Showing posts with label Andrew Constant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrew Constant. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea: The Newsletter #6 (Third Week of January 2018)

 

E!TACT! #6
Doomsday Clock #2, The Demon: Hell is Earth #2, Detective Comics #971, Suicide Squad #32, Justice League of America #21, Action Comics #994, and Letters to Me! 
By Grunion Guy



Doomsday's Cock #2
By Johns, Frank, and Anderson


The top of Lex's head has the skin of a David Finchian female superhero.

In the world where this comic book actually did turn out to be the comic book I thought it was going to be (you know, Doomsday's Cock), this cover would be Doomsday ramming his huge member so far down Luthor's throat you'd see the outline of the head of Doomsday's cock through Lex's belly. Instead we get Lex steepling his hands while he contemplates The Button and Ozymandias jerks off with his right hand.

Last issue, the world learned that it had three hours left to kiss its ass goodbye because the nuclear missiles were in the air. If you're reading this from Hawaii, you now know that feeling. On the plus side, according to Fight Club, everybody in Hawaii will pursue their best life now that they know it all can end at any second. Not that we don't all know that already. It's just that we spend all of our time trying to distract ourselves from that knowledge. What else is popular entertainment for other than to keep our minds occupied so that they don't dwell on that which they can't help but dwell on when your phone screams an emergency alert and says, "Dude. You're about to fucking die. Deal with it."

At one point in some universe that might be The New 52 because this story is all about washing Johns' and DiDio's and Lee's hands of that mess, Bruce Wayne undergoes a psychological evaluation for Wayne Industries.


This is obviously a circle jerk.

Ozymandias, The New and Improved Rorschach, The Marionette, Mime, and Nite Owl's ship (which I'm assuming is just called The Owl?) have followed Dr. Manhattan to The New 52. I suppose I should call it Rebirth since they're the same universe. Rebirth is just The New 52 with a guarantee to the butthurt fans that Tim Drake will get to continue to fuck Stephanie Cluemasterberg while white Wally West watches. I can't help thinking of it as The New 52 though because that's the universe that needs to be fixed. Rebirth didn't really change The New 52 in any real way. It just said to the audience, "Look. We know we fucked up. So from here on out, characters will begin to acknowledge the past we were pretending they didn't have. And we'd like you all to just accept it because eventually you'll just forget that we ever said none of that shit ever happened. As we do this, we'll think up a story to make sense of all this bullshit since you're all fucking continuity and canon addicts without a shred of whimsy or joie de vivre."

If anybody was still wondering who were the two smartest people ahead of Mister Terrific because they're fucking idiots, this issue reveals that #1 is Lex Luthor and #2 is Bruce Wayne. What about the new Power Girl? She seemed pretty smart. And Tim Drake? Isn't he supposed to be the geniusiest genius ever? I know I'm forgetting about five dozen other heroes since every single fucking teen hero seems to be portrayed as some kind of genius. I think the only heroes that are canonically not the brightest bulbs are Booster Gold, Blue Beetle (the new, young one!), Hal Jordan, and Guy Gardner. Although now that I think about it, most Earth Green Lanterns aren't ever portrayed as being overly intelligent. John Stewart was probably the smartest Earth Green Lantern right up until somebody decided he should be known more for his military service than his brains.

Ozymandias speaks with Lex Luthor and Johns spends almost no time trying to make himself look way smarter than Alan Moore.


First off, Ozymandias never said he was surprised. Second, the alien threat wasn't meant to keep everybody united. It was meant to end the conflict ramping up to nuclear Armageddon. It was the first step toward creating a new Utopia. It gave pause to the world's aggression which Ozymandias would take advantage of to begin the next phase of the plan to keeping world peace. He even says as much. But I guess it's always easier to simplify and misrepresent your opponent's argument so that you can tear it down all the easier. Third, I just felt like I needed three statements.

I have a friend (not Soy Rakelson!) who does this thing where he acts confused at somebody else's point to try to make it seem like the other person's point was stupid or unclear. I've always felt that gambit made him seem like the dumb one. I remember a time when somebody might misunderstand an argument but the person making the argument could clarify what they meant and the person who misunderstood would say, "Oh! Okay, I get it now. Never mind that other mean shit I just said about your mother and how many penises she can fit in her body at once." Now it seems that people purposefully misunderstand every statement made by everybody they simply don't agree with so that they can scream at them and call them gross monsters or lib-turds (which, I think, is the conservative political correct version of lib-tard (wait. Do conservatives have political correct versions of things?!)). Now, even if you clarify your point, the people on the other side of the argument simply assume you're making excuses for the thing they decided you said but didn't. They never stop believing you meant the thing they pretended to believe you didn't say.

