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Scarlet #1 – A Review?

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This week marked the release of Scarlet #1, the new creator-owned Marvel/Icon comic from Brian Michael Bendis and Alex Maleev. While the duo were well-known for their successful run on Daredevil, I went into this book with mixed feelings. Why was that? Well, I guess you could say that it’s an example of “In Real Life Made Me Hate You”. Let’s take a step back in time, shall we?

Brian Michael Bendis was the first comic writer whose work I purchased solely because of the writer. In the past, I bought X-Men because everybody bought X-Men. I bought Batman because, well, he was Batman. Bendis, however, made me stray outside of that. I never really cared much for Avengers, since they were D-listers at the time, but Bendis got on the book, and I followed suit. While his overarching stories may not be consistent, he’s a master of dialogue. He’s pretty much popularized the “talking head” comic in the modern industry, much to the chagrin of many fanboys. I, however, LOVED his work. I read his autobiographical comics, like Total Sell-Out and Fortune & Glory, plus I even gave Powers a try (still don’t get the hype on that book). Based on Avengers and his Ultimate Marvel work, I think it was safe to say that Bendis was my favorite writer in comics. With that in mind, of course it would have been an honor for me to meet him.

Fast forward to 2008, at the Baltimore Comic-Con. Bendis was making the rare convention appearance out East, and I saw this as my chance to finally get to meet my favorite writer. I got in line for his table EARLY, as we knew he’d be signing, but no one seemed to know when. On top of that, he was doing back to back panels, which seemed to be running over schedule. I’d been to a handful of Baltimore shows, so I knew I wasn’t missing much on the floor. If you’ve seen Howard Chaykin once, then that’s all you need. Bendis, however, was the goal. I must’ve stood in that line for over 4 hours. Sure, I had some interesting fanboy conversations over the course of that time, but I still wasted the better part of the day in that line. When I finally got up to Bendis, he spent the time chatting away on his iPhone. I don’t think he even looked at me. He kinda scrawled his autograph on my comic (which, by the way, didn’t look nearly as good as the potentially fake autograph I’d bought at a show some years earlier. At least that one looked like it said “BENDIS”). Before I could really say anything to him, he handed it back and briefly moved the phone aside to say, “Here ya go, champ”, in the manner of your mom’s new boyfriend who didn’t care enough to learn your name.

Now, I know that whole thing sounds like I have a sense of geek entitlement, but I really expected more. A lot of people have asked, “Well, what did you expect him to do?” I really can’t tell you, but I certainly expected actually get to say something to him. I’m sure everybody says the same, trite “I love your work”, but isn’t that part and parcel of the convention signing experience? At least pretend he cares about his fans. Whenever you read these stories, someone in the comments will say “Well, maybe he was tired” or “‘Maybe he was having a bad day”. None of that seemed to apply here. He was happy and spry; he just wasn’t present. Never meet your heroes, kid. Anyway, my opinion of him kind of took a hit after that, while his star has only continued to rise. I was already grandfathered into his earlier series (like New Avengers and Ultimate Spider-Man), but I wasn’t sure I wanted to get on that horse again. Petty, I know. So, this is where I was coming from when I heard about Scarlet. Due to the buzz surrounding the book, I decided to give it a shot. In retrospect, it’s a great book that I’m not quite sure I should’ve read.

I don’t want to ruin it for you, because the story has an angle to it that should be experienced by the reader. As a quick elevator pitch, Scarlet is the story of a woman who, upon realizing that the world isn’t fair, decides that she’s going to change all of that – by any means necessary. It’s a book with a message, and it’s a potentially dangerous message. It’s almost like Falling Down, the Michael Douglas movie where one bad day pretty much sets an average Joe on a self-destructive path. I say it may not have been the book for me because of what my life has been going through as of late. It speaks to me, and it probably speaks to other readers as well. This familiarity will be good for the book’s accessibility, but do we really need to make angry people any angrier? It could almost be seen as inspirational, but what is it inspiring? It takes the notion of “The World Is Screwed Up”, but follows it up with a “So, What Are You Going To Do About It?”

Seeing as how it’s the first issue, it’s not exactly preachy, but focuses more on providing background info on Scarlet. It will be interesting to see how the book proceeds, seeing as how Bendis has said it’s not meant to be a political book. After all, this means that it will be a battle cry for a revolution that doesn’t specify the end goal. It almost sounds like an invitation to chaos, while it could also follow the notion that society has to be fully destroyed before it can be rebuilt. It’s an interesting concept, and I look forward to seeing where the book is headed. I hate to admit it, but Bendis has still got it. Maybe one day, I might get the chance to tell him that.


DC Comic-Con: Well, There’s Always Next Year…

So, today marked the 1st (annual?) DC Comic-Con. However, in this case, “DC” meant “Northern Virginia”, and “Comic-Con” meant “church bazaar”. I really had high hopes for this show. Established as a joint effort between Baltimore Comic-Con creator Marc Nathan, and the Laughing Ogre chain of stores, the show was poised to give the DC-Metro Area its first taste of a somewhat “official” comic book convention. Considering how great the Baltimore show has become over the years, this venture held a lot of promise. Unfortunately, something went wrong between idea and execution.

Now, I was actually supposed to volunteer for the show, as I first learned about it when I was in Marc’s store a few months back. He had a really good idea: he was already hosting a Free Comic Book Day signing in his store, so he figured he would just offer those guests an extra night’s hotel stay, and have them as his guests for the show. On top of that, he was going to make sure that all of the local shops had flyers available on FCBD, so that he could take advantage of the newcomers who might be flocking to stores. Considering his guest list was going to include Frank Cho (Ultimate Avengers 2, Liberty Meadows), JG Jones (52, Marvel Boy), Jo Chen (Buffy Season 8 covers), and others, it sounded like it couldn’t fail. Of course I wanted to be on board with that! He told me to show up early, and he’d put me to work. Well, fast forward to this morning, as I didn’t get to sleep until 7 AM because I’d been up working on restoring older entries to the site (I’ll explain that situation in another post). So, considering I wasn’t getting to sleep until about 3 hours before the show started, I simply muttered “Fuck that noise”, and went to sleep.

