sinister monday #4

No stranger to fires (infernal or otherwise) this hound-dog's ears are still ringing with the dulcet jingling and jangling of last evening's arcade fire concerto at the chicago theater. Because chicago is surprisingly a short trip away from the nearest hellmouth (I'm talking to you, Gary, Indiana) and because I'm no one dimensional beast. I like my music (and my sports) as well as my funny-pages. But that's neither here nor there. You've dropped by because you like comics. I say bully for you. So enough about power chords and pop flies. On with the show.

Yesterday i paid a rather belated visit to the LCS. Belated because I usually drop in on thursday or friday but i suppose it wasn't all that late when you consider how often RHD and El CenTrale get their collective ass in gear. When i got there I found quite a stack waiting for me, with DC leading the way. Some JLA, some Countdown, some Fables and a Bat. Marvel's Mighty Avengers and Image's Madman's Atomic Comics! (their exclamation, not mine) rounded out the haul. Because of the aforementioned concert I've only managed to read the Batman. But oh what goodness remains:

a) JLA: smack dab in the Lightning Saga. joy. So what if this is the lesser of the two teams participating (take that, Clark, Bruce, and whateverthefuck Wonder Woman's real name is).

b) Mighty Avengers. I'll admit. I'm only in this for the T & A. Why else buy anything Cho does? You mean to say there is a story going on? But look over there at Lady Ultron all sexy and lethal (as every good woman should be). if only those convenient puffs of mist or fog that float about her unmentionable parts would just evaporate already.

c) Fables. Its fucking Fables.

and so forth.

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random insertion:
I've been re-watching the ole Buffy the Vampire Slayer series via the godsend that is netflix. I remember the first season (it came out when I was a senior in highschool) but everything thereafter i picked up in a scattered, incomplete way. For instance right now me and the Siren are toward the end of Season 2 and I'm bewildered by how much depth there was that i never had a clue of. Going to college was fun and all, but dammit all those books (and in my case, slide-rules) got in the way of my shows. Soon after i began matriculating i lost track of all of my favorites, the Simpsons, Buffy, and on and on. Now I'm catching up.

The Siren wasn't so slip-shod. She's also younger than me, and watced at least the first 2 seasons before hitting the U. So when time came for Angel to (spoiler alert? is this really a spoiler at this point?) go bad, she was already pouting. That event marks the beginning of the end for her Buffy trist, even though the show went on for years and years and got emmys and critical acclaim and feminist dissertations and things. And don't get her started about the whole Willow is a lesbian thing. Wait, what? Willow is a lesbian!? *sigh* Anyhow, I only bring all this up because I hear the new Buffy Season 8 comic series is fab. Won't find me reading it until I finish season 7 tho. And that might take years. okay, you got me, months. Alright, i get it. you know I have no life. I'll finish it next week.
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So back to the pretty pictures. I'm about at wit's end regarding Grant Morrison's Batman. I just don't like it. I loved Morrison's Invisibles (or the first 3 trade collections anyways) and I'm told I would like We3. I'm also told that his X-men run was mediocre. maybe the dude just needs his own characters to play with, or lesser known characters that the big 2 won't care that he fucks around with, like Animal Man. I am just not sold on Morrison's ability to 'play within the rules' which is an absolute neccessity when it comes to major icons of the super-hero variety. Morrison is just too pig-headed, too 'chaos magician-y', in short, too Grant Morrison. Now Batman #665 wasn't bad, but it just seems uninspired, like we're treading water or something. How about getting a newer(ish) writer for the Bat? Somebody with low expectations, who can make a name for themselves? Instead of giving it to a guy with a huge name who can only acheive a passing grade if not a solid D because his star is already so bright (it hurts my eyes, just supernova yourself, already).

look, I'm not asking DC to just hand the damn title off all willy-nilly (ha!) to the next rube with a Batman story. But c'mon man, we deserve better.

See y'all next week for a shit-ton of three-sentence howls and maybe a full length review. We'll see what El CenTrale does. 'Cause anything he can do i can do halfway.

Ciao!
LeftD