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| May. 16th, 2008 02:41 pm Friday Night Fights Classic: Round 5 + Yo’ Mama Week Rap-up If I was really smart I’d have some Mother’s Day fight lined up to finish off Yo’ Mama Week…. Well, I don’t know how smart I am, but I can bring you Addie Wilson’s boy fighting a fleet-footed orphan.
Yeah, let’s do that.
Tonight’s card:
Joseph “Jericho” Wilson
versus
Richard Jonathan “Nightwing” Grayson
We all know I’ve had some problems with Nightwing lately. But what better way to show my deep and abiding—mother-like—love for the character than dragging out old pictures that show him in a less than flattering light.
Remember back when our boy was just coming into his own?
Fresh out of shortpants and making new friends, like the wife and son of his obsessive arch-enemy?
Back when it was okay to dress up in disco collars or blond muttonchops… while you announced your name in your own specialized font?
 “This was supposed to be my coming out party, now it’s a double?”
Let’s face it, the real question is how are these two ever going to settle who’s the bigger queen?
It looks like they’re already well into the formal wear portion of the Miss Closet-Gay America competition, and it’s a dead heat from where I’m standing.
Maybe a good old fashioned staring contest will settle this?
 “Must… quit… you.”
If I’m any judge, I’d definitely say Joey is pulling ahead. Somewhere between his Admiral of the Rainbow Navy outfit above and now he “has” Nightwing with a stare.
But Dick is like Hilary Clinton, in it to the bitter, a-mathematical end.
Afterall, he’s Nightwing now! This is his moment.
He’s all growns up and out from under Batman’s shadow. So much so, he dressed up in blues and yellows and named himself a synonym for bat!
Smart money’s on Master Grayson, he’s sure to win a physical joust!
Ding, ding, ding!
 “Why you hittin’ yourself? Why you hittin’ yourself?”
…
Well who saw that coming? Dick apparently suffered a violent moment of homo-panic and gay-bashed his own self!? This is why they play the game, ladies and gentlemen.
Winner by KO: Addie Wilson’s boy!
She must be so proud.
Both of you back to your corners and don’t be such a poor loser, Dick. Turns out neither of you are gay, it’s just the 80s.
( Yo’ Mama’s Top 10 )
You know who loves his Mama but never hits himself?
If you guessed Bahlactus, advance to the next round.
First appearance of Nightwing (as Nightwing) and Joe (as Jericho) brought to you by Marv Wolfman and George Perez. Two bad mothers in their own right.
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| May. 15th, 2008 01:24 pm Great Moments in Motherhood We ain't done with you mutha's yet!
Brought to you by another adorable duet from the past year in DC Comics: A Great Moment in Motherhood!
Before Black Canary got married, she was a person. No seriously, she had her own motivations and desires and everything.
It was cute.
Among those displays of weakness was the urge to turn something broken and ugly….
 “Sister, I don’t understand, no one gets hurt in this game. How do you know who wins?”
Into something beautiful and filled with joy.
 “I see now, no one has to die. It is… how you say, Solitaire.”
Mission accomplished.
Shit that only took, like, one issue. Now what?
I mean, we all know that Ollie isn’t great with kids, tweens, teens, young adults or adults, really. Oh well, I’m sure he’ll be able to think of something to do with the noisome little pest, afterall, nothing’s too good for his lady.
She’s going to need her hands free to steer the motorcycles while he’s chasing all over the globe after his kid’s killer…. Hey! Maybe Connor still has the phone number to that monastery.
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| May. 14th, 2008 11:33 am Last Week in Comics Wow, the week in which I bought twice as many Marvel books… weird.
Detective Comics #844
Adorable.
Really classic story and wraps up a bunch of stuff Dini has laid out during his run. I’m not sure if he’s nearing his sign-off, or just wrapping up a bunch of stuff at once or what. But it was very reminiscent of some old bat-stuff.
In a good way.
Nightwing #144
Ass. Total ass.
It's not necessarily the story itself. For instance, the Mother of Champions part was like reading a whole other book. It’s all the rest of the baggage Tomasi brings to the table that kills it for me.