After reading what I just wrote, you're probably thinking, "Your mother can put ten penises in her at once?" I know I don't write clearly so I don't mind when people misunderstand something I said. There's a section of the left-leaning populace that are so earnest that they can't help but get angry at me. I don't think anything is sacred and that can cause problems with people who think practically everything is sacred. Facetiousness must be the opposite of earnestness, right?

The issue ends with Batman and Rorschach not immediately getting in a fist fight even though Rorschach has invaded the Batcave. That part is actually more surprising than the return of The Comedian as he saunters into Lex Luthor's office, putting a bullet meant for Ozymandias's head into Luthor's ribcage.

Rating: Once again, not one whiff of Doomsday's Cock. Terrible.


The Demon: Hell is Earth #2
By Constant, Walker, Hennessy, and Sotomayor (Was this comic book written by alcohol?)

Here is a list of the poor choices made in this comic book:

1. Jason Blood gets to be an incorporeal sidekick to Etrigan when Etrigan is let loose. I like when he wound up in Hell. It was better when they couldn't speak to each other. But I guess this is a product of modern comic books. It's more psychologically interesting to have the two halves interact. Etrigan and Jason Blood are sort of like Scully and Mulder. Except in Etrigan and Blood's case, I actually do want to see them fuck.
2. Jason Blood can't stop mentioning how Etrigan is much bigger than he's been in the past. My theory is the artist figured Etrigan was bigger and the editor didn't want to make him redraw the comic book so he forced the writer and/or letterer to insert mentions of the disparity to quiet the inevitable Internet Actually Nerds.
3. Etrigan only rhymes occasionally and his rhymes generally rely on mentioning that he's rhyming or reciting poetry. I don't mind when Etrigan spouts off a terrible rhyme or two when the writer is forced to make all of his dialogue into rhymes. But when the writer gets to choose to make Etrigan rhyme when he wants to? Make those fucking rhymes magical, asshole. Nobody's forcing you to do it.
4. Madame Xanadu wasn't killed off.
5. Jason Blood threatens to say cute and adorable things to Etrigan if Etrigan doesn't follow Blood's lead. And Etrigan chooses to be cowed by this tactic! At least for nineteen pages which makes me suspect that Constant's outline for this series has about six steps and those are all just the final page of each issue. Everything else is blathering filler.
6. The story, so far, isn't really going anywhere. A portal to Hell opened in Death Valley and shit is going down. That shouldn't take two issues to explain. After two issues, I should have a much firmer grasp on why this is happening. I'm so tired of comic books thinking the way to hold the attention of the reader is to withhold most of the story. You know what makes readers more interested in pursuing a story than making them wonder what the fucking story is? Giving them great bits of the plot the entire way through the story. As a six part comic book, this should have six chapters that build up to the final confrontation. Instead, it seems like we're going to have five chapters that hint at something happening. I guess the mystery is supposed to get me on the edge of my seat instead of making me yawn and consider surfing the Internet for pornography. Intelligent, non-creepy pornography where the two (or more!) actors spend at least ten minutes engaging in a way that ensures everything is consensual and everybody is having a pleasant time no matter how much blood and viscera wind up on the sheets afterward.

Now here is a list of the things the comic book does right:

1. Etrigan puts the "demon" back in "demonstration."
2. Etrigan burns a little girl to death with his Hellfire breath. That was a rhyme. Also, I'm sure the little girl won't actually be dead next issue. The barn owl will probably save her life somehow.

Rating: Well, you know, it's an Etrigan comic book. Something there is inside me that insists on my purchasing it, no matter how terrible it might be. I'm a fucking Etrigan Fangender and I hate myself for it. He's almost as great a character as Lobo!


