Woohoooooo!

Finally!

Some GOOD news from comicbookdom!

I just found out that Mark Ward and Chris Samnee are going to helm the new Captain America book, following the interminable evil Cap/Secret Empire disaster. If anyone can write and draw a good book, it those two gentlemen.

I have been trying with all my might to avoid this summer's gawdawful crossover with an evil Cap as much as possible, but as usual, it isn't easy. They blew up Las Vegas for heaven's sake! Marvel wanted comic book store employees to wear Hydra T-shirts... which is just a tad problematic, since Hydra is a Nazi organization, and we have had to deal with Neo-Nazis waaaaaay too much lately.

Evil CP is a really really terrible idea, and while I was pretty sure that in the way of comic books, the status quo was going to be reset, I didn't know how they were going to pull it off. At this point, if Steve is in the shower and somebody sighs in relief, and it was all just a dream, I would be satisfied. I think there are... two Caps wandering around at the  moment, or something?

Anyhoo.

I am happy.

And I am even happier that I didn't waste my money on buying this putrescent waste of a character.

What?

I know it seems that all I do lately is piss and moan about my comics. Probably because all I do lately IS to piss  and moan about my comics!

Mighty Thor was decent, although making Volstagg yet another version of Thor is just... weird. Jane did finally confess to original Thor, that she is the new Thor, and he was awfully pussy about it. Squirrel Girl continues to be insanely delightful, and is probably the main reason I find the strength to stagger onto my comic book store.

Ms. Marvel is also fabulous. Man... Jersey is a tough place! Almost worse than New York!

I have been enjoying the heck out of Champions... until this issue. I have also been trying to avoid the whole Hydra/Evil Cap debacle as much as possible, but every once in a while, one sneaks in, and I opened up this issue to find that somehow Las Vegas had been bombed and Hydra has taken over, and the various ways that people were gruesomely murdered.

Not... really my cup of tea. The current state of world affairs is already terrifying...I don't need more of it in my formerly light-hearted hobby. Yes, super heroes and villains blow things up on a daily basis... but not Las Vegas, man!

I couldn't find Saga, which really toasted my buns.

I didn't even pick up Green Lantern Corps because it is practically unreadable.

I think I will go and read my old JLI's. They never let me down.

I Need My Bat Bat!

So... last night I am sound asleep about one AM, when my son rushes into my room babbling that there is a flying rodent downstairs... in other words, a bat has somehow managed to get into the house.

*sigh*

It is an old house, this usually happens at least once a summer, although it has actually been a few since the last time. For some reason, I am the resident Bat patrol. I used to use a giant yellow plastic shuffle bat, nowadays I just use a broom, with which I can usually give it a good smack mid-air, and then clamp a box or coffee can over it, and take it outside. I don't kill them, but I probably give them quite the headache.

Except... last night, I was only able to graze the little bigger a few times... and then he or she UPS and DISAPPEARS! So... as of this morning I am very cautiously... poking around, and still haven't found it. I am reading the newspaper and my tablet, rather expecting it to come swooping down any minute. I really need a super... or even not-so-super hero right about now.

I Am Gobsmacked

I can hardly believe that I am typing this... but I have given up on reading Green Lantern Corps.

I almost feel as though there should be an vaguely apocalyptic rumble or something.

I started this ridiculous blog in September of 2006, so I have been at this for... well, quite a while. And while I expressed my love of a LOT of comics, Green Lanterns (and their butts) were the particular focus of my attention.  I gobbled up back issues, I chortled over scans of Hal getting hit in the head. I reveled in Guy's antics in the JLI. I swooned over all those Gil Kane ads shots. I enjoyed the heck out of Geoff Johns adoration of Hal.

Good times, good times.

But lately... it has been something of a chore to even READ the Green Lantern books.   The plots have been... humdrum, to say the least. The art has been... okay, I guess. Characterization and humor have more or less disappeared.  Guy is still the best, but he has barely been used.

It isn't just the Green Lanterns. I have dropped a TON of books lately. I am hardly reading any DC at all, which rather breaks my heart, but I haven't quite forgiven them for dumping most of my favorite characters. I am only reading the more quirky books at Marvel... chiefly Squirrel Girl, and Ms. marvel and Champions, and Thor. Making Captain America a Hydra Agent pretty much ruined my summer.

So...i am still hanging in there, and posting occasionally... but I sure am depressed.