The Demon Annual #2 (September 1993)

I normally scan my own covers but sometimes you gotta yank 'em off the Internets. I feel dirty.

The Demon Annual #2 (September 1993)
By Garth Ennis, John McCrea, Eugene D'Angelo, and Steve Haynie
Cover by John McCrea
Edited by Peter Tomasi and Dan Raspler

I'm reading The Demon Bloodlines annual out of the Hitman trade paperback from 1997. I'm sure I own the actual annual but I currently have no idea where The Demon comics are stored. And since I'm about to read Hitman and I don't own Issues #1-4 (I just noticed Issue #4 isn't in the trade so I guess I'll be making a trip to the local comic book store!), I have to read them out of the trade which doesn't reprint the covers. And I have to begin with The Demon, right?! It won't make sense unless I start from the beginning of the beginning! Plus there's an extra Batman story!

I'm really excited for this re-read!

I should probably explain Bloodlines and how it resulted in the character Hitman but I'm terrible at explaining things without also telling four or five stories about my penis. So I'll let Steve Dillon explain it from his foreword in the Hitman trade from 1997:

How's this for a plan? Come up with an idea for a crossover series that creates a swarm of new heroes and villains, haul them up a flagpole and see which one gets saluted. That, in essence, was the thinking behind DC's Bloodlines and, in my cynical opinion, it was worth it for one reason — Hitman.

When Dillon writes "see which one gets saluted", it seems like a mistake. You'd think he'd want to say "which ones get saluted" but he's writing from a future perspective, having seen that, truly, only one of the Bloodlines characters ever really got that salute. At least that's the way I view Bloodlines history! I know a few of the characters did get their own series (I even purchased some of them. Like Anima!) but I don't think any of them were ever as popular as Tommy Monaghan (aka Hitman!). Let's do the absolute least amount of research possible and see if Steve and I were correct about Hitman being the single salutee!

Anima (from the pages of New Titans): 39 Appearances. Not too shabby! She even had her own series that went for 15 issues. She guest starred in an issue of Guy Gardner: Warrior which I probably don't have because, as I've mentioned previously, I'm an idiot who either didn't notice the name change and forgot about the series or just didn't make it to new comic day before it sold out each week! I'm pretty sure I tried to follow Anima because I thought she was a high concept development dealing with the Jungian theory of the anima and animus. But in reality, Anima simply took her name from a broken "Animal Reservation" sign. Boo! Mid-20s, college educated me was highly disappointed!

Argus (from the pages of The Flash): 28 Appearances. Argus also had his own series (I think I'm going to be surprised by how many of these characters had attempts at a series) that only went 6 issues. What a failure! I didn't read The Flash so I probably didn't even know this guy existed. Named after the Greek monster with loads of eyes because Argus, like me, could see far more than any of his stupid friends.

Ballistic (from the pages of Batman): 25 Appearances. Weakest performance so far and yet he sprung from the most popular comic book! Never even had his own series. Boring ass fuck. No thought put into him at all. "An armed and dangerous vigilante." Oh, did we need a new one of these, Doug Moench? Oh, this one was Korean? Okay, well, I guess. As long as he introduced everybody to gimbap. I don't think he did because I don't remember eating it until, um, ten or fifteen years ago? Boy do I miss the Second Son food cart in Portland! He moved to an actual location in Oregon City later in a shared space with a Viking restaurant. But I don't think he could keep up with his own popularity being that he made every roll himself and wait times could get crazy. Loved that shit, man! I miss you, dude!

Every Catholic priest should have a Crusader shield blocking their crotch. To protect the flock!

Cardinal Sin (from the pages of Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight): 2 Appearances (though one of those barely counts as it's a "Batman Encyclopedia") This guy sounds awesome and, being from Legends of the Dark Knight, I'm assuming Alan Grant created him which, again, sounds awesome! His description on the DC fandom wiki is simply "disillusioned priest". Should I type it a third time? Sounds awesome! He was the enemy of Azrael so my friend, according to the ancient algebraic equation of the enemy of my enemy is my friend. He was created by Denny O'Neal and not Alan Grant so I'm going to take back one of my "sounds awesome"s. Not because I'm a Denny O'Neal hater but because I just fucking love Alan Grant so much! I should be sparing with my "awesomes", especially at my age when I don't have a lot of them left to give. Being that his only appearance was basically the issue in which he was created, I've got to assume Cardinal Sin fucking eats shit (physically, metaphorically, literally, and spiritually).

Chimera (from the pages of Team Titans): 4 Appearances. Her life began in a comic book that was lost in continuity bullshit and never really made any sense. She didn't stand much of a chance. She was probably killed by some idiot named Bellender Phone who rode a creature he called a "winged wingless wingbred". That "joke" was for three people. Thank you! And good night!

Edge (from the pages of Superman: The Man of Steel): 6 Appearances. This is a good example how I'm doing minimal research. I'm just assuming that the "appearances" on the DC Fandom Wiki are accurate and that they constitute actual appearances. But at least one of Edge's six appearances is simply his picture on a magazine cover during the story. So I have to imagine some of these, no matter how low the number, are still inflated!

Geist (from the pages of Detective Comics): 15 Appearances. This guy sounds much cooler than he is. I was expecting some skinny white apparition with long arms, long fingers, and long fingernails with flowing white hair and eyes with no pupils. Instead, he's just a faux Nightwing with long, trailing straps. He didn't have his own series but he was one of several Bloodlines characters who starred in the six issue Blood Pack series.

Gunfire (from the pages of Deathstork the Terminator): 29 Appearances. Not as good as Anima but better than Argus! Created by Len Wein after Len Wein apparently fell off of a ladder, cracked his skull, and bled all over an X-men comic book with Gambit on the cover, Gunfire managed to hold his own title for thirteen issues! Outstanding! I don't know if he had a Cajun accent or not. His name was Andrew but his father's name was Gunther so, um, you know. His father should have been Gunfire!

Our hero!