Detective Comics #971
By Tynion IV, Mendonça, Egea, and Wright

Why does DC continue to let James Tynion IV write a major Batman comic book when he seemingly hates the entire concept of the character? It's entirely possible that I'm wrong (although I only say that to make it seem like I'm less arrogant than I really am) and this First Victim stuff will all wind up being an examination of how the people "Tumblr critical" of Batman have completely missed the point of him. Is Batman a rich white male that punches mentally ill people in the face? Yes, of course he is! But those mentally ill people are generally in the process of trying to harm the citizens of Gotham and/or make real estate values fall through the floor (which is sometimes good, depending on whether those properties are owned by Wayne Real Estate and Skylight Repair). It's not as if Bruce Wayne runs the Arkham Asylum and he is responsible for how the patients are ultimately treated there. Is it really his responsibility to make sure the place is engaged in rehabilitation rather than torture? Is he supposed to not spend his money on crazy crime fighting technology and instead bore himself silly using that money to help fix society's problems rather than the symptoms?! That's not fair to expect him to do things the way his critics want him to do them.

I suppose an argument for Tynion IV not espousing the First Victim's actual philosophy is that the First Victim has already killed a bunch of cops in his anti-Batman protests. He's not the hero of the book either. And neither is Anarky or Tim Drake. But you can see the field of characters narrowing down to the person Tynion IV seems to be most focused on. You have the conflict between Batman and the First Victim being the outer edges of the funnel. They're sort of the two sets of grandparents in the family tree (Batwoman probably acting as Batman's counterpart (while her father and his military attitudes are of the generation above that (I guess Jacob would be the Boomer, Batman/Batwoman would be Gen Xers, and Tim Drake/Anarky, the Millennials))). The parents would be Tim Drake on one side and Anarky on the other. This allows the spotlight to fall on Spoiler, the main character of this comic book. She represents the clear-minded next wave Millennial feminist who's going to call out everybody else's gross and problematic behavior.


Gosh! Is she talking about The First Victim or Batman?!

Batman stories have a history of pitting Batman against somebody who is a warped mirror of himself. This story isn't any different. The First Victim is an apt sobriquet for Batman himself (as Spoiler makes clear in the above panel in which she's not really being clear (or subtle!) about who she means at all!). In their motives, each of them wants to make Gotham safe from random acts of violence perpetrated on innocent civilians. They simply disagree on how that can be accomplished.

Moving down the family tree, Anarky and Tim become the next set of warped mirrors. Tim is all about safety through control and Anarky is all about unsafety through uncontrol. Or something. You probably understand what I'm trying to say! And if not, just trust me! They're mirror images of each other! It's why Spoiler is all, "Do I want to fuck the one guy who needs to control everything or the other guy who needs to control everything? The choice is so hard!"

And finally there's Spoiler who sees everybody's errors, points them out, and then feels pretty fucking good about herself for coming up with so many hot takes. Now that's a hero for the 21st Century!


Mayor Akins must be a Judas Priest fan. It's "another think," asshole.

Ranking: I wrote most of this after having only gotten to the "another thing" panel so I have to say that my spirits were uplifted a bit when Batman goes in to face the problem himself because the Mayor and Jim ask him to. And he deals with it the way he's always capable of dealing right until Clayface emerges as a maniac once again. But this time, he's been trained in combat by Batman! Also he's well practiced on his Shakespeare, thanks to Cass who will probably need to save the day. Because the kids are the important aspect of this comic book. Batman can't win out alone! That would be sending the wrong message about older generations and the Patriarchy!


Suicide Squad #32
By Williams, Eaton, Faucher, and Lucas

I know I mentioned I was going to stop reading this but, deep down, I'm a typical comic book fan. I want to love the Suicide Squad because I loved it so much at one point in my life which means I'll put up with the shit they continue to serve me. They aren't even trying to fool me anymore about how shitty this comic book is. You'd think they'd at least serve me the shit underneath a beautiful antique silver serving tray delivered by a posh butler whose pants are so tight I can see what's for dessert. I keep hoping that one day I'll arrive at the comic book store and my reserve box won't be emanating a monstrous wave of stink lines. One day, I'll arrive and I'll think, "What's that?! Is that the smell of lavender body lotion indicating a freshly scrubbed and thoroughly cleaned out butthole? I'm so intrigued!" Then I'll discover that DC has finally put a new writer on this comic book, one that respects the characters and has a vision for what the Suicide Squad can be. That's the opposite of Williams who treats every character like a fucking joke and can't be bothered to exam any themes other than "What would life be like if you had a brain bomb in your head that wasn't actually a bomb but an electric field generator while a power hungry mad-woman was in control of the bomb's dimmer switch? And also what if you were a crazy person who wasn't really crazy or a dull-witted monster or an Australian who is constantly shitting himself or whatever other boring characters make up the current roster of this terrible comic book?" Was that a theme or was that just me rambling? I might also be confusing this book with Titus Andronicus.

