven't had to dissect files in Illustrator since 2000, and certainly not in Illustrator 10 on OSX. Of all the graphics programs I know, with Quark and Photoshop being #'s 2 and 1, respectively, Illustrator comes in at a distant #3. I kinda knew what I needed to do, but was kinda hesitant and a bit slow in unfamiliar territory. Excuses, excuses. Haven't heard from them since, but I have a feeling that I'm asking for too much money, plus they won't help me relocate, so au revoir, American Fuji Seal. Didn't really have a very good feeling about the place anyway. Nothing else on the horizon, although I'm trying to keep an eye on a situation closer to home with the help of the Political Correspondent. Not gonna hold my breath.

So, demonstrating my usual disregard for the facts of life as I live it, I sat here the other day and did some figuring to see how much it would cost me to go to the San Diego ComiCon next month. My wife would love to go back to San Diego- she went there a couple of years ago and had a large time. My reasons for wanting to go are obvious, I would think...today's the last day you can register online, by the way. OK, let's see. Con registration, $120 for two people all four days. Flight, according to Expedia.com, round trip $706. Hotel, the Best Western Bayside Inn, $847 for 5 nights and 4 days, the most affordable one I could find in the same zip code as the Convention Center, again according to Expedia. Car rental: (I'm not walking everywhere, and we do want to go other places besides the Con) $143 for a midsize car. That's approximately $1800 bucks, not to mention that we should probably take another thou so I can buy stuff at the Con, and we can hit some other places, not to mention all those other miscellaneous expenses that always pop up. I had thought it would be cool to go see a Padres game at their new stadium, but they're out of town that weekend. Crap. Anyway, guess a dream it shall remain 'cause that's a lot of money for me, especially the way things are right now. Just donts gots da chedda. Oh well, someday...someday...

Work proceeds apace on the children's book Pumpkins on the Vine...the cover, pumpkins and cats are already inked and awaiting the scan/color process; the splash page of the pumpkin patch where most of the action will take place is about 75% inked, and the money shot, a splash which explains the mystery of where those gosh darn pumpkins went in the first place, is loosely drawn and I've just begun to ink some of the figures. This is going out late next week, so there's my deadline, and another reason why I haven't written much hereabouts in the evenings whilst at home- I feel like I should be working on this art project instead of spending my time blogging. So...if I don't post much between now and, oh, Sunday, I hope you understand. I love all of you guys, but I gotta live with the author!

Went shoe shopping with me Mum back on Monday, got some cool black suede Converse One Stars, and found the DVDs of Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels and Snatch for less than 20 bucks together- but I didn't buy. The more I think about it (and the more I listen to the Lock, Stock soundtrack, like I have been today), the more I want to go back there and get them. I know, I know, if I wouldn't spend all my money on comics, DVDs and CDs, not to mention lunch out five days a week, I'd have money to go to San Diego in July! That's what my parents would say anyway, God bless 'em. I am truly their son.

Brian Wood, over at his LiveJournal, mentions new Channel Zero t-shirts. I didn't know there were old ones! I sure would like to get me one of those! Anyway, you can go here to see what he has. I like the design of the "I Heart Vermont: Freedom and Unity" shirt, but that color makes my eyeballs bleed.

I can't imagine why you reading this might not check out Ilana's Sugar-n-Spicy site, but if you don't, I'll keep on passing along some of the cool links she posts. Like this one, a really nice Alphonse Mucha gallery that's typeset in foreign characters...but the illustrations are the main thing anyway so what the heck; also, here's a site which features The Advertising Art of Dr. Seuss. Fascinating stuff.

That's all for now. Don't know if I'll get the chance to post much this evening or tomorrow, but I'll try to get comics reviews up, if nothing else, by Sunday evening. I'm the ringmaster of the holy roller circus at WLOC most of the day Sunday, so I should have some time to blog a widdle bit.


You'd think that people would have had enough of Paul McCartney...I look around me and I see this isn't so...oh no...

Since it's his birthday, I won't take that lyric to its obvious conclusion, but will instead send out the coveted BSBdG to Sir James Paul McCartney of the Wings pop group, 62 today. Seems like he was in another band, can't recall the name offhand.

Favorite album: still, after all this time, 1970's solo debut McCartney. He's done many fine records since, but as far as I'm concerned he's never topped this, his homemade declaration of independence. Underrated: quite a few, like 1986's Press To Play and 1977's London Town (I've always thought "People pass me by on my imaginary street/ordinary people it's impossible to meet" was an incredibly poignant line from a songwriter not known for wearing his inner feelings on his sleeve), but I don't think he's done an album in a long time in which he stretched so much and got little recognition for it like he did in 2001's Driving Rain, which gets better with repeated listens.