Hitman (from the pages of The Demon): 91 Appearances! Everybody salute Tommy! I FUCKING SAID TO SALUTE!

Hook (from the pages of Green Arrow): 3 Appearances. A blind Vietnam vet who could make his prosthetic arm into an energy weapon. He was like Daredevil if Daredevil were not an attorney and was also living on the street and was also a caricature of a homeless veteran. It's probably good that Hook was eventually killed by Prometheus. Reading about Hook gave me the same feeling that I get when Pink sings about how feeding the homeless was her Vietnam.

Jamm (from the pages of The Legion of Super-Heroes): 3 Appearances. This guy's description is "prodigious surfer-dude". Um. What? Also, did DC have to include their future team in this crossover by transporting "Jamm" to the future just to get sent back in time where, I'm guessing, he was thrown in an asylum due to talking about all the future women he fucked? Consensually! Probably. I mean, the guy did get mind control powers so who's to say, really?

In 1993, this was an over-the-top joke about a patriotic American. After 2001, this look became ubiquitous.

Joe Public (from the pages of Batman: Shadow of the Bat): 8 Appearances. Oh shit! This is Alan Grant's series! Man, I fucked up thinking he was writing Legends of the Dark Knight! If only I knew how to go back and edit things instead of just leaving my mistakes flapping in the wind. Anyway, this guy looks like he sucks. And he does! He sucks other people's powers to use for himself! Meta-commentary!

Krag (from the pages of Justice League America): 5 Appearances. I'm not even sure I'm halfway through with this list and, for the most part, they've been complete flops. I'm surprised DC didn't declare bankruptcy after putting so much effort into this event for so little payoff. Maybe Hitman saved the entire fiasco all by himself!

Layla (from the pages of Lobo): 11 Appearances. Described as a "tough-as-nails space explorer" which means absolutely nothing. Created by Alan Grant but I think he didn't give a fuck about this corporate mandate to create a new character. He just wanted to write some ultra-violent shenanigans with Lobo.

Lionheart (from the pages of Justice League International): 20 Appearances. It's questionable whether this guy even had an activated meta-gene and yet he still managed to knock out 20 appearances. Good for him. I guess.

Loose Cannon (from the pages of Action Comics): 23 Appearances. Starred in his own 4 issue series. He's probably been relegated to the dustbin of DC History because all of the illiterate assholes in the world today just read his name as "Lose Cannon" and think he's a loser. Fucking morons. Asshats. Learn about spelling, loosers.

Loria (from the pages of Showcase '94): 6 Appearances. Does this one even count? If she wasn't created in Bloodlines, I don't really care. Get the fuck out of here, Loria! You stink!

Mongrel (from the pages of Hawkman): 19 Appearances. Don't get too excited about this guy's number: it contains at least four different DC Encyclopedia series. I think a lot of these characters have an extra 1-4 appearances that are really just entries in books about the DC Universe that say, "This person existed. Nobody cared." He was part of Blood Pack. Created by John Ostrander so he couldn't have been completely boring. Probably had some good dialogue. Knew some college words.

Myriad (from the pages of Superman): 6 Appearances. Before Sasha Green became Myriad, she died. How she died is just, um, well, fantastic? Here's the quote from the DC Fandom Wiki:

Sasha Green was Lex Luthor's combat instructor. One day, while training Luthor in martial arts, she beat Luthor in front of Supergirl and Lois Lane and they laughed at him. Because of the embarrassment, Luthor secretly killed Sasha Green in her locker room, framed a janitor for her death and dumped her body at a LexSan landfill.

Did Lex really have to dump the body if he framed the janitor for the murder? Maybe the description just makes things sound weirdly complicated and the dumping came as part of the framing and not like some afterthought. Supergirl and Lois should have been accessories to the murder. Don't they know better than to laugh at Lex after a woman has humiliated him?! He basically had to kill Sasha after that!

Nightblade showing off his power to cut off his own hand.

Nightblade (from the pages of Green Lantern): 20 Appearances. I'm putting myself to sleep making this list! But I really want it all in one place so every time I explain to anybody in the future how Hitman was the only successful character that came out of Bloodlines (which I always amend to, "Well, maybe Anima as well. Maybe."), I can point them to the proof!

Pax (from the pages of L.E.G.I.O.N.): 4 Appearances. This guy had "enhanced senses". So he fought crime by smelling, tasting, and touching stuff. I'd say also by hearing and listening but everybody fights crime doing at least one, if not two, of those things.

Prism (from the pages of Eclipso): 6 Appearances. Prism was created by Robert Loren Fleming so I have to assume he was a joke character. But he was created in the Eclipso comic where Robert Loren Fleming was being dark and serious. So, I don't know. Whatever. I'm so bored!

This is Razorsharp. She uses the word "spaz" but I'll allow it because of the way she straps her tits down. So hot.

Razorsharp (from the pages of Robin): 20 Appearances. She was kind of cute! I say was because she was a member of Blood Pack and the problem with Blood Pack was that they were another bunch of heroes that Geoff Johns hated so he had Superboy Prime kill them all in Final Crisis. Geoff Johns must have the emotional maturity of a nine month old Chimpanzee because he can't allow characters that he dislikes to simply exist in the DC Universe. What a fucking twat.

Shadowstryke (from the pages of Justice League America): 2 Appearances. Less appearances than Crag who made his debut in the same issue. This guy was too depressing to make any more appearances because his entire family was killed when his meta-gene was activated. And nobody wants to be reminded of that shit month after month. Unless you're reading Batman. Then it's okay for some reason.

Slingshot (from the pages of Justice League America): 5 Appearances. It doesn't seem like the New Blood characters from Justice League America had much post-Bloodlines impact at all.

Sparx (from the pages of Adventures of Superman): 55 Appearances! Holy moley! This lady really attempted to be more popular than Hitman! Most of her appearances were in Superboy and the Ravers but she had a smattering of appearances in orbiting books like Young Justice and, well, Superboy. So I'm wrong to think that Hitman was the singular character to get the fan salute. Looks like Sparx got some love too! Didn't she also manage to jump to animation as well? She looks really familiar. As soon as I saw her pic, I thought, "She's gonna have a load of appearances. Not often I recognize one of these Bloodlines goons!"