Spoiler Alert: I've never read Titus Andronicus so I probably wasn't confusing it with that at all. Is that really a spoiler or was that just an edifying comment? Maybe it was a twist ending!

Since I enjoyed making that list for The Demon: Hell is Earth #2, I'm going to give the Suicide Squad (which, for the sake of consistency, I probably should have put in italics. I mean, it would have taken less time than this parenthetical reference, at least) its own list of terrible moments from this issue.

1. Killer Croc is a nearly illiterate, barely intelligible cannibal. Remember when Batwoman tried to make him dignified and interesting? Then remember when DC was all, "No, no. He's gross. Make him stupid." Even fucking Scott Lobdell treated Killer Croc better than this and Scott Lobdell can't even be trusted to fill out a Mad Libs correctly. "Adverb? Is that a verb from a Pepsi commercial?" That was my impression of Scott Lobdell doing Mad Libs! Most of you probably understood that but I know Doom Bunny might read this, so I definitely needed to explain it.
2. A "Phantom Zone Wave" is subsuming everything it comes into contact with. If it continues, it will trap the entire universe in the Phantom Zone. But it apparently can't move past the walls of the vault it began in. I'm not sure why this bothers me since this is a comic book. How am I to understand the physical attributes of a wave of Phantom Zone energy?! I'm still boggled by the simple phrase "Phantom Zone Wave."
3. Karin Grace is flying the Red Wave Beast (what is Williams' obsession with waves?) into the heart of the sun. Nobody is concerned with how long this will take because remember that thing I said in the last point about this being a comic book?
4. By being this terrible, this comic book makes me hyper-aware of how foolish I look being critical of a stupid fucking superhero story in which maybe 10% of anything ever written is realistic anyway. Nightwing once drove a motorcycle up the outside of a skyscraper and I was all, "I could probably do that."


5. I hate how after reading this panel, I instantly turned into an Actually Nerd and yelled at the comic book, "No! You're accelerating too fast, jerko!"

6. Even if I believed Karin Grace's ship was capable of reaching the sun in a matter of mere moments, I now also have to believe that the tiny shuttle containing the Suicide Squad could travel there even faster so that they can save Karin before her ship hurtles into the sun. This comic book has me Actuallying so fast my head is doing the Macarena.
7. The Suicide Squad battle the Red Wave Monster in space just a few miles (or yards? Who knows how close they are! Does it matter at this point?) from the sun. This is the kind of job even the Justice League would have trouble with. But I'm supposed to believe a few boomerangs, a samurai sword, an oversized mallet, and Killer Croc with his physical powers completely useless because he's in a space suit are going to battle this thing? This is another one of Rob Williams' problems. He doesn't give a shit about the scale of the story. The Suicide Squad has only two actual super powered people on the team: Enchantress and El Diablo. You don't send these idiots into space simply because they work for you and they're expendable. Is Waller just sitting back thinking, "Okay, the world needs to be saved. And I have this roster that doesn't make any sense at my beck and call. So I'll send them even though they're completely unfit to do the job because who cares if they die, right? Except that if they die, they fail the mission and the world ends. I should probably put a better, more space-capable team together. But that would mean doing more work and I'm a fat, lazy bastard! Good bye, world!"
8. In the end, Katana kills the Red Wave Monster with her samurai sword. Couldn't that have been done back on the moon? Did everybody have to nearly burn to death but not burn to death at all because, I mean, come on! The sun isn't that hot, right? Total fake news.
9. Nobody dies. Not one person. Ever. But as long as the writers and editors keep reminding everybody that Task Force X is nicknamed the Suicide Squad for a reason, we'll all continue to believe that, one of these days, one of these stories might have some kind of consequences.

Ranting: This book should be called Fake Suicide Attempt For Attention Squad.


Justice League of America #21
By Orlando and Byrne

This issue isn't worth discussing because Lobo only appeared on the final page. Although that one page might be worth mentioning.


My Gaydar is going fucking mental!


Action Comics #994
By Jurgens, Thibert, Scott, and Hi-Fi

Dan Jurgens isn't smart enough to be writing time travel stories. This is disappointing because he created Booster Gold, a time traveler, and insists on using him in a high percentage of his writing gigs. I was going to say "75% of his writing gigs" but I didn't do the research and didn't want to be called out on my statistics. Sometimes my love for truth and science butt up against my love of hyperbole and facetiousness.