Over the past few days, I guess I lost most of my interest in the show when it didn’t seem like anyone really knew about the thing. I was in a comic shop yesterday, where I overheard someone talking about it, but their account of the thing was riddled with misinformation. On top of it, these were the retailers, themselves, and not just some fanboys standing around. So, it was becoming apparent that those flyers hadn’t made the rounds as planned. Also, the website was only updated intermittently. By Thursday, in total, there had only been about 5 update posts – none of which contained any major information, outside of the list of creators who’d be present. The only show-exclusive item was a variant cover of Witchblade, which would benefit the Hero Initiative. That’s good for the Hero Initiative, but the whole “Show Exclusives” part of the site looked pretty sad, as nothing else was being listed alongside it. It’s almost like, “Why bother?”

The worst crime of the site, however, was that it didn’t even list information pertaining to the price of regular admission. It stated that tickets would be available at the door, and not in advance (unlike the Baltimore show). Also, admission would be $5 IF you signed up for the e-mail newsletter. What if I don’t want to sign up? Well, there’s no information for that scenario. Guess I would just have to find out at the door…

So, I woke up around 11:30, and really debated whether or not I wanted to even bother with it. I had told Marc I’d volunteer, but it’s not like he really cared. He’d be OK. The main thing, though, was that I didn’t really know how to get to George Mason University. Sure, there’s Mapquest, GPS, and all that, but I hate the thought of trying to navigate a college campus. Cornell was basically the entire town of Ithaca. I knew GMU wasn’t that big, but I didn’t want to waste most of the day wandering around aimlessly. I checked the con’s site, only to see that they had uploaded a map of the campus, showing the location of the show, as well as the lot (Lot A) which was the only one open to con guests. Nice of them to post this…on May 1st. Yeah, they did it yesterday. The day before the show.

Honestly, though, I really just wanted to go so that I could finally meet one of my twitter pals. He’s one of the few people I can actually have a tweetversation with, and I think he’d be a cool “real life” friend. I knew he was making the trip from Baltimore, so if he could do that, then I could suck it up and drive to VA.

I headed down to GMU, but I was looking at the map on my phone, as I didn’t have the chance to print it. The Zoom option didn’t want to work, so I was flying blind. Once on campus, I couldn’t, for the life of me, find Lot A. Driving around Patriot Circle, the signs about the show/lot simply ran out. I ended up parking in the lot for a shopping center across the street from the campus. I didn’t want to risk tickets/towing by parking in the wrong campus lot, and I don’t mind walking. If I had found Lot A, it would’ve been a “5-10 minute walk” to the show. I’m not sure if that estimate was for the “normal” person, or for us geek types, who don’t have much in the way of cardio training.

I wandered through campus a bit, and actually walked past Lot A. It wasn’t much closer than the shopping center, so I didn’t feel too bad about my choice. Since the main campus seems to be configured in the middle of a circle, it wasn’t too hard to figure out the general direction of central campus. That said, all of the buildings, while nice and new, all pretty much look the same. Every now and then, I’d see a fat kid carrying a bag of comics, coming from the general direction in which I was headed, so that was an encouraging sign. Eventually, I just had to suck it up, and ask some kid where the Student Union was. Luckily, it was right around the corner from where I was. Keep in mind, this whole walk, which was in the CORRECT direction, contained NO signage to imply that I was headed in the right direction. I couldn’t have been the only one to experience this. Sadly, I arrived just in time to receive a tweet saying that my twitter pal had just left.

Anyway, once at the student union, there was nothing outside to indicate what was going on inside. No “DC Comic-Con Here!” sign. The only clue was that there were more slovenly kids with bags of comics, and a line at the ATM. Once inside, I realized that it wasn’t exactly a well-oiled machine. Admission turned out to be $5, so I guess the newsletter tactic was a bust. The problem was that, after I paid the money, the guy manning the table was more concerned with me filling out a raffle ticket than with giving me my wristband. People were bunching up around me, so once I was done, his partner tried to charge me another $5 before he’d give me the wristband. I told him I’d already paid, and the 1st guy co-signed it, so I got my wristband. That’s when I entered the “ballroom” where the show was being held…

You know your grandma’s church? The one that’s old and drab ’cause only old people attend? The one where they hold bazaars in the drab auditorium? The same auditorium which has a stage up front, as they sometimes use it to present the Christmas Cantata? Well, that’s exactly what this venue was like. It had a very “flea market” vibe to it. The entire room was filled with vendor tables, while something seemed to be happening onstage. I started to make the loop, but people were just in the way. This is a common problem with conventions, as everybody wants to bodyblock the longboxes until they’re done looking through them – very territorial.

As I’m walking through, I realize I recognize a lot of the vendors. After all, I used to frequent those little comic shows they hold at the Crowne Plaza in Tysons. Yup, there was the guy with one arm. There was the jerk from Columbia. There was the dude who always gives me the stink eye. The gang was all there. As I continued around, something became VERY apparent to me: the vendors had only brought their older comics OR their junk. So, if you were new to comics, your only options were overpriced yellowed books from the ’70s or a bunch of $1 bin books from the mid ’90s. I was kind of offended by this, as it implied that none of the vendors had taken the show seriously. Just as the place looked like a church bazaar, they were treating it as one. As I walked around, I overheard a lot of grumbling amongst the vendors, as the show clearly hadn’t met their expectations. Now, I’m not sure if they were unhappy with the turnout, or the lack of sales, but I have to lay some of the blame on the vendors themselves. Outside of the shitload of unnecessary Deadpool variant covers released over the last few months, the vast majority of vendors didn’t have any books published within the last five years. On top of that, it was a great show for anyone looking for cheap trade paperback collections, but the single comic offerings were piss poor. One guy was selling “new comics”, one of which was an issue of Amazing Spider-Man that came out six months ago. Now, considering that series comes out thrice-monthly, that book is basically a year and a half old, when compared to other comics. That’s not NEW.

I made about 5 loops around the room, and couldn’t find ANYTHING on which I wanted to spend money. It was all junk. Hell, I was so disgusted that I passed up the FCBD books that some guy had leftover from yesterday. I bought the DC Comic-Con exclusive Witchblade because it was the show’s ONLY exclusive, and I wanted to have proof of the show’s existence in case it’s never held again. It helped out the Hero Initiative, though I’ve never exactly been sold on that organization (look up its guidelines some time – there’s a a VERY narrow pool of creators who even qualify for its assistance).