Terrorsmith (from the pages of, once again, Justice League America): 2 Appearances. I don't care to learn anything about this guy especially after reading the DC Fandom Wiki entry that states "The doctor who examinated him . . .". Reading that kind of sucks because now I'm probably going to start using the word "examinated" and people won't know it's a reference to this idiocy. They'll just think it's my idiocy!

Freight Train (from the pages of The Outsiders): 13 Appearances. This guy is out of alphabetical order because he doesn't really count. None of those 13 appearances were in Bloodlines. He's just some guy who, years later, appeared and was all, "I was bitten in the spine by an alien! I'm a New Blood, baby!" And the other Outsiders yawned and went, "That's nice, Freight. Can you hand out the coffees now?"

That's it! I finally made it through all the characters! Hitman was obviously the stand out success with a self-titled series that lasted for five years. Sparx was a close second but she was just a member of a larger cast in a Superboy comic book written by Karl Kesel who created the character and so had a financial incentive to add her to the cast. I was going to say, "I bet the writer of Superboy and the Ravers was just doing their pal Karl Kesel a favor by including Sparx" but then discovered that Kesel was actually that writer doing the favor for himself. So Hitman beat Sparx by 5 appearances and that's even with Hitman dying after that 60 issue run! He could have made a ton of more appearances instead of the occasional flashback story. And now that I've bored everybody to tears with Bloodlines history, let's get into Tommy Monaghan's origin in The Demon Annual #2!

We begin, as always, with Jason Blood engaged in a little old self-pity party. Or as some more enlightened people might call it: meditating.

I can't picture Hitman any way but with McCrea's pencils. But my brain still wants to see Val Semeiks when I'm looking at Jason Blood or Etrigan or Harry the Pillow. The penis wants what the penis wants, as my grandfather used to say. Inappropriately. At breakfast.

The prison Blood is referencing is that place in his mind where Etrigan has been trapped until Blood says his little rhyming incantation to switch places. Then he gets to spend time in the mind prison while Etrigan destroys civilization. You'd think he'd never say the incantation because it's so dangerous to let a demon of Hell loose on Earth. But sometimes a man finds himself falling out of an airplane or about to be fed into a woodchipper or needing to suck a dick to pay some bills and the only thing to save your life or your gay mouth virginity is to summon a murderous demon of chaos and destruction. It just can't be helped! Man, I wish I had known four of those incantations in college!

That's Cockney rhyming slang for "pussy".

Jason Blood questions Etrigan about the recent killings of humans by spine-sucking monsters. Are they from Hell? Etrigan assures Blood that they are not and Jason goes away relieved. But not before Etrigan sings him a little ditty about some hellish monster with magic bullets blowing people away. The Mawzir, I suspect! Because aliens aren't cool enough for a Garth Ennis The Demon annual. He needs Nazi demons as well!

Soon we meet Tommy Monaghan, a scrawny hitman who wears a neck silk. Or an ascot. A cravat? Maybe he was just recently engaged in some autoerotic asphyxiation.

Or is this a traditional Irish garment?

Tommy's waiting around to murder some fat businessman. But when the time comes, an alien named Glonth interrupts Tommy's job. What these Bloodlines aliens do is suck the spinal fluid from their victims. Usually that kills the victims but in some cases, it activates their meta-gene. But Tommy doesn't know that's what's about to happen. Tommy, and the victim, actually think something even worse is going to happen.

Is being anally raped by a massive alien worse than death? I wouldn't think so but then I kind of like butt stuff and also living.

Glonth transforms from a disgusting hairy dwarf giant into a disgusting skinless alien monstrosity. I think that's some kind of metaphor for how getting super horny and turned on turns men into animals. Then the creature "sucks" the "marrow" from the businessman's "neck" in a panel that screams, "This is definitely a sex metaphor, dumb-dumb!"

Gross! I mean sexy! I mean grossexy!

Tommy watches the attack with his "gun" in his hands and now I've reached my quota on quotation marks. The alien notices the laser sight from Tommy's rifle and decides it's still hungry and/or horny. That joke would work better in sign language since horny and hungry are nearly the exact same sign. Anyway, Tommy, not wanting to die or be butt sexed against his will, screams.

Basically a shot-for-shot recreation of The Prince of Tides.

Before Tommy wakes up in the hospital and we learn that he now suffers from x-ray vision and telepathy, we learn a little about the motivations of the aliens. They're using the human spinal fluid to feed their babies. Aw! So all this death and destruction is a necessary way of life? I can't be too upset then. Anyway, their victims who die have nearly the same amount of overall appearances as the ones who live. Ha ha! Losers!

The cops found Tommy's gun and figured he was trying to kill the guy who got killed across the street. The guy who got killed's sons figured the same thing. And since the guy was a crime boss, the boys have got to go kill the guy who was gonna kill their pop before their pop got killed by something else. Mob justice doesn't make a lot of sense if somebody ain't tryin' to kill somebody else.

Tommy beats the cop guarding his room in the hospital with a bedpan and hoofs it across town to lay low at the flat of his buddy Pat. Not Nat the Hat's flat but Pat's flat where he'll be sat to hide from the fat alien prat. I think Pat gets his ass killed later in the series and it's super sad. I'm telling you now so that when he does die, it isn't super sad at all. This revelation that a character will die later so that you don't feel sad about it is why Grave of the Fireflies is, apparently, not sad at all. Look, I don't make the rules for storytelling! And if I did, I would have made telling the story of the movie Pig illegal.

Twenty pages in, Garth Ennis remembers that this is a The Demon comic book and begins a new scene starring Jason Blood at a wine tasting. Jason Blood is all, "Ooh la la! This wine tastes like eldritch berries!" And his gay friend is all, "Oh my my! It does!" And then Glonth is all, "I'm going to butt fuck you all!" People run around terrified while Jason Blood calmly tries to kick Glonth's ass right up until he panics because he can't kick Glonth's ass and he's forced to say his little incantation.