Oops, almost forgot, while on the subject- I bid on and won this the other day. You may be a bit surprised to find out that I didn't already own a copy, but frankly I had no use for this particular Macca solo effort until just recently, when a chance hearing of the album cut "She's My Baby" made me think "Hm. I'd like to hear that again." Hooray for me.

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Remember that humongous list I presented to ya on Monday, of the comics I was supposed to get on Wednesday? Well...I didn't get 'em. Not all of 'em anyway. I got the first five I cited, but not the rest. The culprit this time isn't my comics shop, but UPS! Brown let us down. I was told that it was simply that they didn't deliver both boxes that they were supposed to- they left one on the dock! This is the kinda stuff that my beleagured CS has to deal with a lot, although they haven't had this happen lately. Anyway, no Seaguy, or Jack Staff, Daredevil, Clock Maker, Walking Dead, or Meat Cake either. Hopefully, they'll arrive today, or at least that's what I'm told. One thing I DID get, though- Demo 7!

Tune in tomorrow for the ongoing saga of "Will Dave Get His Comics?"...

Wednesday, June 16, 2004



Go here for a preview of Viper Comics' upcoming Daisy Kutter, by Kazu Kibuishi.

I'm looking forward to this, it looks fresh and fun. Maybe it's because I have a thing for spunky blond heroines with curly locks, can't say for sure.


At the risk of sounding like a boring old fart, musically, (I fully admit that I qualify on the other counts of being a BOF) I just wanna state for the record that Rod Stewart's 1972 cover of Bob Dylan's "Mama You Been On My Mind", from his Never A Dull Moment album, is one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard, with its pleasant, homey acoustic accompaniment with harmonicas, accordian, and steel guitar. Anyway, had that song on my mind (so to speak) this morning so I gave it a spin before I went to work. Man I love that song. Update: By the way, I did some checking and found that I had erroneously credited Danny Thompson with bass on this cut- after checking AMG at prompting from reader Jeff Sellers I found that he's not even listed in the credits. Don't know where I got that notion. I think he did play on an early Stewart solo album, but it ain't this'un!

While I'm on the classic rock tip, is there a more exciting opening to a rock song than can be found in the first couple of minutes of The Who's "Baba O'Riley"? With the burbling synth riff, then Townshend's syncopated, slashing guitar chords, then Moonie coming in like an avalanche on drums...boy. They don't make 'em like that anymore, do they?



Also, while I was looking for a picture of of ol' Rod from circa 1972 to post with this particular ramble, I ran across a site with a BUNCH of great photos of many of my 70s musical heroes like Robert Fripp, Bryan Ferry, and others like the above shot of the June 1, 1974 album and concert lineup of Kevin Ayers, Nico, Eno and John Cale! Conspicuous by his absence: Marc Bolan. Guess everyone couldn't shoot the guy. Here's the link, go check it out! Back in the day, I had a t-shirt with a picture of Neil Young from what appears to be the same show. Cool, huh.


Oh well, just wanted to share. The nurse is calling me back in for my feeding, then I'll get my catheter bag changed, then it's meds and naptime.


Boys and girls, I give you the all-new, all-different Jonny DC!

As a graphic designer (or so my diploma says, although as with so many other things, my skills are eroding with disuse) I gotta say that this is one spiffy logo. Kudos, as they say, kudos to the designer.

Although I've seen it linked to on a couple of blogs already, the skinny, the 4-1-1, the straight dope can be found over at Newsarama. The comments section seems to have devolved into an argument about getting comics back in 7-11's and other places instead of in comics shops only, to which I can only say amen, mah brothas.



We also are given examples of some upcoming titles that sport the logo like the Justice League Unlimited above. I post it because two things jumped out at me- John Stewart's stylin' beard, and get a load of the gams on Zatanna! Hot'sa minoochie, as Chico Marx would say. Homina homina!

What do you MEAN, I should wear light colored clothing when I jog?


Don't know if you guys ever watch the Late Night With Conan O'Brien show, but if you do, then you'll know what I'm referring to when I bring up the fact that I can't scan the title for Ah-nold's latest Terminator flick without hearing the voice of the fellow who does those TV screen interviews (you know, moving mouth, still photo on screen) imitating the Gov of Cali: Tuh-minatah TREE! Rise uh duh MACHEEENZ!