The saddest part of the convention was the lone Joker who was skulking around the show floor. This dude looked terrible! I mean, his costume was good, but he just looked depressed, and I’m not sure if it was part of his cosplay. I think he just felt out of place, as he was the ONLY one in cosplay that I saw. They were granting free admission to anyone who showed up in full costume, but he’s the only one who looked like he may have taken advantage of that offer. In any case, I eventually saw him hiding behind a pillar, fervently texting someone. Maybe he was asking Batman to come and take him back to Arkham. After all, that HAD to be a better option than where he was at the moment!

Oh, remember the commotion onstage? Well, that’s where those big name creators were set up. It was so awkward, however, as they were elevated over the rest of the show floor. To add to that, any fans wishing to get signatures & sketches had to wait off to the side of the stage. When it was their turn, they went up, as if they were about to receive a diploma. I’m being overly dramatic, but it really looked like an elitist setup, as we were all waiting to “pay tribute”. I already had signatures from all of them, so I didn’t even give it a second thought.

While on Loop #5, I noticed one vendor, who also happened to be the only vendor who was even remotely friendly to me, had a bunch of old toys for sale. Really old toys. That’s when I saw them: the Hasbro figures from the Stargate movie. Kurt Russell as Jack O’Neill, James Spader as Daniel Jackson, and nary a trace of likeness rights between them. Despite looking nothing like the actors, I LOVE Stargate, and I couldn’t shake a stick at the price tag of $3 each. As I took Daniel and O’Neill to the vendor, he laughed and told me he would cut me a deal for all of them. There were 6 figures, and he said he’d give them to me for half price. Now, I’m normally a sucker for a deal, but I really had no use for Lt. Kawalsky and Horus figures. I mean, Kawalsky looked just like O’Neill, but had a different color shirt, and I don’t care about grunt soldiers from a defunct toy line. I could’ve had them all for about $3 more than I spent, but I just didn’t want more junk in my apartment. I’m gonna hang Daniel and Jack on the wall, like the kitsch that they are. I simply had no use for the others.

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The very second after I completed that transaction, I headed for the door.  I didn’t care about the raffle, or the door prizes, or spending another second in that place. I walked out the door, and didn’t look back.

While I had major problems with the venue, I think my main disappointment came from the fact that I had held such high expectations. It’s really a matter of semantics: this was not a convention, but a show. A comic convention is an experience. There are vendors, panel discussions, and it provides fans with the chance to meet their favorite creators. A comic show, however, is simply about selling. Vendors bring their backstock inventory, and hope to unload some of it to people who are trying to fill holes in their collections. Shows don’t always have guests, and when they do, they don’t tend to be “marquee”. This show definitely fit the latter definition. It was geared toward the collector, and the older collector at that. It didn’t serve as a proper introduction for the new fan, nor as encouragement to the casual fan. I’m a collector, and it didn’t even fit my needs, so I’m left to wonder what was the target audience for this show. It’s got some reputable names behind it, so maybe this was a case of “1st year mistakes”. I didn’t exactly have an amazing time, but fanboys are gluttons for punishment, so I’m not giving up on it completely. After all, there’s always next year…


Adventures West Coast #9: Witchblade Vol 1

Adventures West Coast #9: Witchblade Vol 1

Can I be fair to this book? That’s the ultimate question here. You see, as my girlfriend, family, and enemies will tell you, I don’t forget anything. As I result, I have a hard time grasping the notion of “forgive and forget”, as I don’t see them as mutually exclusive. This also carries over to the realm of entertainment. For some reason, I can never forget an actor’s first role, and if it’s a bad performance, I can’t forgive it, either. For example, I don’t care how sexy and successful he may be, George Clooney will always be the guy from The Facts of Life. Some days, I might let that slide, but he’s still Booker from Roseanne. In any case, it took him a bit to get his career on track. That’s a lot like Witchblade. It seems like it’s on the right track, but I can’t forget what came before. This is ultimately going to be more a review of packaging and presentation than the actual plot itself.

The cover might say “Volume 1″, but that’s a lie. You see, Witchblade existed for about 80 issues prior to those collected in this volume, and that’s not counting all the one shots and miniseries. At launch, it was really just a mystical T&A book, which describes most of the early Top Cow output. I mean, this is a company that had a headlining character named Sexbot. That’s just who they were, and I can’t really shake it. It tends to cause problems, as I consider the current publisher of Top Cow to be friend. That said, I don’t think he likes me very much in an online capacity, as every bit of PR he puts out about a Top Cow product triggers some snark on my part. It got to the point where I simply unfollowed him on Twitter because I felt that it was probably for the best. I commend them on the desire to take the book in a less cheesecake direction, but it’s such a guerilla tactic to just act like those prior years never happened. I almost wish they had just cancelled the original series and relaunched with this. Sure, this is all just numbers and things printed on covers, but it would’ve seemed more…pure to me. You just can’t collect a storyline that takes place at #80 of a 13 year old series and just decide, “OK, this is gonna be Volume 1 from here on out”!

I had actually read some earlier Witchblade issues, published during the brief period in the mid ’90s when Top Cow broke away from Image in order to be their own company. That didn’t last long, and I was done with the book by the time they returned to the Image fold. Back then, at its best, it was a tits & ass book set against a supernatural backdrop. It never quite knew if it wanted to be NYPD Blue or Poltergeist: The Legacy. It followed Sara Pezzeni, a New York City detective, who finds herself in the possession of a mysterious weapon known as the Witchblade. She doesn’t know why she has it, let alone what it means. She’s a cop, but when she “witches out”, she looks like this:

Yup, just a regular old cop who kills demons in a thong made of supernatural thorns. Apparently, the Witchblade also provides good cup support! Well, that art made a household name of the late Michael Turner, who went on to create his own company, Aspen Entertainment. In any case, that’s the gist of the character for the first 80 issues or so. That’s YEARS worth of comics. Then, a funny thing happened: as is common with comic properties, Witchblade was turned into a TV series for TNT. Yancy Butler (Drop Zone, Brooklyn South) starred as Sara, in a weekly series where Sara tries to get to the bottom of the mystery of the Witchblade. Despite the fact that Yancy didn’t run around half-naked, the show was actually a success. The only reason production stopped was because Yancy went to rehab for substance abuse. Anyway, during the run of the show, Sara/Witchblade looked like this:

Pretty conservative, huh? Well, in a lot of ways, the TV show was ahead of its time, as it was the first appearance of what Sara would come to look like after the bold new direction of issue #80:

As this story opens, Sara wakes up in a hospital bed, with little to no memory as to how she got there. At her side is her partner (work, not banging), Jake McCarthy. Anyone familiar with prior issues know him as the other half of the “will they, won’t they” dynamic of the book. In walks Special Investigator Patrick Gleason, who’s been sent to getthe details on what happened to Detective Pezzini. Immediately, this sets off a dick measuring contest between the 2 guys, seemingly setting up a potential love triangle.