Glonth butt fucks hard!

This issue was written in 1993 by edgelord Garth Ennis so when I explain that Ennis is making fun of the gluttony of fat people with his character Glonth, you might believe I'm not being facetious. Most of the Bloodlines aliens only suck down enough human spine goo to feed themselves and their babies. But the aliens have commented on Glonth being out of control because he's now just eating humans because they're so delicious and not because he needs sticky sweet spine paste to survive. The other aliens are also large but, presumably, their dragon-like appearance is what thin aliens should look like. Glonth is a rotund ball of spine butter that's more dwarf than dragon. And we all know that the stereotype of fantasy dwarves are slovenly, gluttonous, greedy klutzes. I'm surprised Glonth isn't constantly holding a headless child in his sticky hands and sucking at the neck in every single panel the way fat people in movies were always depicted holding a melting chocolate bar in every single movie pre-'90s (and some '90s movies). Think Larry Mondello from Leave It To Beaver. Also "Glonth" is just obviously the name of a fat alien.

Oh wait! I forgot about this panel! McCrea did sneak in the messy fat kid with the melting chocolate bar image!

Once Etrigan appears, he immediately calls Glonth a fat farting alien fuck just in case the readers missed the whole "Glonth is a fat person that we can make sport of" theme. Etrigan always tells it like it is! That's the benefit of being a demon. Or an asshole. You can just say whatever you want and then be all, "It's a virtue to say whatever the fuck I want no matter how much harm it'll do! I'm allowed to say what I think!" Then some smarmy red-headed Catholic asshole named Soy Rakelson will be all, "I admire the way that person says what they think even if I don't agree with what they say!" Although you know when he says that, he totally agrees with the bullshit the person is saying. Fuck you, Soy! You suck!

Oh! Ha ha ha! Good show, Etrigan! Let me wipe away the tears of mirth from my eyes before I do precede with your delightful fat jokes!

It's a good thing Ennis has shown that Glonth is a glutton who is eating more people than he needs because I was feeling sympathetic to his cause of survival and feeding his alien babies earlier. Now that I know he's a monstrous fat person, I've become convinced of his moral turpitude and his greedy motivations.

Glonth gets the better of Etrigan because Etrigan's arrogance gets the better of him. Being a demon from Hell whose main flaw is also that of his Lord and Unsavior, Etrigan's pride leads him to believe that beating a fat kid to death should be the easiest thing in the world. But Glonth's defensive capabilities are stronger than Etrigan suspected, probably bolstered by years of defending himself against bullies who would grab his tits in the locker room and threaten to beat him up at the weekly bowling league such that he brought a souvenir knife to school that day to defend himself and then got called to the principal's office where he wept not for fear of the principal's punishment but the anger at the injustice of adults allowing bigger kids to threaten and pick on them so that they felt their only salvation was taking up a violent defense of their own person. That's just an imaginary possibility I thought up just now and not somebody's traumatic childhood memory.

Anyway, Glonth sits on Etrigan's face.

You call a fat alien Fatso the Trampoline Gut, he's gonna sit on your face, Etty!

I'll spare everybody Etrigan's further fat jokes, especially the one where he insults John Goodman by proxy, and get to the real fun stuff: Etrigan and Glonth duel each other with police cars. With the police still in them. So, in a way, everybody wins no matter what happens! It's like watching The Wicker Man on four separate televisions all at once! You'd think that would be four times better but it's actually closer to seven times better because math is weird. Something to do with how volume increases at a different rate than surface area as something grows larger. Or something. Do you think if I was any good at math, I'd still be reading and writing about comic books at 54?!

Etrigan knocks Glonth into the sewers and then disappears. End scene. Applause. Standing ovation. "More fat jokes! Encore! Encore!" the people yell. But the people will get no more fat jokes for they are now verboten. I mean, they're not, obviously. But the kind of people who think the height of humor is making somebody else feel bad probably think they can't tell fat jokes anymore. Those stupid hats they were should actually read MATFJA: Make America Tell Fat Jokes Again. Their perception of reality is so skewed that they think if they tell a fat joke, they're going to be sent to a gulag. At worst, a few people will probably narrow their eyes at them or scold them with one or two sentences. But for them, that's the end of free speech as we know it! How dare somebody suggest they try to be better than that!? Don't these scolds know that some of us are only mentally tall enough to grab the low hanging fruit jokes?! It's ableist to tell me that I shouldn't make a joke based entirely on somebody's looks and the most superficial of stereotypes! When that happens, it makes me want to praise Hitler!

That was me playing a MAGA-type character in that last paragraph. I don't actually want to praise Hitler when somebody criticizes some stupid thing I've written in my blog! Mostly when I'm criticized, I just feel terrible and wind up eating five packages of Oreos. But I will say this: criticizing some people works! The problem is loads of people won't change because they're stubborn, stupid assholes. But some do! Like that time I was scolded at a Pink Floyd show because I was throwing candy at some women standing up and dancing in front of me blocking my view and somebody behind me was all, "Chill out, man. They're just having a good time." And I was all, "HARRUMPH!", because that's how it feels to be scolded. But I was also all, "Yeah, that dude is right. I'm being a dick. We're all here to chill to some good tunes and zone the fuck out and I brought prick behavior into this place. I should have been scolded even more than I was!" And the person barely even scolded me! Imagine doing something like that to a MAGA type. No lesson learned. Just a doubling down of being an asshat. Fuck you, Soy! Eat shit!

Anyway, back at Pat's flat, it's the reveal of our hero! Salute, damn it! SALUTE!

Another reveal: Moe and Joe Dubelz, sons of the man Hitman was supposed to kill, are conjoined twins. What are the odds that your last name is Dubelz and you wind up a conjoined twin? Like 5 to 1, maybe?

