September 14th, 2026 "My little cousin'll murder me if something happens to this" claimed the(n) fat little poser writing this about an issue of the New Teen Titans comic clearly his, scapegoating a now deceased (RIP, K.J.!) then-6 relation. Back in 1982 for a middle-scholar not trying to look any more tragic than a 12 year-old whose dad ate a gun for Easter supper, being over 8 and still doing superheroes was maybe worse. "You're afraid of your little cousin?" that awfu

Chapter One: Butchering Barbara Gordon September 6th, 2026 Three days ago somebody in this prison I don't feel alone beside - rare like tartar in these wilds - hit the hole for an undetermined stay. Suddenly, as I prepped Southern-style beans and rice, hash brown casserole he gave over the goods for, dark-horse creamed spinach (one veteran convict with some rah-shah-shah culinary background slung a "****" on it) where I drained 2 cans of Popeye-weeds, stirred 3/4 can of

August 23rd, 2026 Months back here I praised Mark Waid's timeless writing on "Kingdom Come" before garroting it on "Champions" then especially "Captain America: Home Of the Brave", his socially irresponsible propaganda pamphlet. Alex Ross's detailed Norman Rockwell Ubermenschen-dystopian-blitzkrieg clusterfuck (I hope y'all know compliments when you read 'em) overshadowed a clearheaded and ingenious taut political thriller with roots set in 1938 wrapping sometime that sm

August 6th, 2025 Wonder Woman can be difficult to love because like a lot of amazing things she's gotta be shared with people. Feminists and sex-starved wolves wrestle to control Princess Diana da First. Wild enough her builders were both. Billy Marston was our early century "Dr. Fill". Totally a vintage pop-psychologist, S+M horn-dog, polygraph innovator, plus creator of child's material aimed at little girls. Cramming bondage into as much panel-age as he and artist H.G