Patrick Gleason’s a really good character. Not only is he fairly likeable, but he also serves as “the eyes” for new readers. Once Sara comes out of the coma and jumps into her investigation, Gleason’s right there at her side, trying to get answers. Whenever something supernatural happens, it’s old hat for Sara, but it’s all completely new to Gleason. It’s a pretty nice dynamic, which also helps for a bond between the two characters.

So, the plot. Well, the only real witness to the events surrounding Sara’s coma was her childhood priest. Upon further investigation, she finds out that he’s part of an ancient sect of the Catholic church that dabbled in the dark arts. An event is coming that would allow some pretty major demons to pierce the veil and destroy our world. The sect wants this event to come to pass, but they want Sara dead, as the Witchblade has the power to stop them. She was to die the night she ended up in the coma, and the prist was ordered to finish the job. Instead, he’s killed by the Witchblade, but partner Jake gets injured in the process. Sara and Patrick team up for the final act, as he creates a diversion, while she uses the Witchblade to give those priests the old what for! In the end, Patrick and Sara find their relationship changed by the experience, while Jake clings to life in a hospital bed.

My biggest gripe of the collection comes down to packaging. You see, it was offered at the low, introductory price of $4.99. I’ve been working around comics long enough to know that some corners may have been cut in order to pass savings along to the consumer. In my case, the binding was shit. The pages just started falling out near the end of the book. I’m not sure if this was a common problem with the print run, but it certainly marred my experience.

Prior to reading this collection, I’d been sampling Witchblade via more recent issues, especially those leading into the Broken Trinity event. It’s at that point that Sara and Patrick are first entering into a real relationship, so it’s nice to see how they first met. I like what Ron Marz has done with the series, and it seems like the book had just been waiting for him to come along. He seems to have a plan, and it’s not the same old stories of “Sara goes undercover as an escort and poses a lot” that we seemed to have in the ’90s. Stjepen Sejic’s art is pretty nice, and quite reminiscent of Clayton Crain (X-Force) before his work got all muddy (Necrosha). I can be a cruel man, but I also believe in giving credit where it’s due. Witchblade may have a bit of a checkered history, but I think this collection signals the beginning of a promising future.


Adventures West Coast #6: Image Foursquare

Adventures West Coast #6: Image Foursquare

I just became the mayor of this website! That’s a little foursquare humor for you nerds out there. One of these days, that’s gonna be a pretty dated reference, like whenever someone says “MySpace” now. In any case, today we’ve got four books from Image Comics that I read recently. These books run the gamut, from early work from newly-minted Image partner, Robert Kirkman, to niche work by indie creators, like Street Angel‘s Jim Rugg.

Tech Jacket Vol. 1: The Boy From Earth

Robert Kirkman’s Tech Jacket was launched back during the shortlived Image Central superhero line, which included Firebreather, Venture, and Noble Causes. Bet you haven’t heard of most of them, huh? Anyway, you can certainly see the origins of some of the ideas that would come to define Kirkman’s most well-known superhero creation, Invincible. Tech Jacket is the story of Zack Thompson, a teenager who’s got a lot on his plate. His crush doesn’t notice him, and it seems that his dad may have entered into a deal with the mob to keep the family business afloat. In the meantime, a galactic war is waging between the Geldarians and The Kresh. The Geldarians, a somewhat weak species, are equipped at birth with Tech Jackets, a pseudo-permanent body armor that acts in a defensive capability. As fate would have it, an intense battle occurs within Earth’s orbit, and a surviving Tech Jacket finds its way to Earth, bonding with Zack. This triggers an alarm on the Geldarian homeworld, who believe that Zack has actually stolen the suit. They show up to put him on trial, but he ends up becoming their greatest champion.

Like his contemporary, Marvel’s Brian Michael Bendis, Kirkman just gets dialogue. His scenes between Zack and his dad really capture a special father-son dynamic that you don’t often see in these books. Instead of Zack keeping the powers a secret, he’s forced to reveal them to his dad in order to save him from mob enforcers. On top of that, instead of the dad taking the typical “this is dangerous” approach, he instead admits that the tech jacket is pretty cool. The parents are also reminiscent of Michael Bay’s Transformers, as they are only present due to the fact that a teenager is expected to have parents, however they’re far from the most responsible characters in the book. His mom is shown as a bumbling shopaholic, while his father is clearly a pretty sad business owner, based on his prior dealings. All of this, coupled with the fact that they went on the run to save their own hides, without truly dedicating any resources to finding Zack when he had gone missing (he was in space, aiding the Geldarian war effort). Their excuse is that they couldn’t go to the police because then they’d have to reveal their involvement with the mob, but I’m not buying it. I think most parents would say “fuck it”, and try to get any help they could. After all, he’d been gone for SIX MONTHS! It genuinely seems like they were acting on instinct, rather than thinking it out, so I don’t think it was meant as a malicious act. It’s clear that it was an act of desperation, but that only serves to support their irresponsible depiction.

The series only lasted for 6 issues, despite the fact that Kirkman has commissioned the artist, E.J. Su, to get started on issues 7 and 8. Based on prior sales, he felt that #6 was a natural stopping point, as it allowed him to tell his intitial story, while providing the possibility to return to the hero at a later time. It’s unfortunate that the book was so shortlived, but it also allowed us to get Invincible, Marvel Zombies, and The Walking Dead – the three books that made his career in mainstream comics. I’d certainly be onboard if he decided to return to the character at any point, and I’m somewhat surprised that he hasn’t fully integrated the character into the Invincible book, as I feel like Zack might find a kindred spirit in Mark Grayson.