Which, in my roundabout way, is my way of bringing up that I watched most of Termninator 3: Rise of the Machines last night when it aired on HBO. I say most because after about 15 minutes I got unbelieveably bored and restless and started flipping back and forth between ESPN News, the Lakers-Pistons game, and the movie. Navy NCIS was a rerun I had already seen. Anyway, what a lazy, cynical, by-the-numbers, clichéd sequel T3 is. The performances aren't bad, but the script, oy. It's essentially a rewrite of T2, except that the killer 'bot is now female (and a quite comely one, I might add) and we don't have Linda Hamilton's muscles to stare at when the going gets slow. I feel sad (well, not that sad- she probably made more for this film than I'll make in the next ten years at my job) for poor Claire Danes, who is apparently getting less than adequate advice from her agent and is headed down that slippery slope to becoming as irrelevant as Jamie Lee Curtis, who I could swear she resembles in some of the lesser-lit scenes. Of course, Ah-nold has the requisite amount of moments when the music swells, then stops, he utters a quip of some sort, and something gets blown up or someone gets hit. Just awful, and Schwarzenegger, who managed to be fearsome in the first one and sympathetic in the second, just looks like a big teddy bear now since he's spent the last 20 years trying to soften his onscreen image. The scene towards the end, in which he has to reboot himself or kill Nick Stahl's character is unintentionally hilarious. In fact, that's what it had devolved to by the time me, my son, and his girlfriend got to the end of this flick- we were doing our best Tom Servo, Crow T. Robot and Mike impersonations. If you can avoid this film, please do so. If you're curious, don't be. If you are such a rabid Ah-nold as the Terminatuh fan that you absolutely MUST see this, then God help you, 'cause you probably already own the DVD.

More sequels? Please, Arnold, say "not to be".
Steve Wintle over at Flat Earth has been posting a lot lately about the earth-shattering event that was the DC Implosion, and the two subsequent limited-issue Cancelled Comics Cavalcade releases that DC, somewhat cynically if you ask me, put out so that people who actually wanted to read the stories that were reproduced therein would have to go through hell and gone to obtain one. As someone who was there and buying comics at the time, I was disappointed that many of the titles wouldn't be coming out- I was one of about three people on Earth who was actually looking forward to more Green Team and Prez, and I was digging Ditko's Shade, which got canned along with its interesting-sounding backup feature "The Odd Man", and as I recall Claw The Unconquered was mighty readable- but mostly I received the news with a shrug. Life went on. I was too busy smoking dope and trying to hook up with girls to care all that much...the more things change the more they stay the same, I guess. Hee.

Anyway, Steve's been posting links to several of the pages from those long-ago omnibi, and you can go here and here to check them out. Of course, of most interest to me are the Jerry Grandenetti pages from Green Team and Prez; his work on them is much better than I remembered although the Joe Simon story on the GT tale had some dodgy political implications to many, I'm sure. Also included are pages from the aborted first issue of The Vixen...I'm unsure who the artist is, but the inks look like Ernie Chan or one of the Filipinos. It might have been an interesting title, by 70s standards anyway. Y'know, since she and Animal Man have essentially the same abilities, maybe they should have hooked up. Oh well.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004



Nothing in particular to say about Dina Meyer (above as Oracle from the late unlamented Birds of Prey show). But one of the birthday sites I check occasionally listed today as her birthday, so I hunted up a cool pic to do a BSBdG- but then discovered that her birthday isn't really until December and the site was in error. hate to let a cool shot go to waste, though, so here it is. Guess I'll have to find another one in December.

Just viddied the trailer for the upcoming Constantine flick. It looked pretty good except for one small detail. THE TITLE ROLE IS ONE OF THE WORST EXAMPLES OF MISCASTING IN THE HISTORY OF CINEMA! I think this has the potential to be one for the ages, and I like Keanu, generally. Oh, to be able to chuck bricks at the people who made the decisions for this one...