The story suffers from nigh-unreadable ridiculousness, not the least of which is Talia Al’Ghul’s—trained assassin with bottomless pockets and connections across the world through the Society and otherwise—best idea is to spend trillions animating an undead army on a remote high-tech island... which predictably ends badly.
Not, y’know, hiring some thugs or going underground.
Now, I’ve already dropped Nightwing, that’s it, I’m done. In case you missed it here’s why. (Also, I finally found someone who agrees with me!).
But I present to you the best page in Tomasi's run.
 “Silence is golden.”
Why? B/c he shuts up and just lets Nightwing be cool. Nightwing is already cool, he doesn't need you constantly flapping his gums, making him bang strange chicks or fly around on his marvelous machine.
I can only suggest everyone go back and read the early trades, where McDaniel drew him as an acrobat who looked at the world as a series of things he could land on or continue his momentum off of.
I wish I could convince you all that you deserve better. But so far the internets are just so deliriously pleased it’s not X creator, they’re breaking their legs running to the shop to shower money on this tripe.
Dick, you know where I’ll be when the flash is out of the pan.
Rann Thanagar: Holy War #1
If this storyline finally goes somewhere, great. Otherwise what are we really doing?
So far, so good, though. Starlin really rocks space and it'll be nice to see all these dangling storylines come together and maybe do something. I would like for that to be the goal. Not just selling me 8 issues about some crap no one really cares about.
I would like to compliment Captain—er, just “Comet” on both the scene where he debriefs the JLA (and charges for it), giving them the heads up nobody wants their dirty Earth anyway; and also for his new lease on life which he intends to get his full value from:
 “Adam Strange? You haven't seen me.”
In other news, Kori doesn't take orders from Robin.
Speak of Kori, I’d rather her be in space written by Starlin then on earth written by Winnick. I actually like Kori (or have historically), but she really has nothing going for her other than sitting around and sucking the air out of rooms anymore.
Put her in space where she fulfills a niche and can actively claim some amount of specialty.
Iron Man: Viva Las Vegas #1
Really cute, albeit short.
I have a feeling this whole story could've been sorted out in one issue, but they made it four anyway. Still, for Favreau's foray into comics, it's pretty alright.
Plus, Elsa Bloodstone.
 “If Monica Rambeaux calls, you haven’t seen me.”
As you can see the art is double-G gorgeous.
Invincible Iron Man #1
I see why the kids are digging the Fraction.
This book has a good hook and you can dance to it, but it still stars an unrepentant Tony Stark, probably controlling satellites with his mind.
I would ask for a) some context (though I recognize that's probably a selling point), and b) some limitations on Tony’s power set.
Fraction is good enough at his job that the badguy comes along nicely.
But especially riding the movie wave, I would rather see Iron Man go back to a guy in a suit who builds bigger suits when he needs to beat somebody.
Mighty Avengers #13
I wish *I* had 18 different series to spread my story through.
Considering Secret Invasion has clocked in at approximately seven minutes in two issues, it's probably a good thing New and Mighty Avengers are around to pick up the light work laying all the rest of the pieces on the board.
This issue did have one of two Layla Miller appearances and that's always a good thing.
 “Have fun storming the castle. If Fury asks, you haven't seen me.”
Which unfortunately indicates this is another crossover which won't touch on mutants. This faux segregation has to stop in my opinion.
My girlfriend Illyana Rasputin had a breakdown and it was absolutely Daredevil's problem. The Marauders slaughtered the Morlocks and Thor came across Angel's body in the sewer. Magneto turned a new leaf and the Avengers had to track him down for war crimes. Good stories, all.
Instead of drawing a line down the center of the Marvel Universe Greg and Marsha Brady-like, let's get back to a place where they can contribute.
I could appreciate it if Marvel were taking precious time to fix their franchise, but they're not, they just keep stirring the water wondering where the number one selling comic of all time went.
It’s time for mutants to remind the Marvel U they’re people too, and a Skrull Invasion affects them as much as anybody.
Secret Invasion #2
Good follow up, but this is taking too long. I mean it, seven minutes have passed since the first panel of last issue. I understand this is Bendis but it’s a little egregious even for him.