I Hate Gallant Girl TPB

Next up, we have I Hate Gallant Girl, by former Image Publisher Jim Valentino, Kat Cahill, and Seth Damoose. This book takes place in a fun little universe where the role of top hero, Gallant Girl, is decided by the results of a pageant. Just as in standard beauty contests, looks seem to matter more than actual talent. Enter Rene Tempete, a capable woman who has always dreamed of one day becoming Gallant Girl. Unfortunately, Rene just doesn’t have The Look. She’s not blonde, she’s got a stockier build, and she’s not a media darling. After being rejected by the Fellowship of Freedom, Rene finds herself fending off an attack at a local airport. While recuperating in the hospital, the Fellowship of Freedom decide to make her an offer. Since the elected Gallant Girl is pretty worthless, they decide that she should only do PR, while Rene could handle the actual threats…as her stunt double. Of course Rene is insulted, but she’s also torn, as she HAS always wanted a chance to be a real hero. Veteran hero Blue Thunder sees this as an opportunity, as he has lost his daughter, and sees real potential in Rene. So, unbeknownst to the rest of the Fellowship, he sets Rene up in a secret base, and trains her to be her own hero, called Tempest. Eventually, she outshines Gallant Girl, gaining the ire of the Fellowship. It turns out that Gallant Girl wasn’t as ditzy as she appeared, and she’s actually been plotting to become the newest supervillain in town. This leads to the inevitable confrontation between Tempest and GG, with Gallant Girl escaping to fight aother day. The book is rounded off by a reprint of Bomb Queen Presents: All Girl Comics, featuring the heroines of Valentino’s Shadowline imprint, such as Black Light, Editor Girl, Tempest, and Bomb Queen.

The story was originally a 3-issue mini, so this collection is a pretty quick read. The backup story is a bit interesting, as it does feature Tempest, but it also drives home the point that Bomb Queen is pretty much the only notable character to have come from the Shadowline imprint. While some people can’t stand that character, the fact that she’s currently on her 6th miniseries proves that she does have a dedicated fan base. I’ll write more on Bomb Queen another time. I Hate Gallant Girl is a fun read, and I hope the character comes back one day, as there are certainly more stories that can be told with her.

Jersey Gods Vol 1: I’d Live And I’d Die For You

After Gallant Girl, we’ve got Jersey Gods, by Glen Brunswick and Dan McDaid. Plainly put, Jersey Gods is a love letter to the cosmic work of legendary creator, Jack Kirby. The visuals and characters are analogous to Kirby’s Fourth World/New Gods universe, which actually caused me to hold off on reading the book for a bit. You see, unlike old school purists, I’m not the biggest Kirby fan. Yes, that’s considered sacrilege by some, but I grew up in a Jim Lee world. Those styles are diametrically opposed, as Lee and the other Image creators ushered in the era of the big-boobed “brokeback” pose, while Kirby’s art tended to look like stocky cavemen at times. Before I start getting hate mail, understand that I do understand Kirby’s important influence on the industry – his art just wasn’t my cup of tea.

In any case, Jersey Gods revolves around Zoe, a Cherry Hill, NJ, daddy’s girl who just doesn’t seem to have luck with men. All she wants is a successful relationship, but she seems to drive men away. In the meantime, her well-to-do parents are worried that she might be a lesbian, as they don’t understand why she’s single. Leading up to the Christmas season, Zoe finds herself in the middle of a battle between feuding intergalactic gods…at the local mall. Somehow, their conflict has brought them to Earth, and that’s where she meets Barock (timely, huh?). When he falls in battle, she gives him the motivation to finish the fight. Completely taken by Barock, Zoe invites him to her family’s upcoming Christmas party. Barock returns to his galaxy, but can only think of Zoe. In the meantime, Zoe’s thoughts are constantly with Barock. Eventually, she gets tangled up in his world of intergalatic intrigue, as she becomes involved with a counterfeit jeans scandal (yeah – the kind you wear). With Barock torn between protecting his people and protecting Zoe on Earth, he decides to follow his heart, and proposes to her.

I found this to be a cute story, but I don’t quite understand how it’s an ongoing. I felt that it was nicely contained enough to be a miniseries, but there are more Jersey Gods adventures following this. I can see how that would be possible, as all one has to do is express the sitcom nature of the plot: “Oh, no! What happens when the bumbling landlord finds out Barock’s a god?!” That said, I just feel like it would become pandering. Also, the main draw is the fact that it is so much of a Kirby homage, as the plot isn’t all that revolutionary. I felt that I had read this before, which was further driven home when Image mainstay Michael Avon-Oeming later released God Complex, which is quite similar, only it uses the pantheon of Greek gods rather than some vague intergalactic equivalent. There’s a part of me that’s curious to see where Jersey Gods goes. I mean, they’re just begging to have that wedding crashed! That said, I’m not sure I care enough to spend money in order to find out.

One Model Nation GN

One Model Nation is an Image GN by C. Allbritton Taylor and Jim Rugg. This is one of those books where I’m afraid I may not do it justice by trying to fully explain the plot. As a framing device, a documentarian has traveled to Germany to gather information on ’60s band known as One Model Nation. The main story, told against the backdrop of the actions of the left-wing Red Faction Army, documents what happened in the final days of the group. Now, considering how the books starts off, you’re expecting a lot of political intrigue and perhaps a mysterious disappearance. Not so, true believers.

The book assumes that the reader already has some knowledge of the events of post-World War II Germany, which is not the case. Sorry, Kaiser, but we were too busy fucking and cashing in those war bonds. Apparently, by the 1960s, the youth of Germany began to publically question their leadership, as those in power had been the same in power during the Nazi years. Instead of peaceful discourse, however, their protests took the shape of guerilla warfare, as they specialized in terrorist attacks against authority, like bombs and shootings. One of the more notable figurehead groups of the time was the Baader-Meinhof Gang. Now, for the fictional stuff: the Baader-Meinhof members, as well as other followers of the movement, were really big fans of One Model Nation, who were essentially a low-rent German Beatles. The band members, themselves, didn’t really have any political leanings. They were all about the music, man. It just seems like everyone around them was batshit crazy about shooting cops and blowing shit up; the OMN boys were too busy playing with their new keyboards.

I’ve got to say, One Model Nation‘s certainly not your “standard” Image book. It makes me wonder why they published it. Maybe they decided to “diversify yo’ bonds, nigga!”, but it’s the kind of book that you would get from a more…literary publisher. I also didn’t really understand what kind of story was trying to being told, as the thesis gets a bit lost. The band is used as a vehicle to explain the plight of Germany youth, but the band has and wants nothing to do with all of that. When focusing on the band members, the writing is a bit…whimsical, for lack of a better term. Things happen that just don’t make sense. For example, the cops bust up One Model Nation’s recording studio, and group member Sebastian decides that he can’t take anymore. His father’s old and sick, so he decides to leave the group to take care of his father. Fine. He makes the trip to the Bavarian Alps, where he and his father have a really disjointed conversation about life. It’s one of those where the father seems to impart some kind of wisdom akin to “You kids today don’t have it like we did. We HAD to be Nazis.” I guess this changed Sebastian’s mind, as he’s next seen riding up to the new One Model Nation recording studio on his bike. The guys don’t say anything about him leaving. Either there was soething missing in the writing, or that was just something he did a lot. In any case, it’s a scene that makes it glaringly obvious that the book lacks any real character moments. Most of the dialogue reads like, “Where is Gunnar?” and “I will be at the store”. It was like an ESL course! In fact, the book reads like it has been translated into English – almost like certain quirks and colloquiolisms may have been lost in the translation.