I had dinner last night with a 12 year old and they asked me my favorite DC character. I said it's probably showing my age but my favorite character was Lobo. And they were all, "You're down with the 'Bo? That's cool!" What I'm saying is the kids are alright, man! The 12 year old's father was also there, you disgusting weirdoes. Jesus! I may be gross and problematic but not illegally so!

I don't know why I mentioned that after talking about Moe and Joe Dubelz. It's not like the kid was a conjoined twin or anything. Although that would have been pretty awesome. I've never met a conjoined twin but I imagine when I do, the night will end with them sing-songing, "One of us! One of us!" Because I'm so cool, obvs.

This issue also introduces another great character that I hope Garth Ennis and John McCrea get royalties for every time it's used in a comic, cartoon, or television show:

If Disney ever buys out DC and they open up a DC World at one of their parks, they'd better have a Noonan's and a slobbering demon from Hell constantly yelling, "BAYTOR!", had better serve me drinks while I sit there all fucking day and never see any other part of the park.

Immediately after introducing Noonan's Sleazy Bar, Sean Noonan is introduced on the next panel with his stupid mustache. He charges seven dollars for a pitcher of Budweiser which, in 1993, was a fucking crime against humanity. It still might be in 2026! SEVEN BUCKS FOR A PITCHER OF DOMESTIC BEER?! Get the fuck out of here, Noonan! Batman should burn your fucking joint to the ground! I could see paying that price if Noonan's was in a Disney park! But in the crime-ridden dirty streets of Gotham?! You gotta be selling that pitcher of bud for four bucks at best!

Maybe I'm delusional and bad at math and seven bucks was a reasonable price back then. What the fuck do I know? I was barely 21 in 1993! Oh wait. This came out in September of 1993 so I guess I was recently 22. Whatever. Don't try to remember any of this personal information, you jackals! None of it matters anyway since I've changed identity at least three times!

Tommy gets some info from a couple of Dubelz' thugs before murdering them and heads out to the wake of their father to murder more people. Glonth will probably show up as well as Etrigan and a lot of people will die and Garth Ennis will be all, "Man, I love this character. I hope all the other writers are taking this assignment as seriously as I am! DC is going to make so much money on this gimmick!"

Seriously though. There's still like 20 pages left of this thing so that summation might have to do it for the issue. Unless something truly disgusting and fantastic happens (which it probably will, being Ennis), I'll be giving my final thoughts in the next paragraph.

Dammit! Something disgusting and fantastic happens! Plus more of Etrigan's fat jokes!

Okay, these are some quality fat jokes. Like a Weird Al song. Can't hate on these!

I like how Ennis identifies through Etrigan how people who think they're being outrageously funny by insulting other people always fall back on the "It was just a joke! Can't you take a joke?!" idiocy. I'm the same way when I decapitate somebody's father's corpse by swinging it around during a brawl. "Can't you take a joke?!"

Etrigan and Tommy wind up driving off Glonth by burring his guts open and stuffing a grenade in him. I guess editorial didn't want anybody to show that the aliens could be killed so Glonth makes his escape, perhaps for some end part of the story. Bloodbath! or something. Tommy manages to kill Joe Dubelz but not Moe Dubelz. I'd forgotten about that right up until Tommy began shooting at them and then it just came back: Moe Dubelz with a fucking skull attached to his shoulder and a skeleton left arm. A truly great antagonist!

The Ranking!
And that's Hitman's debut! Just another great Garth Ennis story. One of the things I always love about an Ennis book is that you can tell he's having fun writing it. Whether or not he despises supes, he has fun playing in the world of them. He might not love them as inspirational golden totems to hold up as gods. But he loves fucking tearing those idols down, doesn't he? And it's so fucking goddamn fun to read. Whether he's writing The Demon and portraying a demon from Hell doing the inspirational work that a super hero should be doing; or he's writing about a bunch of boys murdering the super heroes that other super heroes should be murdering; or he's writing about a murderous psychopath who's doing the inspirational work a super hero should be doing; or he's writing about Hitman, a different murderous psychopath than the one I meant previously (Punisher!), doing the inspirational work of a super hero, he's always going balls out to make it as violent and gory and gross and vulgar as possible. And I fucking appreciate that, man! I am a lowlife and I need lowlife entertainment! Complimentary! Garth Ennis's shit is my jelly!

Um, ew, that sounded grosser than I meant it to.

Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea: The Newsletter #19 (Second Week of April 2018)

E!TACT! #19
Metal #6, Justice League: All Access, Doomsday Clock #4, Mother Panic: Gotham AD #1, The Hellblazer #20, Detective Comics #977, Justice League of America #27, Demon: Hell is Earth #5, Suicide Squad #38, The Terrifics #2, Exit Stage Left: The Snagglepuss Chronicles #4, and Deathstroke vs. Batman #30
By Grunion Guy!


Comic Book Reviews!

Metal #6
By Snyder, Capullo, Glapion, and Plascencia

Fact That Isn't Fun (It's Just a Fact, You Know?): Metal is the longest running six issue comic book series in DC's history that also has the most issues (well over six! I lost count somewhere around year ten).

But it's finally over, guys! I'm using guys the way the young generation use it after they've just gone to Wikipedia to learn as much as they can about a thing that somebody else mentioned in an attempt to pretend they always knew more about it than they originally did. I mean, I'm not completely using it that way since I haven't just read (and will never read) the Wikipedia entry on Metal. I probably couldn't even find the right one since it certainly disambiguates into dozens of different entries.

Today, I become a man! No, not because I'm going to finally have sex! I did that like four years ago. Today I'm a man because finishing this series feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life! After having sex, of course. Which is what really made me a man in society's eyes. Up until that point, I was just a loser virgin who could tell how every color of kryptonite affects Superman and how many times in the original Star Wars you can see the outline of Mark Hamill's cock through his pants.

