the red hulk attack shield new helicarrier called gold and beats up she-hulk.iron man get beat up and the new helicarrier is destroy after that we see rick on a road where the red hulk says to him i thought you were dead.rick is then hit by the red hulk after saying you were wrong after that rick changes into the new ABOMINATION
Thanks, Josh!
With the new creative team’s first issue of The Spirit, the title seems thrown back almost instantly, drawing a bit too much inspiration from Eisner’s original material. This isn’t a bad comic, really, merely “competent” when once I found it enthralling. Evanier and Aragonés provide a script that hits many of the right spots, with the exception of Dolan’s sudden devolution into a complete moron and a too-heavy bit with Ebony and the laptop.
With Ploog choosing to directly emulate Eisner (with whom he worked in the 70s,) a lot of of the title’s recent momentum is lost due to a too-retro style that ends up making this feel like one of the lesser stories from The Spirit: The New Adventures.
I’m not reading The Immortal Iron Fist as a regular title, preferring to wait for the trades, but I picked up Orson Randall And The Green Mist of Death on a whim and am glad for it. A “Previously” page catches curious readers up nicely before showing them slices from the Golden Age Iron Fist’s life and his multiple entanglements with The Prince of Orphans. Fraction’s disjointed narrative style serves the story well and the art for each segment, provided by a broad selection of creators – the Allreds, Nick Dragotta, Russ Heath, Lewis LaRosa, and Stefano Guadino – does the job very, very nicely. Part Indiana Jones, part The Escapist, and a fine piece of comics work from everyone involved.
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From the latest Publisher’s Weekly Comics Week newsletter:
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ANDREW COSBY, KEVIN CHURCH, MATEUS SANTOLOUCO AND ANDRE COELHO. Boom! Studios (www.boom-studios.com), $14.99 (128p) ISBN 978-1-934506-27-1When struggling Hollywood actor Alex Martin rescues a woman from a mysterious, almost fatal accident, he becomes an instant star – and also finds that a murderous cabal is out to kill him, too. His studio assigns some high-powered bodyguards, most notably this book’s title character: wiseacre Rachel Dodd, who looks like arm candy and shoots like James Bond. If you imagine that the two of them will despise each other at first, then bond through a series of action-comedy escapades (in the course of which Rachel will wear skimpy outfits and fire big guns) until romance blossoms between them, you are almost entirely right. It’s unabashedly an odd-couple comedy pasted onto an action flick, and self-aware about it. Still, Cosby and Church get in some clever jabs at the movie business and its cults of personality, and the frothy script has the sort of densely packed badinage beloved by readers of Church’s online comic strip, the Rack. Santolouco’s artwork is at the cruder, cartoonier end of the generic mainstream continuum – he sometimes favors dramatic angles to make up for his dodgy grasp of anatomy – but the story zips along as amusingly as the B-movies it parodies and pastiches. (Mar.)
Grooverider jailed for four years. (Via.)
Fine, witty writing
One of my all-time favorite DJ mixes.
Thor looking like he’s really fucking serious about hitting you with his hammer.
HULKEY POKEY HULK(Approximate Retail Price: $29.99; Ages: 18 months & up; Available: May 3, 2008)
Introduce a new generation of young Super Hero fans to the softer side of The Incredible Hulk with the all-new plush HULKEY POKEY HULK! This 14-inch-tall Hulk plush figure is loaded with fun phrases to encourage children to join him in song and dance. HULKEY POKEY HULK sings two songs, (including – of course! – a special version of the “Hokey Pokey” along with The Incredible Hulk) and spins 360 degrees while dancing.
I’m a grown man.
I’ve visited Rotten.com.
I’ve read American Psycho and a few Chuck Palahniuk novels.
I’ve seen a lot of horror films that take violence to its extremes, including the work of Takeshi Miike and more than one entire episode of Full House.
I’ve seen blood literally gush out of a gunshot wound as someone is wheeled through an emergency room on their way to the trauma center.
But, you know, I would have enjoyed the Sub-Mariner: Revolution trade paperback a hell of a lot more if it didn’t feature the these scenes of over-the-top violence:
I mean, I get it. Namor’s dark and brooding and shit, but at some point, it all becomes too gratuitous. The plot in Revolution is dead good, actually, but the amount of sadism on display by writers Cherniss and Johnson is pretty galling for a mainline Marvel title and takes a what could be a potentially great story and transmogrifies it into ghoulish fanboy torture porn. Thumbs down.