The band ends up playing a huge unlicensed gig in Frankfurt, which seems to be their last gig. While it takes place, the Baader-Meinhof Gang launch a pretty big attack, which lands EVERYONE in jail. The Kultureminister comes to visit the band while in jail, and decides to let them go, as he realizes they had nothing to do with the attacks. Now, here’s where I had to use my detective hat. While the band didn’t really involve themselves in the whole movement, it becomes obvious that they get off on the fact that the followers of the movement are their most devoted fans. It gives them a bit of street cred. So, when the Kultureminister basically says that One Model Nation are harmless, it makes them feel as if it had been all for naught. While people were actually out there doing things, here was a group that had merely profited off their association. The Kultureminister essentially blew the wind out of their sails. I believe THAT was the reason for the demise of the band. Without an introduction, foreword, or afterword, the story lacks a bit of context. Again, what is the reader supposed to take away from the story? I feel that I was supposed to get a better understanding of the Red Faction Army movement than I did, and it might have been more of a success had they omitted the angle of the group entirely, and just focused on the actions of the Baader-Meinhof Gang.

I will say this: the most memorable part of the book is when the band travels to London and they get to meet David Bowie. Bowie, however, is the only character in the book drawn by Mike Allred, one of the book’s “producers” (I’ve never known a graphic novel to have “producers”, so i’m not sure what that role entails. I figure he’s the guy with clout, who begged Image to do his friend a solid by publishing this thing). Not only is Bowie CLEARLY a work of Allred, but it also makes it apparent that everyone Allred draws is basically Bowie. All these years, Madman, X-Statix, Red Rocket 7, and everything else were ALL Bowie, with certain tweaks made here and there. It just took this book for me to finally realize that. Anyway, if you want some weird-ass German history lesson, pick this up. Otherwise, this feels like the kind of book that you’d be assigned in college, where you’re all like, “Wow, my professor’s kinda cool ’cause he’s having us read a graphic novel”, and once you read it, you think, “That tweed wearing bastard!”


Adventures West Coast #5: The Dirty 3-Way Edition

Adventures West Coast #5: The Dirty 3-Way Edition

OK, when I first started on this project, I knew that I would have more to say about some books than others. Usually, if it just didn’t resonate with me, I’m going to have less to say. Well, welcome to that installment, as the following 3 books don’t even warrant individual entries. This isn’t to say, however, anything about their quality; unlike most fanboys, I’m going to take the high road, and say that they just weren’t my cup of tea.

First up, we’ve got You Have Killed Me, which is an Oni Press book by Jamie S. Rich and Joelle Jone. Full disclosure: I LOVE Oni Press. I was their account manager when I was with Diamond, and they’re some of the nicest guys in comics. At this point, I’ve read quite a few Oni books, so I’m familiar with their usual creators, as well as the general style of their books. Not to generalize too much, but a lot of Oni books revolve around mid-twenties slackers who get tangled up in some sort of high-jinks. Their most popular example of this genre is the Scott Pilgrim franchise, but it can be seen in other books, like Pounded! and Labor Days. Jamie S. Rich has come to be a master at this genre, and You Have Killed Me is, pretty much, the same thing, only set in an early 20th century, film noir universe.

I’m not even going to go through all of the twists and turns of the plot. If you’ve ever experienced ANYTHING noir, then you already know where this is going: murder, mob, jazz, and a double-crossing dame. That’s it. I felt that it zigzagged more than it needed to, which served to confuse the plot. Another impediment was the artwork of Joelle Jones. It seemed that she was only working with about 5 different character models, so it was difficult to figure out who the characters were at times. Was this the femme fatale in this panel, or was it her dead sister? I know that kind of misdirect was integral to the plot, but it got worse in other places. There was a skinny black character model and a fat black character model. If there were 2 skinnies in the room, you didn’t really know which was which. “They all look the same!” I know Joelle’s a talented artist, as she was responsible for the recent Dr. Horrible one-shot from Dark Horse, as well as some work on Fables. I had been hearing a LOT about this book quite a while before it came out, and I feel that the delays may have been due to the art side of things. In order to get the book finished, I fear she may have cut some corners.

In the long run, I didn’t feel this book lived up to the emo library that Oni has built over the years. If you’re an indie completist, go ahead and give it a try, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

Next up, we have Olympus, an Image series by Nathan Edmondson and Christian Ward. Going into this, I knew nothing about the creators or the subject matter. I think I may have said this before, but I know next to nothing about mythology. Yes, I realize they’re the classics, and the learned folks would look down on me for my ignorance. That said, most of the mythology I know is stuff that I picked up from watching Xena and Hercules.

As far as the plot of Olympus, I don’t really wish to get into the details, as I’m afraid I wouldn’t do it justice, given my ignorance of the source material. Over the course of the story, there were points that I could tell would be meaningful to those familiar with the duo, but I was not one of those people. Ultimately, the series followed immortal brothers Castor and Pollux as they alternated between Earth and Hades. It seems that they die every year, only to come back and do it all over again 12 months later. A threat gets loose from the underworld that threatens the immortal realm. So, Castor and Pollux set out to preserve themselves, as well as the rest of their ilk. That’s pretty much what I got out of it.

I will say that the art is the driving force of Olympus. It’s the sort of thing where, even if you don’t wish to read it, you would still get a kick out of “looking at the pretty pictures”. Christian Ward brings a trippy, almost watercolor quality to the book. It can, at times, be a bit hard to follow, but I certainly think it fits the otherworldly nature of the book. I wanted to like this book, as I knew there was good stuff there that I just didn’t understand. There is certainly an audience out there for this book, and I’m just sorry that I’m not it.

