#Comic Books
The ‘Nook’ Tablet To Launch With Marvel Graphic Novels.
The Nook tablet is coming, ready to wrassle with the iPad and the Kindle Fire. Seeing as the Fire has got itself a sexy little deal with DC, it shouldn’t be surprising that the Nook will be sporting a Marvelous alliance at launch.
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Han Zimmer Wants Your Voice For ‘The Dark Knight Rises’, Game On Zim.
Do you want to get your own lovely, dulcet pipes into The Dark Knight Rises? Here’s your chance boys and girls. Here is your chance.
Nick Spencer and Becky Cloonan’s ‘Victor Von Doom’ Miniseries Canceled Before Its Published. So Lame.
Nick Spencer and Becky Cloonan were teaming up for what Cloonan was affectionately calling a “Teen Doom” miniseries. I was stoked. Cloonan’s artwork sizzles, and Spencer is quickly climbing the ranks with both his own titles (Infinite Vacation, ILU) and work at Marvel. Now it’s getting canceled. Before it was even released.
DC Comics Beats Marvel Comics In October Nearly 50% to 30%.
I don’t spit as harsh an invective towards the DC New 52 lately, regardless of what I think of the quality of the tale that pushed the reboot or the titles themselves. Why the change? ‘Cause it’s bolstering the entire market, and good lord if that’s true who am I to complain. At the very least, it’s giving DC a fucking Atomic Leg Drop to blast Marvel with.
All Marvel Comics Going Same Day Digital By March 2012. Comic Shops Sigh.
Marvel’s finally catching up with…like everyone? and going same day digital. By March of 2012. Take your time, guys.
Bucky Lives! Brubaker Brings Back ‘Winter Soldier’. Awesome.
I didn’t care much for Fear Itself, but what depressed me the most was the killing of Bucky at the ends of Red Lady Crotchfire or whatever. Brubaker’s take on the Only Guy Who (Doesn’t) Stay Dead was fantastic, and I felt his death was just Event-fueled crap. Well, Bucky lives. Again.
Simon Kinberg Writing ‘X-Men: First Class’ Sequel? Charles/Erik Sexual Get!
First Class was a Cold War-powered Freudian mutant wet dream. I want a sequel. It looks like I’m getting one.
‘Iron Man 3’ Director Confirms Paltrow, Cheadle and Favreau. Party Time?
Shane Black, director of Iron Man 3, recently dropped some info-bombs regarding the third flick in the trilogy of techno-fetish bells-and-whistles nonsense.
Brandon Graham Will Debut ‘The Speaker’ In Dark Horse Presents #7. Dude Rules.
Brandon Graham’s debuting The Speaker in ‘Dark Horse Presents #7’, and the world is a better place for it.
OCTOBERFEAST – Skrulls!
[OCTOBERFEAST is the greatest celebration of the year, a revelry dedicated to pop-culture’s most nutritious Halloween detritus. Plastic screams and artificial sweeteners have never been more bountiful. In the old country, villagers refer to the extended party as Satan’s Snacktime]
Seeing the blood-red Hallow’s Eve moon begin to wink over the horizon, the OCTOBERFEAST revelers have begun assembling their costumes. The celebrants are still pumpkin-drunk and half-deaf from the cacophony of firecrackers and guitar solos, and they stumble and shout their way through the campgrounds in search of appropriate attire. They all eventually wind up at Rusty Ray’s tent, as he’s opened up the treasure trove of clothes and jewelry he claims his great-great-grandfather stole from the Globe Theatre in 1642.
He’s not lying.
Sammy, a wide-eyed seventeen year old with tremendous acne, excitedly excavates a demon mask. He holds it in front of his face and exclaims, “Come Halloween, ain’t no fools gon’ call me crater-face! Innfakk, I’ma pinch me some titty!”
He’s not lying, either.
By shrouding ourselves in layers of feigned-flesh, we are finally able to live out those furtive fancies that our feeble human frames cannot bear on their own. In those disguised moments, we are not tired or short or cross-eyed or dying of lupus. Instead, we are mutated into manifestations of ideas, archetypal concepts that’re time-tested and universally-recognized.
Ghosts. Witches. Hobos. Pirates. Vampires. Slutty nurses.
When these new personas are adopted, agency reaches an ejaculatory peak, as we are finally providing our own definitions of self. We become beings both defiant of corporeal circumstances and confident in our own prowess. We are free to do as we please, whether that means dancing to the Monster Mash, trick-or-treating around the neighborhood, or attending an orgy.
Disguised, we are not ourselves. And surely you can see that this opens up a world of possibility. But to be fair, this gift of liberation-via-secret identity also comes packaged with a caveat.
What if we’re not the ones wearing the masks? What happens when we find out that friends and loved ones aren’t who they say they are? What if those most adept at obscuring their identities actually want to see us brutally murdered?
What if they want to see the entire planet brutally murdered?
Such is the case with one of the Earth’s most terrifying foes: Skrulls.