Earth-Main-Earth has sunk into the Dark Multiverse. Wonder Woman and Lady Blackhawk remain the last hope for all mankind. And, I'm assuming, the entire Earth-Main-Earth universe. I'm never quite clear on how much the problems on Earth are affecting the rest of the universe. I think, as human readers, we're supposed to narcissistically believe that the fate of the entire cosmos hangs in the balance of what happens to Earth. Mostly I think all of the aliens would just like to see Earth-Main-Earth destroyed for good. There would be so much less drama.

Plastic Man finally wakes up to save the day and I lose all respect for this comic book. Nobody believes Plastic Man can save the world! He's the biggest joke since a few of those schoolyard jokes about the space shuttle Challenger disaster. Who came up with those jokes immediately after the tragedy? I bet it was some Deep State comedian who knew the Challenger was going to be blown up by government operatives and aliens.

Luckily, Plastic Man only saves the day for like a page. I'm not even sure why he was in this comic book. I'm guessing it was a drunken bet between Scott Snyder and Dan DiDio. Snyder was all, "I bet I can bring Plastic Man back into the DC Universe in a serious way." And DiDio was all, "No way. There's less chance of that than a comic book with two women in a romantic and healthy relationship not having a mature rating." And then Snyder was all, "If I fail, you can have James Tynion IV for a night." And DiDio was all, "Deal!"

After Plastic Man saves the day, Wonder Woman saves the day. But only until the real saviors arrive.

Monkeys and Batmen!

Now I'm pissed at DC Comics. They spent five years trying to sell everybody a historically watered down and less fun version of their comic book universe by claiming there were just 52 worlds. But all that time they could have been printing a comic book full of monkeys on a 53rd Earth?! Does DC have no actual business men running their business?!

Batman and Superman also return because I guess they're the ones who need to save the day. The monkeys and Plastic Man and alternate Batmen weren't actually important after all and never really appear again after that splash page arrival. They were the non-raisin bits of this Raisin Bran. Oh, I guess that would be the bran. Now, I like raisins as much as any other boring person but could any company in any of the 53 universes have come up with a more unappetizing name for a cereal? I mean aside from Grape Nuts.

Maybe I should give up on trying to determine who actually saves the day because this issue is just scene after scene of somebody arriving to save the day but then the day never actually gets saved. I guess they're all just making things more hopeful. Especially when The Joker saves the day. That's when every Fangender is supposed to go, "Did Snyder include his dick in this comic book because I think I'm supposed to start sucking it now?"

In the end, the Justice League pull some Sailor Moon shit and believe in each other and save the world while holding hands while remembering all the good times they had with each other, like the time Sailor Batman cheered up Sailor Wonder Woman, and the time Sailor Superman gave Sailor Flash a prostate exam.

Rating: There's the typical epilogue that explains things have only been saved (by fifty different people) for a short time because things are actually going to get worse than what they just went through. You know how stories foreshadow future events as they go along in an unobtrusive way that sometimes you don't even catch until a subsequent rereading? Being a comic book (and a Scott Snyder comic book, at that), this isn't like that. The story resolves with the heroes winning and then there's an epilogue where Batman says, "Things are just going to get worse!" and Lucius says, "Dream, where are you? OMG! There's a book missing in the library of books never written! What does it mean? Aside from it suddenly having been written or something." This is the part where I might wonder how comic books can keep escalating but I've learned that the escalation is all just an illusion. This seemed like the biggest threat to the universe since the last one but was it? They're all really just the same. The bottom line is that everything is always on the line. This story just made the 'everything' part bigger by removing the Source Wall, expanding the DC Universe, and creating a lovable Earth full of monkeys.

All in all, it was a big event that was quite comic booky. That's all I'm looking for. The main problem was all the tie-ins that didn't matter and didn't really add much to the story. DC should have just made this an eight issue series, folding Hawkman Found and The Wild Hunt into the main story. All of the other books should have been scrapped.


Justice League: No Justice All Access Page
By whoever writes this shit

Here's a quote about No Justice from Francis Manapul: "Anyone who has asked for Harley Quinn, Martian Manhunter, Starfire, Zatanna, the Atom, Raven or Doctor Fate to be in their personal Justice League will stand up and cheer." It's nice to see he's shooting for the smallest audience possible. I was almost cheering but he included the Atom instead of Lobo. Man, I was so close to being one of the three people excited for this!


Doomsday's Cock #4
By Johns, Frank, and Anderson

Based on this cover, the comic should be called "Rorschach's Cock is Long and Weird."

Doomsday's cock was going to be long and weird since Doomsday has never really had any motivation for wanting to kill everything. But being enraged at the universe for having a micro-penis makes sense to me. Not that I know what it's like to have a micro-penis! My penis is at least twice as big as a micro-penis. And that's when it's flaccid! I know I shouldn't brag about the size of my penis when I'm writing comic book reviews that will be read by comic book nerds. Although I'm mostly writing to fans of DC Comics who have the biggest penises of all comic book fans. I haven't done research on this fact but I have to assume that DC fans have to have enough self-confidence to be shit on by Marvel fans on the daily. And you know the only way people can have any self-confidence is by being okay with their penis size, right?

I don't know how women gain self-confidence. By knowing guys with big penises?

I should stop writing about big penises because I'm getting anxious and a little bit scared.

Let's talk about Rorschach for a second! I just read a comic recently where a character stole the Rorschach line about people being locked up in prison with him but I can't remember which comic book it was. I wish I could remember because I couldn't help thinking, "Why, as a writer, are you lifting that line for your comic book?! It's like one of the most famous comic book lines which means your entire audience is going to snort and scoff when they read it and think, 'What a hack!'" Why didn't the writer use something like "To be or not to be, that's a fairly relevant question"? Less people would have known where the author had stolen that line from than the Rorschach line! That wasn't really talking about Rorschach. I'm sorry for lying to you in the segue into that paragraph.

This is where I first realized the new Rorschach was the son of Rorschach's psychiatrist. Was it evident earlier than this? I mean, probably since there were only two black characters in the entire run of Watchmen and one of them died hugging an old white man.