Finally, we’ve got Dark Minds, an Image series by Pat Lee. That pretty much says it all right there. If you’re familiar with comics, you know why. If you’re not, here’s the CliffsNotes version: Pat Lee is a bit of a snake oil salesmen in the comic industry. He loves drawing robots, but he ruined his reputation by stealing the work of others – either through outright infringement or lack of payment to artists in his stable (for more, just check his wiki Talk page ),

Well, it seems ol’ Pat’s at it again! I’m gonna make this quick for ya. Have you ever seen Ghost In The Shell? Have you ever seen, pretty much, any anime concerning cyborgs or clones? Then, you already know this story. Hackneyed notions of “I’m a clone, so why do I have these memories?” or the popular “Why is this giant, multinational conglomerate trying to kill me? They created me, after all!”

The most jarring aspect of the book is that it’s almost like it had no editor. It did, however, have an editor: Pat’s brother, Roger Lee. I hope he wasn’t paid. They really could’ve used a crash course with a Scott McCloud book because they don’t seem to understand how to lay out a comic page. The speech bubbles don’t flow correctly, seriously disrupting the flow of dialogue between characters. That same dialogue also sounds like it was written by someone whose native language is NOT English (the Lees are Canadian, so don’t go there with me). The art, too, is flawed, as there are scenes with anatomically atrocious characters posed around immaculately drawn sports cars. Lightbox, anyone?

Dark Minds is an earlier Pat Lee “masterpiece”, and he went on to have a pretty successful career after acquiring the Transformers license for his company, Dreamwave. His financial dealings eventually led to the company’s demise, and he hasn’t worked much in recent years. When this book was published, it was at the dawn of the manga craze. You could shit in a bag and call it “Neo Tokyo”, and fandom would think you were a fucking rock star. Well, Pat Lee was the Elvis of that movement. The King is dead, folks, and it’s about time.


Remembering Michael Turner

“The hardest thing in the world to do…is take a blow you can see coming.”

So, comic artist Michael Turner passed away early this morning after a lengthy battle with chondrosarcoma. I’ve known for a few hours, but it seemed the rest of the internet hadn’t been informed, and I didn’t want to be the a-hole to break such a delicate topic on some vanity project blog. That said, I think this is the first comic death that truly hits home for me. Typically, we get news of the passing of the pioneers, the Old Guard – people who were the architects of the medium, yet who haven’t been treated as kindly in their later years. Still, these people were revered for their history, and respected by fans until the end. I didn’t know those creators from the beginning, and watched from the sidelines with awe.

Michael was different, though, as I watched his career from the ground. Starting around the same time that I really gave myself over to comics, I’ve been there from the beginning of his career to, sadly, the untimely end. As far as respect from his peers, Michael, however, has always had a different road to hoe. He’s a pioneer in his own right. While he may have started as a student of “the Top Cow style”, he’s one of the first of that wave to break free from the stable and set up his own studio. Despite the sickness, he was still the go-to variant cover guy for BOTH Marvel and DC over the past 3 years, as well as working to get Aspen Studios back on the map.

I think Michael will be remembered most for his work ethic, as well as for his intense battle with cancer. I say “battle” and I mean it. The man had so many ups-and-downs, but it never stopped him as long as he had a say in the matter. Some might say that he was more prolific over the past few years than earlier in his career. Even after all of that, I’m still surprised by the amount of fanboys and professionals who used the topic of Mike’s illness to offer their not entirely positive, or necessary, two cents about him. I worked in comics for almost 2 years, and I can’t count how many times at cons I would hear something like, “Did you hear about Mike? It seems he’s had a relapse. Never really been a fan of his work, ya know, but he’s just such a great guy.” I mean, really…was that middle part even necessary?

Now, this morning, we’re getting posts like,

“Could never stand his work, so much so that I even commited [sic] a personal sin numerous times by buying the more expensive variant covers just to avoid the cheaper regular version that he did.
But that doesn’t mean I ever wished him ill.
Condolences to his family, friends and fans.”

Everyone deals with death in their own way, but I can’t begin to tell you how much this did, and still does, bother me. Sure, I could take the whole “If you can’t say anything nice,…” approach, but Lord knows I’ve never followed that to a tee on this site. That said, I guess it bothers me how these people have always made it about themselves. It’s been almost like they were dying to find a way to work in that slight. And now, today, it seems that nothing has changed. The only thing that has changed is that the world has lost a talented workhorse, who (while I tend to shy away from throwing this around) courageously fought his illness.

I only hope that the same basement critics will, in time, find a way to truly understand the man and his work. I’m not even saying they have to like it, but they need to appreciate the ethic, appreciate the dedication, and appreciate the man. They may not realize it now, but the world of comics won’t be the same after today. This isn’t one of those “He meant a lot to me, and I’ll miss him” posts. He meant a lot to all of us, just some don’t realize it yet. We’ll all miss him, and the medium is better, in many ways, for having the benefit of his contributions.


Joey Da Q Doesn’t Care For AOL Comics

In comic news, apparently Marvel & DC are trying to start their rivalry again.

For the uninformed, comics fans usually stick to one company. The choices are 1) DC, which publishes Batman & Superman, 2) Marvel, which publishes X-Men & Spider-Man, and 3) Image, which publishes Spawn and…a bunch of books that don’t last long.

Now, there IS some crossover, with most people reading books from each company, but back in the day, that was unheard of. You had loyalists. Hell, Marvel made a little gang out of it, called F.O.O.M., which stood for “Friends Of Ol’ Marvel”.

In recent years, the competition dwindled as both companies simply struggled to survive.

Looks like the gloves are off again. Marvel’s Editor-In-Chief, Joe Quesada is at the front of the charge for more of a rivalry. despite this passage being about 2 yrs old, this is how Joe feels about his competition:

“Mr. Quesada is convinced that some good old-fashioned gloves-off rivalry will be good for business. “I liked it when the two companies hated each other,” he said. “It made it better for the fans. You know, if you like DC, then you hated Marvel. If you like Marvel, then you hated DC.”"What the fuck is DC anyway?” Mr. Quesada said, stoking the fires. “They’d be better off calling it AOL Comics. At least people know what AOL is. I mean, they have Batman and Superman, and they don’t know what to do with them. That’s like being a porn star with the biggest dick and you can’t get it up. What the fuck?” (Paul Levitz, DC’s president and publisher, declined to comment for this story through a spokesperson.)”

We’ll just have to wait and see how this pans out. I, myself, have been on both sides of the debate. Originally, I was a DC loyalist, but then I discovered X-Men and was wooed to the other side. I love my Batman, but I think I have to make mine Marvel!