And yes, my only qualification for high intelligence is being able to write an entertaining time travel story.

Booster Gold is concerned that Superman has changed time by traveling back in time (and space!) to just before Krypton blows up. Booster Gold's evidence is that everything on Krypton is completely different when Superman arrives. But how did Superman's arrival at a point in Krypton's past change that point's past of Krypton? Maybe I just don't understand how temporal anomalies work being as how they aren't real things.

Oh, apparently it all has to do with time cracking like a mirror when Doctor Manhattan took Jor-el from Krypton. Which means it isn't Superman's fault at all. So Booster Gold changes his theory and says Superman is making a concrete bridge between hard time and soft time.

Maybe Dan Jurgens is even dumber than I suspected.

It all leads to naught but Superman having a broken heart for a timeline that never existed and should never have existed but Booster shows it all to him anyway. What a dick. They wind up in the 25th Century where the story will continue to be as dumb as ever.

Rating: I'm really only reading this so I can get Issue #1000 in my reserve box at my comic book store.


Letters to Me!
Hi, I was wondering if Dwarf Lover would be getting an update soon or just be able to continue at all? Although I don't really have experience with Warhammer I find the comic to be really funny and I love the humor and references. It'd be a shame for me if it would stop especially since I was really looking forward to read chapter three. Hope you get to see this email and send a reply.

Regards,
Lol No


Oh, it'd be a "shame for you"? Why are you so narcissistic, Lol No? You'd ask me to dedicate hours and hours and hours and hours (many hours! The most hours!) of my time so that you can experience a brief bit of pleasure in this gigantic dirty butthole of an existence?! Although, now that you mention it, I do miss doing the comic. And shouldn't I simply care about the pride it gives me to write something that gives so much pleasure to so little people? I mean, the amount of people who appreciate it is so small! You know how some comedy is broad but so stupid that you sometimes wonder why you laughed so hard at it throughout your twenties? My humor is the opposite of that. Nobody laughs at it in their twenties. My target audience is three junior high school girls from Missouri (who are now in college! Can you believe that?! I'm so proud of them!), a smattering of British folks, and the guy who wrote the next letter who lives in Shithole, Ohio. Whoops! Sorry, I meant Cleveland. Did I have to clarify? Ha ha! Just kidding! I kid, Cleveland!

Although, let's get serious for a moment. How interesting can your city be if your football team is named the Browns? It makes picking teams for the football pool on Sunday impossible because how do you know if a "Brown" can defeat a Dolphin? I mean, I'm fairly certain a "Brown" can't beat a Jaguar or a Texan. But can they beat a 49er or a Seahawk?

Anyway, this is all it takes to move a mountain, people. Every time one person mentions how they miss Dwarf Lover, it revs up the "writing Dwarf Lover in my head" machine and I begin to obsess over putting out the next part of the story. And there is an arc to the next Chapter. It's not just a bunch of dumb scenes slapped together based on encounters in a thirty-five year old Dungeons and Dragons module! I mean, it's mostly that. But more too!

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KB writes: Found it in me spam folder again!

Me: I really can't argue with your spam filter.

KB: Thanks for the kind words. For what it's worth, I'm convinced that you're like twice as smart as me, at a minimum. Besides the fact that you read actual books and use vocabulary that I have to look up, you also regularly make comic book insights that I don't even properly understand until days later. Hell, there are times I read something you wrote, and weeks later I think I came up with the idea and I'm proud of myself for being so smart.

Me: I almost edited this out and replaced it with a drawing of us blowing each other.

KB: Between the two of us we could keep DC Comics on the straight and narrow, if they gave us a chance.

Me: Well, maybe you could. I feel I might steer DC into a weird territory with a niche audience. I'm not sure there are that many fans who want to read about Superman's butthole fetish or Catwoman's daily grooming routine. No wait. I'm sure the majority of DC's readership want to know about the Catwoman thing. And Superman would really be into that one part of her routine! Spoiler: it's the part where she licks her butthole!

KB: Was thinking about that Talia / Selina sword fight you mentioned. Another dimension to it, perhaps: Talia doesn't give things up voluntarily, she can only be defeated. The sword play was the opportunity to get information from Selina, but it was also the excuse by which Talia could say, "you win". Had Selina not been able to plead her case persuasively, Talia would have whupped her and told her to take a hike. But since Talia was satisfied with Selina, she gave in.