The new Rorschach, Reggie, has wound up in Earth-Main-Earth's Arkham Asylum because he trespassed in the Batcave. I guess Batman sometimes doesn't give a shit about the rule of law and he just backdoors people he doesn't like into Arkham. It's probably where Rorschach belongs since he was driven insane by Ozymandias's fake alien attack on New York City.

Reggie has been placed in Arkham across from Saturn Girl so I guess it's about time we learn why she's the only member of the Legion of Super-heroes left in DC continuity. I bet it's because she's the only one Superboy had sex with. She probably read his mind when he was looking at her at age sixteen and thinking, "I'd like to have sex with her!" She was flattered because she was too naïve to realize he was thinking that whenever he looked at any female Legionnaire. Also Superboy probably had sex with all of them. Why wouldn't he? The Legionnaires fucked everything that moved! It's what the entire series was based around.

Reggie and Saturn Girl escape while Alfred worries about another one of Batman's choices. How could Batman stick some guy who knew his identity into Arkham without at least erasing his mind first?! Hasn't he learned anything?!

Rating: Four dogs with split heads out of five dogs with split heads. Maybe even four and a half dogs with split heads. This is the first issue that makes me think Johns has the chops to pull this thing off. This issue was the secret origin of the new Rorschach and it may have taken me an hour to read. That's a compliment! Some reviewer said of the first issue of this series that it was a page turner that the reader devoured unlike Alan Moore's. That praise didn't sit right with me because it just screams of fluff and the same old bullshit tropes to make readers think they're reading something exciting. I want a comic book that forces me to take my time with it and this issue was finally that. If the rest of the series tanks, it may have been worth it for this issue alone. Hell, Mothman's story could have been a stand alone mini-comic that I would have raved about for minutes. Perhaps hours even. The one downside is that it didn't mention Doomsday's penis once.


Mother Panic: Gotham A.D. #1
By Houser, Moustafa, and Boyd

Rating: This might be better than the previous version. It also might be worse. It's hard to tell after just one issue, especially when that issue spends the majority of time reminding the reader that Mother Panic has been dumped in an alternate Gotham in an alternate time and an alternate place. Batman has gone missing in this Gotham, presumed dead by The Joker who noticed that nobody ever stops him killing people any more. The city isn't run by Owls either. Instead, The Collective (the organization behind Gather House and turning Violet Paige into Mother Panic) has taken control, turning Gotham into a great place to live (as long as you don't mind pretending you're living in a great place that actually sucks lady balls). The art fits the book, the sidekick character might be reminiscent of Hit-Girl but more likeable and cutesy, and something about Mother Panic's uniform makes me want to fuck her super hard. Not that I've ever fucked anything super hard. Unless almost sticking my penis inside of a vagina as my penis unwound its spool of silly string is an acceptable definition of fucking hard.


The Hellblazer #20
By Seeley, Fabbri, Dalla Vecchia, and Strachan

Rating: The art is terrible. Just awful. Maybe, occasionally, there's a shot of The Huntress's thighs that made me appreciate The Huntress's thighs just a little bit more than I did before. But that was one panel out of twenty pages of panels. That's about all the rant I have in me on that.

Remember when I used to be so harsh on artists and writers that I'd go on for multiple paragraphs trying to think up unique ways to use time travel to prevent their birth? And now that I've got a more private place to do it, you'd think I'd get even more blasphemous in my descriptions of Rube Goldberg machines that would destroy the fertility of the artist's mother's ovaries. But instead, I can only seem to write the equivalent of a shrug. And I think I know why that is.

When I got back into comic books and first began reading The New 52, I decided to take my time with each issue. I wanted to read carefully and examine each panel with a critical eye. I felt there was a mystery to be solved in this New 52. DC had to have some kind of a plan for their new universe. There had to be a genius reason behind throwing out all of their continuity to rebuild their superhero playground. I haven't reread them but I bet a lot of my early reviews were fairly innocent and upbeat. The jokes were at my own expense, exposing how dumb I was, never faulting the comic book. I chose to believe that I just couldn't fathom the secret depths of DC's huge plan. But ever so slowly, I began to see past the veil. DC had no plan. DC didn't know what they were doing. DC had put no thought into their idea and hired some of the worst comic book writers of all time to help them pretend they were doing something special. It drove me crazy and I began to attack every thing wrong with a merciless fervor.

Fans of DC that had jumped ship because of The New 52 had no sympathy for me. "You should have known," they commented, not really caring to engage with me but needing an outlet to pretend the temper tantrum they threw dropping DC was actually an intelligent and well-thought out choice. But these people didn't get it. DC had a chance to do something wonderful. They could have begun The New 52 with the idea that Rebirth or something like it would eventually happen. They could have had a plan in place. Things could have been foreshadowed across their entire line of comic books. What the people who instantly hated The New 52 failed to understand was that I was doing the science. I was out there running the numbers and doing the math and trying to solve the mystery of what DC was doing. So when I discovered that there was no substance behind The New 52, I took the passion I had for researching the mystery and applied it to mocking the fuck out of them. So, yeah. I eventually reached the same conclusion as all the butt-hurt fans who suddenly didn't have Wally West to jerk off over. But those fans dumped DC from the beginning of The New 52 without proof of its poorly thought out structure. They didn't have the numbers and the facts and the research that I had to back the opinion that The New 52 failed miserably. They claimed to have hated The New 52 but none of them really had to experience it in-depth like I did.

But now that everything is back to normal? I just don't fucking care enough to call Davide Fabbri's mother's twat a superfund site full of dog paddling sperm where the only babies made could either be creatures like the one from the movie Prophecy (not The Prophecy! That one doesn't have the creature I'm speaking of!) or artists that make me wish I'd been born deaf, dumb, and blind. Mostly blind. But I'll take being deaf as well so that nobody can tell me how bad the art is. I don't know why I chose to be dumb too. Maybe so I have a better chance of being a super smeller?

"So what about the story?" nobody is still reading this to ask. Well, the story's okay. It's by Tim Seeley and it features John Constantine and The Huntress. That's a combination that makes it impossible for a story to be terrible. But this is a comic book which means 75% of the reason people are reading it is for the art. And that art is horrible.