Comic Run-Through: This Week’s Offerings

Let’s talk comics. A friend once commented I ought to have a a comics sections, seeing as how they’re so important to me. So, while I build that part of the site, this’ll have to do. Let’s review a couple of this week’s offerings:

Avengers #500: There’s nothing like a “milestone issue” to shake things up. A book lasts 500 issues, someone’s gotta die to commemorate it. This issue had 3 confirmed deaths, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Man, I LOVE Bendis!

Astonishing X-Men #3: When they told me Joss Whedon was gonna write X-Men, I thought, “Great, ‘Buffy’ with mutants!” I was being sarcastic when I said this, but I’ve learned that i really like Whedon’s writing style. You definitely see the Buffy in it, but who cares? Anyway, this issue had Beast vs. Wolverine. Never really seen that conflict before. Hope I never see it again.

Amazing Spider-Man #510: This book is the clusterfuck of the week. You mean to tell me Gwen Stacy was pregnant?!! All those years ago, she ran off to France to give birth to kids we’ve never heard of? I know that time has actually passed in the Spider World, but I never thought THAT much time had passed. Peter was about 15 when bitten, and I figured he was late twenties now. Well, Gwen’s kids are back, and they’re out to kill Peter Parker. They seem a lot older than the maximum age of 12 that they should be. Let’s see how this one pans out. GWEN HAD KIDS?!!!

X-Statix #25: The group & The Avengers form a truce. When the dust settles, the X-Statix team considers disbanding. No, this isn’t a big deal. They do this after EVERY major adventure. in fact, it’s to be expected every 5 or so issues of this book. But this time it’s for real, ’cause the book’s cancelled. Better enjoy those last 2 issues…

Excalibur #3: Marvel must really want me to hate Charles Xavier. They’ve gone back to this whole Mutant Martin Luther King persona for him that I’ve never really cared for. And Genosha’s always been a shitty locale. Who thought a book about mutants in Genosha would be entertaining?!! For the uninitiated, here’s an analogy for ya: the theme of this book is the equivalent of having Holocaust survivors go back to the camps, and run them themselves. It makes no sense. Nor does this book.

I leave you with this great & poignant quote from the Powers #1 letters page:

“i swear to fucking god, if wolverine becomes an avenger I am going to kill my family. How much shit am I supposed to take in my life??? Why is this happening to me??!!” -skeetboy


True Story: Swear To God – A Review

So, I’m slowly becoming what I fear most: a fanboy. I always wondered what would happen if I withdrew from society and found my sheer enjoyment in life in the pages of comics. I knew it would be a sad, hollow, existence, but I also knew that many people lived this life. Well, I think I’m joining that crowd.

No, it’s not that my life is THAT pathetic, but I do keep finding myself intrigued and inspired by things I’ve read in comic form lately. No, I’m not talking X-Men or Batman (Although I still love you, my Gotham Savior).

No, my comic of the moment is “True Story: Swear To God”, by Tom Beland. TS:STG is a cute, romantic tale of how Tom, a cartoonist from CA, met “The One” during a fluke trip to Walt Disney World. Unfortunately, Lily, the love of his life, was a journalist who lived in Puerto Rico, meaning their long-distance relationship would take place over 15,000 miles. Tom personally illustrated the entire story of their courtship, much of it on the plane ride home from their initial meeting, and it’s all presented here. You really get taken along for the rollercoaster ride, and you completely empathize with Tom.

It’s nerve-racking when you’re waiting for Lily to come to CA for Tom’s brother’s wedding. It’s endearing the way Tom reveals exactly what’s on his mind during their first magical night, fearing he may never see Lily again. It’s hilarious as Tom sticks out like a sore thumb in PR.

I realize it’s not a book for everyone, as I’m trying to get my mom into it, and she’s just not feeling it. I swear, though, this story made me cry. It’s not sad, nor happy, but it’s beautiful. It’s simply a beautiful tale.

I think it really affects me because I know it’s based on a true story. A true story with a happy ending. Yup, Tom and Lily are married & living in Puerto Rico now. Although I never saw the movie, I think I know how Jennine felt whenever she watched “Life Is Beautiful”; The whole thing about how love can persist even through the hardest circumstances. By no means does Tom go through anything as harrowing as the Holocaust, but that whole “love pervading despite obstacles” angle really seems to apply here. Anyway, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND this to anyone. You don’t even have to like comics, but it’s a cute & heartwarming tale. And I certainly don’t feel like such a curmudgeon anymore since reading it…


Brad Meltzer, Identity Crisis, Bad Ideas, and Jim Mahfood

Yesterday, I met novelist Brad Meltzer. Wonderful guy! You’ll never meet a nicer guy in comics. Did I say comics? Well, yeah. While Meltzer is currently on the New York Times Bestseller List for his work, such as “The Millionaires” and “The Zero Game”, he’s also been dabbling in comics for the past few years. His latest masterpiece is called “Identity Crisis”.

“Identity Crisis” follows a murder mystery in the DC Universe (Superman, Batman, but no Spidey or Wolverine). While the ID of the vicitm isn’t the focal point, the mystery IS. This storyline promises to shake up the world of comics for years to come. Now, they ALWAYS say this, and it’s RARELY true, but I really believe that it’ll be a great story, consequences or no.

So, I read the issue last night and was DYING to call James and tell him about it, but since he has a “No Spoiler” clause in our contract, I knew he’d jump through the phone and strangle me like I was a Cornell Republican or something. Anyway, I KNOW he’s gonna hate who the victim is. PLUS, LEX LUTHOR’S FRIGGIN BATTLESUIT WAS IN THE BOX!!! THE PURPLE AND GREEN ‘SUPER POWERS’ SUIT!! HE’S ALIVE….Sorry James, guess you can just call me “Joe Sabia”…

Speaking of comics, if anyone has a nice little neighborhood comic shop, I implore you to try to find a copy of Bad Ideas #1. It’s written by Jim Mahfood and a bunch of other guys, and basically they’re making fun of all the dumb ideas people submit to them when they’re at conventions. “Why don’t you guys write an anime story? Why don’t you write about a comic fan who meets a really hot girl and they both get powers?” These questions and others are answered here, in hilarious fashion. Also, the art’s by Mahfood, who has an awesome underground graffiti style going on. To see more of his work, check out http://www.40ozcomics.com


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