Me: That's probably what I meant to say.

KB: Hoping your Christmas was good! Things were calm here, I liked it. The skill I'm working on mastering this year: picking locks! I am starting to realize that padlocks are a scam, since even a piker like me can pick many of them with just a little practice.

Me: Oh. I see what you're doing. You're gathering all the skills you're going to need to be a late stage super villain. Although I think your choice of bow and arrow might have been a short-sighted decision. By the time you're ready to break into bank vaults, the police will be better armed than the American military. Maybe you should learn to be invisible next year.

KB: Also, I've been losing weight, pretty simply and without messing up my lifestyle too much. You ain't no fatty but if you know any, I got tips I would be happy to share.

Me: I currently need to lose the thirty pounds I put on grief eating when Judas died. I hope your tips are "lots of cocaine and masturbation" because I could probably follow those. Well, maybe not the cocaine part. Can I substitute chocolate instead?

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Those are all the letters! I'll have to dig up some old letters soon if I don't get any by next week! I've got some pretty good ones but I don't know if they'd make sense in the context of this Newsletter. The Dwarf Lover one doesn't really make sense but I got it last week and I shrugged and thought, "Why not?" That, by the way, is my life philosophy. I shrug a lot and say "Why not?" or "I can't be bothered." Then I sit around wondering why humans live so long.

Wednesday, August 27, 2025

Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea: The Newsletter #1 (Second Week of December, 2017)

[I'll be reprinting the newsletter I sent out for 60 weeks over 2018. I think it went a bit longer than that but I'll be stopping at Issue #60 for reasons that will be apparent when we get there. Being the carefree lover of anarchy and staunch destroyer of the status quo that I am, I did not date them. They were weekly and I know I began in December 2017, so I'll just approximate the dates. I'm pretty sure they were never late!]

E!TACT! #1
The Demon, Deadman, Black Lightning, and Other Assorted Bullshit
By Grunion Guy

The Demon: Hell is Earth #1 by Constant, Walker, Hennessy, and Sotomayor
This week, I read that comic I just mentioned above. It was better than I expected it to be and not as good as it probably should have been. I should make a note of that comment because it describes most of my comic book reading experience since I became an adult (probably at about thirty six? (that's hyperbole. I need to point that out because I need you to understand that it was more like seventeen, give or take twenty years)). Before that time, comic books were magical in a way that things were magical before I finally had sex and it turned out to be no better than anything else in life. I mean, sure, it's pretty fun and the ending is terrific (if you count the ending as the moment you yourself orgasm. If you count the ending as any time after that, things can get pretty miserable and awkward) but the pleasure is terribly fleeting (just like life! So it's a reminder of dying which is why I understand people who commit suicide because I can't stop jerking off). In the face of an eternity of non-existence, it's tough to justify any action at all that's meant to pass the time in a pleasurable fashion. I mean, if I'm working on anything other than a magic potion that will give me immortality, is what I'm doing worth anything at all? Even Shakespeare would probably trade every single line he wrote for actual immortality instead of the stupid literary kind where you're not really alive to experience it.

So The Demon was good enough for fans of The Demon which is also to say it wasn't good enough for fans of The Demon. You know what I mean? You probably know what I mean. I want so much more but I'll take the fucking scraps if that's all that's being served. But there's one moment in particular that I'd like to discuss: Madame Xanadu's encounter with the patriarchy.


If you've been a loyal cult follower of my work (and why haven't you been if you haven't been? What's wrong with you?), you might remember when I began calling Madame Xanadu a "barn owl." If you don't remember, let me remind you.

I don't like Madame Xanadu because it's fun not to like her. Since this is a secret Newsletter, I feel like I can reveal some of my writing secrets after all these years! One of those secrets is that I don't really feel any of the passionate feelings I'm pretending to feel as I write about comic books (although when I say something touched me and made me cry, I mean it (I mean, not really because, what? You think I cry? Pshaw!)). If some thing or idea makes me laugh, I stick with it and drive it so far into the ground that it becomes a metaphor or analogy that I don't feel like thinking up. That's what happened with Madame Xanadu. I realized that her main power was to see threats from the future and recruit people to stop those threats. But once the people stopped the so-called threat, the threat never came about. So was it actually real or was Madame Xanadu just manipulating people to do her bidding? The only way to know for sure is to ignore her once and then see if disaster befalls the world. But nobody has the guts to do that so she just keeps tricking people into doing her work for her. Because of this, I began calling her a cunt.