Here it is Tuesday already, and nobody's gotten around to dissecting the season finale of Deadwood yet, and that's a wee bit disappointing (Jeff Chatlos, wherefore art thou?). But it's entirely possible that everyone's like me, and hasn't fully processed all the ramifications of what happened. One thing I do know- they certainly didn't treat this last episode like a season finale! We did get some things resolved, for sure, but for every resolution we got two more possibilities opening up. As always, the most frustrating thing about Deadwood for me has to be Timothy Olyphant's Bullock character. I just can't ever get a handle on where's he's coming from...he errs on the side of the angels as often as Al Swearengen errs on the slightly less virtuous, and while his decision to take up the badge again is satisfying on a surface level, I just don't think it's going to be a good thing. And boy, Al sure had a busy night, didn't he? Really nicely done closing shot of the excellent (boy, I never thought I'd be typing those words, Lord of the Rings notwithstanding) Brad Dourif as Doc Cochran (what an emotional prayer scene he had) dancing with Jewel. Lotsa funny lines, as usual, in this one, mostly from the exasperated Swearengen (no big surprise here). I've been clicking around on the Deadwood site on HBO, and have found a page which collects many of the best lines from each episode. It's been a hell of a first season, and I am, of course, eagerly awaiting season 2. That makes three series (Deadwood, Dead Like Me, and Dead Like Carnivalé...whoops, make that Carnivalé...heh...) I am now anxiously awaiting season twos for. About time one of them came back on, isn't it?

This is all I got right now. Maybe I get more later. Ta.

Monday, June 14, 2004

New Diamond shipping list up. Here's the haul I should expect Wednesday:

CHALLENGERS OF THE UNKNOWN #1
EX MACHINA #1
GOTHAM CENTRAL #20
HUMAN TARGET #11
LUCIFER #51
SEAGUY #2 (Of 3)
JACK STAFF #5
DAREDEVIL #61
MEAT CAKE #13


and, of course, the tardy DEMO #7, which is supposed to be coming up from the Nashville shop. Then there's also CLOCK MAKER ACT 2 and WALKING DEAD 8, which were both on the list to come out last week but didn't, at least at my shop, and I was assured they were shipping this week instead SO WE SHALL SEE. Either way, looks like another pay-through-the-nose comics week. Any notions I might have had about sampling the FALLEN ANGEL trade will have to be put on hold. Looking forward to seeing what Chaykin will do on Challengers, Ex Machina looks promising, and hey-! Seaguy is only a three-issue series? Da Fug! There will also be another putrescent issue of the Worst Comic Ever, Daredevil, and a new issue of Jack Staff, always cause for rejoicing around Casa Bacardi. And speak of the devil- Dame Darcy returns with a new Meat Cake...an acquired taste which I acquired a long time ago. Don't ask me why, I just did.

And dat's what I be gittin, yo. Word to your mutha.
Meat Cake writer/artist (What! You don't read Meat Cake ? I don't believe it) Dame Darcy had a fashion show a few days ago; here are pictures from it. Margaret Cho's there, too. Geez, O Grande Dame, would it hurt your face to smile once in a while?
Shane at Near Mint Heroes has started a mean little meme that's spreading like wildfire through the comics blogosphereiverse. Of course, I'm referring to the "dream teams" in which we pick artist/writer teams we'd like to see on certain characters. Of course, I want to play, but I haven't had a lot of time to dwell on it and have only come up with three so far. So, I thought I'd post these and hopefully do more later. Here goes:

LEGION of SUPER-HEROES by SCOTT McCLOUD; I've always thought McCloud's style would be interesting on the 30th Century superteam, and he's shown that he can write human interest disguised as superheroics a la Zot!. It may not work, but I'd still like to see it.

LOS LOBOS by JAIME HERNANDEZ: Waitaminnit! Los Lobos? The blues-rockers from East LA? They're not comic book characters! But each of them has such a distinctive look that they could be...and I think a book, drawn by Xaime, featuring the Lobos guys getting into weird adventures and spy stuff all over the globe would be a hoot and a half. I'd just like to see Jaime draw the band...his terrible portrait of Amy Ray and Emily Saliers on their new album notwithstanding.

Finally, you may remember that I've written about this one before-

SUPER-HIP! by Grant Morrison and Philip Bond. Pete Milligan and Mike Allred might be fun too, but I'd rather turn Grant loose on the World's Most Disgusting Super-Hero. Leave the Benedict Arnold High faculty at home, except for Badger Goldliver and Tad's girlfriend, and have Tadwallader Jutefruice's swingin' alter ego fight the Mad Mod in 1966 London, something which I just know Bond would nail visually.

OK, that's all I got for now. Hopefully I'll think of more down the road.

