What do you get when you take muscle-bound freakshow ultra-violence and mix it with the glorious toys of our childhood, and stop-motion bliss?  Bricks of War.

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While I’m writing this — assuredly not while you’re reading this — I’m sitting in a desolate café room on campus cranking out this column. Thinking of tomorrow, of comic books, of narrative-image fusion. Momentary escape. Fuck I love the funny books. I love sitting here, a momentary reprieve in a ten-hour day writing about them.

This is Variant Covers.

I’m Caffeine Powered.

These are the books I’m interested in this week.

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OCTOBER 18th, Fire

“Fire has always been and, seemingly will always remain the most terrible of the elements.”
-Harry Houdini

Fire is no joke. As a small child I was enamored by two things. Small fires, and large fires. I used to sit in my basement and light monopoly money ablaze to get my jollied. That ended when I burnt a hole in the carpet. In my 11 year old brilliance I moved the couch, cut a piece of carpet out and placed it over the charred remains. It took my parent a whole 3 hours to start asking questions. I no longer start fires, but damn I love to watch them.

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There’s more news regarding the Remender/Hardman run on Secret Avengers. Not only that, but we got ourselves a tasty look at the line-up, as well. I’m getting excited for this comic, especially since Remender can bring the dark, brooding, and comedic touch to team awesomeness.

Hit the jump for the promo and some info.

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Drive is about a dude taking shit into his own hands. I can’t blame anyone for getting inspired by it. Especially if it inspires someone to jack off to a continuously refreshing Tumblr feed of Ryan Gosling. One good sir was so inspired he gunned a hot dog at lecher and douchebag gazillionaire Tiger Woods.

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Brian Wood dropped some details on his Wolverine mini-series over the weekend at the X-Men: Super Sega Genesis  panel at NYCC. It’s going to be a mini-series of fiery hotness and dope-osity.

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Transformers 3 wasn’t just an abortion. It riffed off of every lazy view of the world that bovine America sees. Sexist, racist, lazy. So fuck no, I’m not excited for Transformers 4 and 5. Wait, it may star Jason Statham? Conflicting…feelings.

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I never played the Sega Master System. It’s one of the few consoles my childhood spoiled ass never touched. Now is my chance! I can taste it. For $5,000, I can own the whole fucking schbang.

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Babies and gents, please don’t forget this one fact. Hell, if you forget this, you’re really up the creek, `cause humanity’s been leaning on it since we done sloughed ourselves out of the primordial muck. Without this truism – no matter how you want to take it and run with it – we’re bound to fall face-first into the sludge of post-history and asphyxiate on the our own shortsightedness.

HOPE IS ABOVE THE HORIZON.

God? Space travel? Giant griffins that’ll swoop down, snatch us up with their pillowed talons, and nurture us in their super-nests? Could be. All I know is that we’re not going to actualize the potential of the collective unconscious by grinding ourselves down at jobs we hate.

So on that note, welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE! This is the spot where I show off the various wares I’ll be using to safeguard my mind from ennui and work-related dementia. After you take a peek, hit up the comments section and share your own recipe for the Entertainment Cocktail de huit jours.

Faux-French? Goddamn, let’s just get to this.

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