Now, calling a woman a cunt on the Internet, even if she's a fictional woman and I'm obviously being facetious in my tone (okay, maybe it's not so obvious to assholes and cunts but I still think if you're smart, you'll realize it (that's a great argument for me to take because I can just chalk up any anger at me as coming from dumb people who I now don't need to acknowledge because they're so dumb!)), can be a dangerous thing. So before anybody really called me out on it, I began calling her a barn owl. I made sure to explain that I was replacing the word cunt with the phrase barn owl so as not to confuse my loyal cult following. I mean the people who casually read my blog (now a newsletter) for fun (instead of working on that fucking immortality potion. Should I maybe stop distracting people?! What if one of my loyal readers never creates the potion because they're reading my rants about how Scott Lobdell can't tell the difference between a piece of good writing and his own writing?). Anyway, the important part wasn't the word so I dispensed with the word. The important part was that the people reading my new signifier understood exactly what it signified.

Which brings us back to this issue of The Demon where Madame Xanadu is called a cow by angry men whom she has just rebuffed. Is it a coincidence that Andrew Constant replaces the word we know the guy would have used for a barnyard animal? You know, like a barn owl? Um, I mean, okay, so a barn owl isn't technically a barnyard animal. But it has the word barn in its name which means it must live in a barn and thus is a barnyardish animal.

I hope it wasn't called a barn owl because instead of saying "Who?" it says "Cunt!" I mean "Barn!"

Some people might dismiss the idea that those men, if they were in an adult book, would have called them cunts. But I feel like Andrew is from overseas. Initially I thought from the UK but it looks like maybe Australia? Or maybe he's just American the way I'm American in that I prefer UK entertainment to American watered down for the stupid and prudish masses bullshit. Plus calling Madame Xanadu a cow lets Madame Xanadu turn the men into cows later. What would she have fittingly turned them into if they'd called her a cunt? And would I have recognized what they were?

I'm not suggesting Andrew Constant is a cult follower of mine and chose to follow my direction on signifiers and signified. It seems an obvious choice, to me, to replace cunt with an evocation of the rural. Anyway, it seems apparent to me that we're meant to read cow as cunt. If none of what I've written has won you over, maybe the panel immediately after the cow comment will bring you to my side.



Deadman #2 by Neal Adams
The first issue of this series was nigh incomprehensible. That didn't stop some terrible comic book reviewers from declaring it the master work it absolutely wasn't. When I purchased the first issue, my local comic shop owner rang me up at the register. I mentioned how I was only purchasing Deadman because I liked the character but I wasn't excited about Neal Adams' modern work. She looked up at me, made a face, and said, "I know." Then we made sure to each say some conciliatory things about how his terrible writing doesn't erase the impact he had on comics forty years ago (even though I was only saying it to sound like a proper comic book fan and not because I actually meant it. I have no idea if I ever read anything from Adams when I was younger) before we both went back to trashing The Coming of the Supermen.

Neal Adams is currently 76 years old. I discovered this here-to-fore unknown fact by typing "Neal Adams" into Google. It doesn't give his height and weight though because Google can't know everything, no matter how many spy cameras it installs in your phone. I mention his age not as a proof as to why his writing is currently so terrible. It could be, of course. You can't rule out anything when you're using science. Or should my conclusion be the opposite of that? Also, is the opposite of that "You can rule out some things when you're using science" or "You can't rule out anything when you're using faith"? Anyway, I mention it as a way to say I fell into a Google Rabbit Hole that deposited me on Neal Adams' Twitter account and how his being 76 definitely explains that. It's like an old man yelling from his porch for the Republican neighbor kids to go fuck themselves. It's hauntingly entertaining.

Look, I don't know why I used the adjective "hauntingly" there. Some things in life will just have to remain a mystery, no matter how much shit can be found on Google and Wikipedia.

Before I mention the writing (which will probably just be a full paragraph of me saying, "Wait. What? What just...hunh? Did that...how come...am I reading this correctly?" Normally I don't speak in stilted sentences like that but Neal Adams' writing has overcome my mind), let me just say the art is fantastic in that "this is what comic books looked like forty years ago" kind of way. That isn't any kind of subtle critique on it looking old fashioned. Have you read the way I feel about the work of some of the top artists working at DC? It's just a fact that Neal draws the comics the way Neal remembers comics being drawn. And I'm surprised at how much I'm enjoying the art seeing as how The Coming of the Supermen looked like an amateur artist too worried about his cock stuck in the bathtub spigot to worry about how his pages were turning out.