(Nice art, though, and the last four pages set up a potentially interesting plot for the future. Still, I didn’t need to see Venom’s slime encrusted tongue hurled at his own face by Namor.)
Fantastic Four #554 worked better than I thought it would. It’s the sort of comic you could hand off to someone not thoroughly indoctrinated in the Marvel universe and they’d be up to speed pretty quick, even if Millar’s about as subtle as a jackhammer in a nursery. As Sims pointed out, there’s some weird continuity glitches – the Doombots are a cute touch until you think about it, for instance – but as a soft reboot issue it’s a nice package. Close in style, if not tone to The Ultimates, if that makes sense.
More comics need to be like Jack Staff #14. There’s a bit in there I’m terribly eager to borrow, actually, if I can just work out exactly how to do it. If you’ve not, you probably should get started on the series.
So, I read what seemed like a new issue of Alias, but weirdly enough, it had New Avengers listed as the title on the cover. I liked it well enough, I suppose, but it pointed out why I’m not reading the series on a regular basis – an entire issue of Luke Cage and Jessica Jones (who I love, do not get me wrong) yelling at each other over her decision to “sell out” to protect their baby while Cage rants about the Skrull invasion isn’t what I call an “Avengers” sort of plot.
There is no greater cure for the ills that have affected me than Showcase Presents: Enemy Ace. Hans Von Hammer’s resolve and fortitude should serve as an inspiration to all.
I’ve given some vague allusions to my health issues over the last couple of weeks and I thought it was time to just let you guys know why, exactly, this blog has been stretched so very thin of late.
When I was in Las Vegas, I seem to have picked up some kind of bug that lay dormant in my system until the Tuesday after my arrival. In fact, I was fine as late as the evening of Monday, the 28th, when I had dinner with my friend Amanda at one of my favorite restaurants.
The next day (the 29th,) I woke up feeling…putrid. Deep, long coughs, lots of phlegm, low-grade fever. After two days of this, I gave in and went to see my doctor, who informed me I had viral pneumonia (which seems odd in retrospect, considering that one of the symptoms is that it’s a dry cough, but I trusted him,) and to stay home, in bed, and drink lots of fluids that weren’t whiskey. I did as asked and by Tuesday the 5th, felt ready to go back to work, and I did so, even if I was still coughing. The next few days go by fairly well, until I wake up on Friday – the symptoms were back in full effect.
So, I did the “lie in bed, drink lots of fluids, read Essential Power Man And Iron Fist” thing for a few days and was slowly feeling a bit more on the ball when…conjunctivitis decided to pay a visit. That’s right – after 33 years on this planet, I finally got my very own case of pink eye, complete with the sort of oozing discharge that I’d associate with having a dianoga around the house. After some consternation and an attempt to get a doctor’s appointment, I ended up in the ER in the wee small hour of the morning of the 12th, where I got goo for my eyes and x-rays for my chest.
The good: my lungs are doing better, as it appears to have been not quite viral pneumonia, but a bronchial infection that’s on the way out, and the eye goo did wonders. The bad? I woke up Friday morning with a vicious earache – I’d had some slight ringing in my right ear that I’d written off as sinus pressure, but apparently, get this – my sinuses got infected, too, and since they’re connected to my ear, drumroll please…ear infection!
So, I went back to the ER because my doctor is a worthless son of a bitch who can’t diagnose and the ER people are dead nice and they actually manage to do their job and now I’ve got a 2-week treatment course with antibiotics for my sinus/ear infection, a cough that’s barely there, eyes that are just fine, and a head that’s finally unfuzzy enough to start thinking about blogging here again seriously and, oh yeah, maybe working.
And that’s it. I don’t like to whine or talk about my personal stuff, but the past few weeks have been rough and I think that’s shown up. Combined with stuff going on with Birdie, that means The Rack has suffered too (only one strip this week so far), but I’m sure we’ll be back on track real soon now. I appreciate your patience with this matter.
Oh, yeah, I got some comics, too, so maybe I’ll talk about them soon.
It’s just…just listen, OK?
Am I gonna see you in the quad after Mr. Hembree’s class?
Cool. Let me know if you need a ride home – Brian just got his license and I’m going with him!
The quality isn’t quite as great as I’ve seen from other players – putting things full-screen makes them a bit jaggy and the framerate drops perceptibly. Of course, I’ve got a 20-inch monitor and only a 5mpbs connection, so your experience may be significantly different depending on one or the other. The client’s free to download and the service is free to use, at least for the time being. I’d not be surprised if that changed with the new WGA contract, or if they added more advertising to the currently-minimal amount embedded at present.