Sunday, June 13, 2004



Oh look at the sun - it's all a-glow
Slow burning star - sinking low
Heaven knows where you go
Out of sight, out of minds eye, no
Aw such a shame - you must leave
All day long you were a friend to me
Still - the moon´s company
Until morning when larks will sing
Horizon´s appointment you´ll keep
For sunswept flamingos must sleep
Scenes like these from my dreams
Cover cutting-room floors all over .....
Warm heart we spin slowly from view
Why are you sad - do you disapprove?
How we´ve wasted our time
Sunset - end of my day - my decline
Postscript you trace colours the sky
Red-letter light fades, is filed away
Sunburst fingers you raise
One last sigh of farewell - goodbye

"Sunset", from Roxy Music's Stranded LP. Lyrics by Bryan Ferry.

Picture taken this evening at approximately 7 pm CST from my deck.

Feel free to put the album or CD on now if you own a copy.

Saturday, June 12, 2004



BEST OF THE WEEK


COMICS COMMENTARY!
What I bought and what I thought, week of June 9


STREET ANGEL 2
Meirda santa! Maybe you can resist such cheerful, straightfaced nonsense, but I know I sure can't. My biggest concern about this issue was if it would be able to achieve the same goofy tone as issue 1, and I'll be damned if they didn't go out and top it. Highlights include the somewhat dim and definitely Angel-whipped ninjas (who should be pissed that pirates and monkeys seem to be hogging all the attention these days), the seedy Australian Buzz Lightyear type, sexy fishnets on the Incan deity's secretary, a Surgeon General's warning for young impressionable readers, Spanish conquistadors and virgins (always useful) and..man. I am often slack-jawed in amazement. I'm sometimes slack-jawed anyway, but that's neither here nor there. I want an Inti, the Sun God bobble-head doll right now. He's too cool for school. I also wish for a crossover with the Scurvy Dogs...but that might cause my brain to explode so best leave well enough alone. A

100 BULLETS 50
The prodigal title returneth with the usual tough-talking barflies, gun battles, and Machiavellian machinations that Azz and Rizz are known for, except this time a lot more of it. We also get some welcome light shed on the Trust and its history, which apparently goes waaay back a lot farther than I imagined. Picking up like they left off when they went to play with Batman, another good-sized piece of a far-from-complete puzzle. A

FABLES 26
Not much happens this time out, characterization-wise, but as if to make up for that shortcoming we get a surfeit of battlefield goings on, as the beleaguered residents of Fabletown fight for their lives against the wooden soldiers of the Adversary. One surprise death (at least as far as these characters can "die") that I didn't see coming, some amusing confrontations during the melee, and a great re-appearance of a missing fable at the end add up to another satisfying chapter of a tale that I think will read better collected. A-

LOVE & ROCKETS V2 10
Another bigger-than-usual issue, squarebound no less, for no apparent reason than the Bros. were feeling their creative oats this time. We get more "Julio's Day", continuing Beto's preoccupation with poor Mexican dirt farmers; the conclusion of the somewhat convoluted "Me For The Unknown", a great one-shot "Roy and His Pals", which sends up superheroics in fine, absurd fashion and proves that the Street Angel guys and Grant Morrison have nothing on Gilbert when it comes to surreal absurdity;, and a fun feature in which we "catch up" with many of Beto's characters from years past. Jaime is represented by one story only, but it's a doozy- A long Maggie tale in which she deals with Izzy's house burning down and some occult-loving geeks that think she has some sort of special powers since she was her friend, then eventually becomes a manic flashback sequence, then ends up at Mag's apartment building. Lots of evocative images, and you're never really sure what's real and what isn't- and that is both a strength and a bit of weakness. I understand Jaime's storytelling quirks somewhat after having read them for almost 20 years, so I'm not especially annoyed, but I would kinda like to know for sure what is actually going on here. Maybe we'll find out more eventually. Also of note is a three-page feature in which Jaime, Gilbert and Mario list their favorite comics, trés mucho fascinating. I also bump this up a notch for Gilbert's right-on-the-money assessment of the 70s career of David Bowie in a four-panel throwaway strip, in which he also gets even more on my good side by giving Marc Bolan props for pioneering glam. Right effing on, Gilbert. A-