After Deadman learns that Batman somehow put the soul of The Sensei into a baby, The Phantom Stranger appears to give Deadman the worst advice in the world: obsess over your past mistakes. I think. It's a bit hard to interpret what he says. Does history tell us what The Phantom Stranger tells us history tells us? I'm not sure I'm convinced. Although if The Phantom Stranger appeared before me and told me that to my face, I'd probably be all, "Right?! Right?! You're so fucking cool. And sexy. Can you finger my butthole?" To be fair, that's how I greet everybody.

Never mind most of that previous paragraph. Especially the last line. The thing I should concentrate on is this: "It's a bit hard to interpret." As I mentioned before, the first issue was incomprehensible. This issue doubles down on the incomprehensible bit making it super incomprehensible. If I'm being charitable, I'd say the focus of both stories is Deadman's need to get revenge on the hook handed guy who killed him so that he can rest in peace. But last issue, didn't we see a flashback of the hook handed man being killed by The Sensei? Which is why Deadman was after The Sensei. But when he realized killing The Sensei's soul would kill an innocent baby, he went back to looking for the hook handed man. Who I thought was dead. But I can't be sure because I'll be damned if I allowed any of the first issue to remain in my memory.

While this issue didn't explain why Commissioner Gordon was investigating a nuclear plant in Tokyo, it doesn't explain why The Phantom Stranger gets Deadman to kill an unnamed assassin without a hook for a hand. That sentence might sound confusing but I think it's grammatically correct. I couldn't say "While Issue #1 didn't explain something, Issue #2  did explain something" because Issue #2 was just more confusing bullshit. At least it brings in The Spectre and Etrigan at the end to not clear things up at all. For some reason, The Spectre, who is God's Justice in human form, doesn't think the assassin getting eaten by a lion is just. But at least he gives a reason for appearing. Etrigan just shows up because it's probably in his contract that if more than three mystic DC characters appear in a book, he also gets to appear.

I suppose there could be something going on in this story that makes sense. But I'll be damned if I know what it is and I'm a Grandmaster Comic Book Reader (all that means is I've probably wasted ten thousand hours of my life reading comic books). If I had to guess, I'd say Boston Brand never actually died. He's in a coma and his spirit is trapped in some kind of Hell created by The Sensei. In that alternate world, Commissioner Gordon's big hobby is inspecting Japanese nuclear plants, Batman enjoys stuffing evil souls into babies, and mystic DC characters are allowed to visit. By Issue #6, Neal Adams will introduce a new character into the DCU: Comaman!


Black Lightning: Cold Dead Hands #2 by Isabella, Henry, and Pantazis
Isabella decides the best way for readers to understand the theme is to remind them of The Twilight Zone episode, "The Monsters are Due on Maple Street." Without that reminder, the comic book would be just as average as it is with the reminder. I mean, it's pretty obvious stuff. I only have two major complaints. First is that the play the kids choose to do for the winter pageant (the one that's a wink and a nod and an elbow poke to The Twilight Zone episode) seems to only have one part: the narrator. The second is that the kids have pizza, milk, and French fries for lunch. So fucking gross.

Which one is the fruit? The pizza or the fries? OR THE MILK?!?!


Other Assorted Bullshit
I'm experimenting with this whole newsletter thing. I don't really want to make it just a bunch of my usual reviews strung together and delivered by email. It'll probably wind up being short bits about specific moments or themes in the comics I read each week. And maybe I'll add some other crap in this section, like essays, poems, games, short stories, or terribly shocking pictures I've drawn. I'll definitely be answering any replies anybody makes, at least until I have so many people asking me stupid questions that they overwhelm my senses and I walk into the ocean, never to return.

I also haven't determined a regular day to send out the newsletter. Maybe Tuesday at the end of the comic book week? Or maybe Wednesday since Tuesday is my I don't have to run day.

Anyway, I'll try to be just as tone deaf to how a normal, kind, benevolent person should be as I've ever been. But it'll be okay to laugh at this stuff here because we share a secret: I'm actually a really kind and generous person. Well, maybe not generous. But probably kind! Anyway, I'm totally kissable, so that should square everything.