Still, I won’t argue that this story continues its inevitable march to slickness.
Maybe this will put Tony back into a suit that doesn't control satellites. I would like that.
 “Did you know this suit is really heavy.”
The punking of Sentry is always amusingly easy. Seriously, as DC's Superman, Bob continues to fail. However, Spider-man versus Spider-man is must read comics right there.
 “Are you my Skrull, or the Skrull of one of my clones?”
Does Clint not know how nunchukas work, or Leinel?
 “You know you’re supposed to hold one end, right Clint?”
I mean, it’s comedy gold each time, but that’s seriously not how those are used.
X-Factor One Shot #1: The Quick and The Dead
I have to pay closer attention. This is another GDing One-Shot.
Granted, this one is actually written by Peter David and it's a nice little issue that hopefully puts Pietro back where he should be.
But you could’ve not bought this issue and your life (and run of X-Factor) would be just as complete.
But it did have the other Layla appearance this week.
 “All I want for Christmas is you choking on your gum.”
Buffy the Vampire Slayer #14
I gotta tell you, this storyline is doing less and less for me. But I'm reading several worse comics a month still, so it's a long way from the drop list.
No Pick of the Week this week. Everyone did their job (except Tomasi). If I was forced at gunpoint to choose a favorite, I’d probably go with Detective.
That’s my comics story and I’m sticking to it.
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| May. 13th, 2008 12:50 pm Mother’s Day Extrava-frickin-ganza (cont) I know some blogs out there manage to have whole weeks dedicated to theme. While I don't know if I want to commit to anything so specific, I still have a little love to spread for Mother's Day.
Let’s keep it going for the momma’s in the house with a visual ode using one of the great mother/daughter teams of the past year:
Helena and Selina Kyle
 “And baby makes three—well two anyways”
I’ll tell you, kids are something else. They’re always getting into all sorts of trouble, talking to strangers and attracting criminal types to the house.
Like Angelo Bend and the erstwhile Film Freak here.

Being caught dead-bang and hobbled on the floor just wasn’t scary enough.
With little Helena stuck in the middle, now it’s a scene with some chest hair.

When you’re stuck, you’re stuck.
Selina however, is never one to let herself be paralyzed to inaction as so many of us are prone.
As a good mother should, she reminds us all: You gotta try.
 “—altho by jaw.”
Of course, being 5’9” of spring-loaded awesome never hurts your gumption either.
Let’s hear it for our Moms, who would gladly lift cars or put out Angle Man’s lights for us and always remind us to keep trying even when we're down on the floor with a trick triangle stuck in our ankle.
Mother: (Noun). Synonym: Chauffeur.
Seriously, moms are always tapped to drive us around and pick our asses up.
It’s important to remember even when they ask us to be waiting, there are better places to wait than the middle of the street.

Obviously parking is always a concern in the city, hence why she’d want us waiting.
But there is no length a mom won’t go for her children, even if it means finding an unorthodox spot.
 “Pritty mommy, pritty!”
Barring that, you could always hoof it. B/c that’s what good mothers do.
 “I’m sorry baby, I had to crash that car.”
(okay, all joking aside, this is simply one of the most stunning scenes of the otherwise stunning series which is currently being cancelled b/c you ass-burglars weren’t buying it. I hope you’re proud of yourselves. You’ve let mother down).
 "You've got me? Who's got you?"
Happy Mother’s Day, Selina and all you mamas out here, especially you single gals. It ain’tn’t easy.
Thanks for the everything.
Mr. Pfeifer, a request: Please give Helena back before you have to turn the lights off and put the chairs up.
The real burden was in writing her on a monthly schedule, right? These two deserve each other.
 “Lone Cat and Kitten”
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| May. 12th, 2008 02:29 pm Happy Big Family Weekend (past) Lots of family this weekend.
Yesterday was Mudders Day, of course. I hope you were nice to any and all Mothers you might have. Provided they didn’t beat you with wire hangers as a kid or the like.