IDENTITY CRISIS 1
An impulse purchase on Thursday, when I went back in to check on a couple of MIA books from Wednesday. You probably already know the Big Significant Plot-Driving Event behind this, and I won't mention who dies in case you haven't. Part of me deplores that it was considered necessary to kill this particular character, who was one of the more pleasant stories in the DCU, but I can't think of a single character with a low profile whose death would be more affecting and regrettable. So if that's what writer Brad Metzger was aiming for, then he succeeded in spades. The funeral scenes were, frankly, quite touching, in no small part because I grew up with those characters (the victim and his/her significant other) in the 60s and 70s and kinda liked them. So mission accomplished, he now has my attention. I'm not especially familar with Metzger's previous work- I've didn't read his Green Arrow, nor have I sampled his prose work. I will say that he does a nice job with the relationships and dialogue here, and while I will confess to wondering exactly what the point of the street-level events of the stakeout which eventually proved to be a distraction was, and if there will be repercussions to the shooting of second-string super villain Bolt, I'm willing to go along for now. The art is first-rate- few are better at depicting action and extreme emotions better than Rags Morales, even when he's under the tight-assed line of Michael Bair. So far, pretty darn good for one of those Big Summer Event series. B+

GLOBAL FREQUENCY 12
The exceptional art of Gene Ha gets this, the final chapter of Warren Ellis' extended TV series proposal, over. That's usually the case- the scripts Warren has given us for this series are fairly rote and formulaic- only one or two issues have deviated from the "menace is discovered, Miranda Zero barks at Aleph, Aleph barks at a bunch of people we've never met before, said people deal with menace quickly and efficiently" format...and when the artist is on, as with Chris Sprouse a while back or Jason Pearson last issue in one of the more atypical storylines, the events are much more interesting. If not, then the routineness becomes grating. Fortunately, I tend to like this sort of thing, but for others, your mileage may vary. Good luck with the TV series. A- Entire series: B+

H-E-R-O 17
Unlike Tegan, this concept works best for me when there's some sort of connecting thread. I was frankly getting bored until Pfiefer finally whipped out Robby Reed and brought back the most interesting, or just most likeable, recent owner of the H-dial yet and gave them something to do. We've got a plausible "is-he-or-isn't-he nuts" thing going on, and while Robby appears on the level, we are given just enough to have our doubts about his motives. For the first time, we have a motivation and a purpose instead of aimless vignettes. And new artist Dale Eaglesham does a very nice, painstaking job on the art- I'm enjoying his style more and more as the series progresses. We may be back to "owner-and-power-of-the-month" before long, but for now I'm finally digging this series again. A-

WORLD'S BEST COMICS: DC SILVER AGE ARCHIVE SAMPLER
Another impulse buy, and 150% more wisely compiled than the baffling Golden Age sampler we got a few moths ago. I'm always up for a Fox/Sekowsky Justice League story, and it's been a hell of a long time since I read this one, in which Green Arrow joins the club. The script is episodic and stiff, but always extremely imaginative, and I never get tired of Mike Sekowsky's solid and dynamic, if oddly proportioned, art. The second feature has never been among my favorites, since I've never really been a fan of the early 60s Curt Swan and Wayne Boring-era Superbooks. They always struck me as quaint, stiff and dull, and the first appearance of the Legion of Super-Heroes, as historic as it may or may not be, is no exception. *I'm sure this read better when I was 4 or 5 than it does now. Finally, we get the first ever appearance of DC's long-running soldier boy, Sgt. Rock- here called "Sgt. Rocky", and it's a corker. Primo Ross Andru and Mike Esposito art (has there ever been a more sympatico penciller-inker team?), and a typically breathless Bob Haney script which reads more like a folk tale than a comic book war story. First-rate. A-

BITE CLUB 3
Y'know, I'm just not caught up in this despite a typically gnarly plotline, a diverse enough cast and dialogue with the requisite snark (and the occasional chuckle-inducing zinger) factor in full effect. Hard to say why, too. Maybe it's the lets-face-it-it's-all-wrong-for-the-book art by David Hahn, which is actually very good in his Linda Medley-meets-Trina Robbins style. I like Hahn's work, I just don't know if it's up to the task of this grubby script. Everybody's just too clean, pretty and neat. The monochromatic coloring is odd, and for once I agree with Johanna Draper Carlson's assessment that it reminds her of a box of crayons. Interesting choice, but it definitely works against the mood. Maybe Chaykin would have been better off pitching this to HBO instead; I think a live-action TV approach would work a lot better than this. Anyway, I'm interested, if not completely won over, so I'm gonna stick around to see if it gets better. Kinda doubt it, but I'm feeling optimistic today for some reason. B-
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Couldn't not send out a BSBdG to my Forties inamorata Priscilla Lane, who would have celebrated her 89th birthday today.