ménage à trois: 12/15/04
[One Marvel, one DC, both published the previous Wednesday, plus a random indie from whenever I feel like it, each reviewed quickie-style: 1 Minute=bad, 10 Minutes=good. Connections, if any at all, may be forced purely for the experience.] “The best laid plans…” sometimes go awry, and in this case, it’s Marvel’s fault as I wasn’t
This just in from the completely unexpected and wow-you-don’t-know-me-do-you Christmas gift department: My new boss just gave me a coffee mug from Tiffany’s and a $25 gift certificate to Starbucks. Times like this are what “it’s the thought that counts” were made for! The mug looks odd sitting on my desk next to my Kucinich
Review: Worldwatch #3
With Marvel not publishing a single thing of interest to me this week, I decided to throw an extra $3 towards an indie comic I’d never read before and let me preface its review with this offer: the first person I don’t know personally to leave a comment here, I’ll mail it to you, bagged
An early Xmas gift for Mets fans? Or more Tom Glavine-style coal in our stocking? Only time will tell, but for now, I’m pretty happy about it.
Did Ni Imu Abe Imu.
What to do? I haven’t really had any compelling desire to blog lately, what with my decision to not bash the holidays this year, things at work in flux yet again, and Comic Book Commentary getting most of my writing attention these days. So much so that I’ve lost interest in the previously announced Anecdotal
ménage à trois: 12/8/04
[One Marvel, one DC, both published the previous Wednesday, plus a random indie from whenever I feel like it, each reviewed quickie-style: 1 Minute=bad, 10 Minutes=good. Connections, if any at all, may be forced purely for the experience.] Since it’s our first time, I’ll kick this format off comfortably with two regulars and a newcomer
Pumpkin Seeds: Gonzalez’s Twelve Edition
1. The difference between sanity and insanity is whether or not you do what the voices tell you. 2. If you know you’re a sore loser, it’s best not to answer the phone for an hour or so after your team loses the game you talked so much trash about. 3. Don’t tell my wife
Review: Chango’s Fire by Ernesto Quiñonez
There is something simultaneously appealing and frustrating about Ernesto Quiñonez’s second novel, Chango’s Fire, a marked improvement over his highly-flawed debut, Bodega Dreams, but in the end, still something of a disappointment. This time, the problem lies in his biting off more than he can chew with too many subplots rolling around what is essentially
Review: Ezra #3
At first glance, Ezra appears to embody many of the things I dislike about comic books these days: multiple variant covers, scantily-clad women for no apparent reason, too little story and a late shipping schedule. And yet, despite all of that, when I saw it on the stands today, I was happy to finally see
Am I just being cynical in thinking that much of the love being professed for Barack Obama rests a bit too precariously on the fact that he’s an articulate, well-spoken black man with a Great American Novel backstory? Because that’s all you ever hear about him in references to his purportedly being the future of