When I was an eleven year-old, Feral Pirate Bub Wolverine was awesome. Seventeen years later, he still is. Thanks to Aaron Diaz for the reminder.

Remember Crisis On Infinite Earth? Don’t bother. Didn’t happen. Infinite Crisis? Didn’t happen. Final Crisis? Thankfully  didn’t happen. So says Dan DiDio.

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Goodness me! With Northlanders  and DMZ  ending I’ve been going into fits about where I’ll get my fix of Wood. (Quiet you.) Apparently the good man is teaming up again with Becky Cloonan and that sends a shiver of squee down my leg.

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I’m excited for the Aaron/Silvestri Hulk reboot. I enjoy Silvestri’s artwork, and if you’ve read anything by Jason Aaron you know he can bring rage  and violence. The precise elements I want in a Hulk title.

Hit the jump for the preview.

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DC has announced that they’re partnering up to bring collected editions and their graphic novels exclusively to the new Kindle Fire Tablet Time.

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For the better part of a decade, the comics world has been keeping its eyes on Frank Miller’s Holy Terror.   Fans and pundits alike have relentlessly debated the project, needing not even a full page’s glimpse to form an opinion. Which, I suppose, was necessary, seeing as Miller played the hand so close to his chest that news was released only in infrequent snippets.

Occasional whispers of plot. Breathy sighs of editorial tumult. Stifled chuckles of creative insanity.

Lest we not forget that at one time Holy Terror was titled Holy Terror, Batman! The premise was simple: Batman and Catwoman are caught in the midst of a terrorist attack (ala 9/11) and then take it upon themselves to strike back against Al Qaeda. Depending on whose doing the `splaining, Miller’s intention was either to pay homage to classic WWII propaganda comics or simply to vent his anti-Muslim vitriol via the medium he’s helped redefine on multiple occasions.

Of course, DC Comics ain’t in the business of losing business, so Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle were never given the green light to hunt terrorists. Instead, Miller tells his story by employing The Fixer and the Cat Burglar, analogs probably just different enough to give some peace of mind to the legal department at Legendary Comics (publisher of Holy Terror). So again, it’s The Fixer and Cat Burglar that seek assistance of Dan Donegal (who’s totally  not Jim Gordon) to seek revenge.

You might think that Frank Miller prefers using The Fixer so that the Batman purists aren’t offended. But you’d be wrong – dead wrong. In fact, the man’s even said that he hopes this book pisses people off.

Well, yesterday finally saw the release of Holy Terror and I’ve had given it a couple of read-throughs. Now, it’s time to sift through ten years worth of questions posed by both advocates and detractors, to figure out how the story stacks up. Does it trivialize world-issues by painting them in black-and-white terms and solving them with superheroics? Is it artful? Has Frank Miller gone off the deep end? Is it entertaining? Does it fall short of the expectations? Is it worth purchasing?

The answer, to all of the above, is a resounding yes.

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Nothing like some serious unresolved sexual tension between two posturing alpha males to make your summer comic book movies, pop? Right? Right! Well, anyways. I’m really pumped  for the Avengers, and Entertainment Weekly is stoking that geek boner with a batch of new pictures and some details. Get some!

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Scott Lobdell sucks. His slutty Starfire fanboy wet dream  gallivanting  as “feminism” pissed off a lot of people last week. Like I said, Lobdell sucks. DC has tried to get his back, advising readers to “check the ratings.”

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I know we have some legitimate Chris Bachalo haters here on OL. While I’m not a huge fan of him, I enjoy these two covers. Much, much more than the covers for relaunching Uncanny.

Hit the jump.

Then give yo thoughts. Playahs.

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Every morning I take two pills so that I don’t die.

Most mornings, I whiz through the first twenty minutes of consciousness on zombie-autopilot, totally unaware of what I’m doing. I know there’s some sort of   routine at work, but I don’t actually think about it.

rub sleep out of eyes.stretch.take two pills so that I don’t die.pound yogurt.shower.brush teeth.dress myself.go to work.

By the time I’m cognizant of the surrounding world, my car is pulling into the parking lot. I get out of the driver’s seat, sigh, and then submit my soul for a work day’s worth of bondage.

But some mornings, because I’ve been interrupted in the middle of a REM cycle or an act of Providence has flown my way or the Omnidimensional Creator owes me a favor, I’m aware from the moment I awake. I take the time to think about what I’m doing, and the early-morning September mists amplify every emotion. Vanilla yogurt isn’t just sustenance, it’s an Earth-shattering flavor-quake. Brushing my teeth isn’t just a part of daily hygiene, it’s a rhythmic exercise. Taking two prescription pills isn’t just a health-choice, it’s a terrifying realization.

Every morning I take two pills so I don’t die. And when I think about it, I’m so fucking thankful to still be alive. My heart’s still pumping and my mouth’s still running, and I don’t want to waste this gift. So let’s take killer rips of black coffee, headbang to metal, and high-five one another as much as possible.

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Step right up, folks! This ‘ere is the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE, OL’s weekly feature in which I show you what I’ll be doing to survive until the weekend. After I run you through my entertainment gamut, you’re to hit up the comments section and show off your own articles of awesome.

It’s digital show-and-tell at its most abject.

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