Even then you should at least send them a card or a picture of you cross-dressing and flagellating yourself in a self-made dungeon. Let them know the profound effect they had: not only on your life, but the lives of the innumerable skinless women buried in shallow graves by the railyard.
Specifically: Happy momma’s day to my sisters, mi madre and of course, my lovely wife who let me infect her with a couple of children.
Among other things, I got my wife the gift of not being on the computer all damn day, which is why this post comes belated. Her gain is your loss internets.
Anyway, to celebrate, here’s a picture of some lesbian eating ice cream next to my kids:
 Back off ladies. She's mine.
Secondly, Happy Birthday to my baby-girl who turned all of one year’s old yesterday. We can finally stop worrying about crib death! Yay!
Hard to believe she went from this:
 Awwwwwwwwwww.
To this:
 Ewwwwwwwwwww.
In just one year.
She’s all walky and starting to talky and all kinds of other developments which more or less tell us she’s peaked as a human being.
I mean, let’s face it, the minute she left her original vision as a bundle of cuteness who stays where you put her and coos when she poops… well, I don’t want to say “jumped the shark” so much as “lost her sheen”.
Still, it turns out the police frown on child abandonment and all that, so we’re stuck with her at least until the stake out ends. Which our “neighbors” indicate won’t be soon.
Oh well, happy happiness to all, and to all a good night and all that rot.
I hope you got over the hangover faster than this one did:
 “You look how I feel.”
Unrelated Postscript: You know you’re writing too much when: You interrupt your dream to criticize the story development.
Last night I was having a remarkably stock nightmare about a group of twenty-somethings trapped in a luxury cabin by some psycho-redneck with a blow-gun loaded with a variety of poison darts (not all of them deadly apparently). Luckily, the twenty-somethings made a truncated 911 call before the deranged bushman cut their phone line.
As it stood it was slightly predictable, albeit scary. I mean, shit, a crazy-eyed dude kept showing up at windows with a goddamn blowgun shooting darts into people and disappearing with a rustle of foliage. The nonsense of it only made it scarier really. How do you reason with that dude?
Thanks to police procedure, a car was dispatched to investigate the hang-up. The cruiser brings us: girl-cop, grizzled-vet-cop, and fresh-faced-wet-behind-the-ears rookie-cop (FFWBTER-cop).
The cops enter the cabin without incident and interview the post-grad turks about what’s going on. They hastily explain they’ve been picked off one by one, poisoned or paralyzed by some Charlie Manson wannabe.
Girl-cop continues to take statements, while grizzled-vet-cop goes to check out the lower level where the garage was (I knew this ‘cause my brain supplied me with that kind of prerequisite dream knowledge) and FFWBTER-cop goes back the way they came to secure the perimeter.
FFWBTER-cop sees the deranged goon-face of our antagonist at the window above the washer and dryer* and darts come *fwip*ing in. FFWBTER-cop is young, dumb and full of cum, but spry enough to leap away down the stairs. Lady-cop rushes to help him and trains her gun up the steps while the twenty-somethings return to their regularly scheduled freaking out.
Now I’m actually in the vantage of FFWBTER-cop as he/we tell everyone we just saw the stalker but to our shared horror we realize one of the darts got us… and it’s lethal. I’m not sure how we knew it was lethal—I think production figured we’d fill that in during post. Anyway, FFWBTER-cop starts screaming and freaking out faced with our demise and enough time to contemplate it.
Amid a scream that echoed into my waked mind, however, the dream came to a screaching halt as if a dream elf with an old-school bullhorn shouted “Cut! Cut!”. I immediately reflected: as harsh and disturbing as that played out, it wasn’t the right thing to do.
Story-wise Grizzled-vet-cop should be the next to go, b/c that proves the stakes are high, and robs the audience of the likeliest candidate to match the antagonist in a physical joust.
I can’t say I disagree with my decision, but now I don’t know how it ends, who makes it out alive or how much one of those suckers costs for the weekend.
It really was a nice rental… short the crazy stalker killer: a garage, washer/dryer, mountainside view, nice and remote but with responsive police… I’m just saying.
 Manson Cat iz n ur butches, blowin ur darts!!!
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