P.S. It's possible the terrible art is due to inker Christian Dalla Vecchia or colorist Carrie Strachan. If that's the case, apply all of my insults to their mother's vaginas and send my apologies to Davide's mom's twat.


Detective Comics #977
By Tynion IV, Fernandez, Barrows, Ferreira, Kalisz, and Lucas

Rating: I'm going to drop this comic book because I'm sick of typing that IV after Tynion's name. Also, I guess, for some other less important reasons. One of them is that I'm tired of Tynion's Bat-stories. Here are some things which Tynion thinks makes a good story: smartest kid on Earth thinks up super smart stuff that could revolutionize everything but uses it to stop petty criminals in Gotham; smartest kid on Earth meets other smartest kid on Earth and they smart things up; smartest kid on Earth makes older people look stupid and bitter and gender normative; smartest kid on Earth acts boring and bland and makes me throw up five times from extreme boredom. "Maybe can we have less smartest person in the DC Universe stories?" I say as I sit eager to read The Terrifics #2 because it only features the 3rd smartest person on Earth. "I can't wait to see how dumb heroes tackle problems!" I exclaim while shoving five Oreos into my mouth so that the Non-Certified Spouse in the next room hears, "GRRBBLE GRPDT FLBABBLOLL *hack sputter choke*!" Should I be concerned that she waited for ten minutes of silence after choking on the cookies to check on me?

Gross.

Justice League of America #27
By Orlando, Petrus, and Hi-Fi

Rating: More time travel nonsense with an added side of "Earth superheroes exist because some proto-superguy came to Earth in the Jurassic period and left a footprint." What a time to have just lost Lobo! He'd be immune to Chronos's plan to erase the idea of Earthly superheroes! I knew the Justice League of America was fucked when Lobo chose to leave. Mostly I knew that because it would cause me to stop raving about this comic book and begin treating it like every other shitty DC title. He was this book's Kevlar!

I wish Steve Orlando's name was Steve Orlando IV so I would have a good reason to drop this book.


Demon: Hell is Earth #5
By Constant, Walker, Hennessy, and Sotomayor

Rating: This comic book just reminds me that there was once a Demon comic book written by Alan Grant and drawn by Val Semeiks that was so entertaining that I didn't mind that I wasn't getting laid. Later after I totally laid a non-made-up girl that doesn't exist just for the sake of the story and so that I don't suffer the embarrassment of being another virgin on the Internet, I came to the conclusion that the comic book was better. That might be a controversial opinion because according to everybody who has ever had an orgasm, apparently nothing is better than an orgasm. That's something that I probably agree with so now my argument has been completely invalidated since even I don't support it. Maybe I should stop discussing orgasms before you begin trying to picture the contorted face I make when my totally real sex partner makes me orgasm. Here's a clue to help you visualize it: Disney log flume souvenir photo.

I would love to reread Grant's Demon comic book (along with the later issues by Ennis and McCrea) but those comic books are still in the basement of the house in which I grew up. The good news is that my mother is driving up to visit this summer and she's offered to bring up more comic books! The bad news is that my mother is coming up to visit!

I haven't even read this comic book and I'm purporting to rate it. I'm beginning to wonder if I even need to read the comic books I'm reviewing any more. It would certainly save me a lot of money. And as an added benefit, I could start reviewing Marvel books too!


Suicide Squad #38
By Williams, Derenick, and Arreola

Rating: I forgot to take this off of my pull list. Maybe my subconscious won't allow it. I try to cancel it but then I black out and wake up naked in a pile of old Ostrander issues. Maybe if I get hypnotized, I'll be able to do it. Because it really needs to be done. This comic book is so terrible that I'm beginning to fantasize about an Ann Nocenti version of the Squad drawn by Brett Booth.


The Terrifics #2
By Reis, Lemire, Luis, Tarragona, and Maiolo

First let me offer congratulations to the creative team for making Linnya Wazoo, the only female of the group, super hot. That might sound sarcastic because what female superhero isn't super hot, right? But it's not sarcastic. That congratulations comes from the bottom of my heart and the tip of something else. Probably my brain but don't make me declare that while hooked up to a lie detector unless you want to be offended. And if you want to be offended, just accept that, yes, I meant my erect penis. But seriously, you try not having an erect penis when looking at Tinnya Wazoo in that tight uniform.

Mister Terrific's uniform is just as tight but that only suggests that he has no genitalia. That Linnya has no discernible genitalia is hot because my mind is going crazy imagining what a woman looks like down there. I bet a woman's private place is just an image of a naked woman, right? That would be hot on so many levels. Probably.

I felt guilty, ashamed, and reprimanded when Linnya said, "Don't look at me."

I had a huge crush on a girl named Marilyn Mendoza in junior high. She spent every lunch in the library so I would too so that I could stare at her (I was with friends, of course! I didn't just sit their creepily alone. I was creepy while with friends). One day, her friends noticed me staring at her. As she walked out of the library, she came past my table and said, "I don't like being stared at." After that, I was heartbroken but I basically abandoned my crush and tried to ignore her. I stopped staring and just tried to not die from sadness. A few months later, she walked past me as I was going into the school wing with my locker and she said, "Don't go in there. I think a fight is about to break out." But I said I needed to go to my locker. At least I think I did. I might have said, "Grbble snack pediddle." It was hard to tell with my heart beating so loudly and my love machine whirring back into action.

Some time after that, we were sitting across from each other in the library passing notes back and forth. At one point, her note to me said, "You're weird." I don't know what I wrote in response to that. She responded, "I like you anyway." I didn't even know how to respond to that and, weirdly, stopped passing the note back and forth.

Some time after that, she convinced her friends to join the P.E. class that me and my friends were signing up for. During that class, she tried to casually give me one of her school pictures and I, shyly and stupidly, laughed it off and didn't take it.

If you're wondering what the fuck was wrong with me, you're still miles behind the amount of thought I've put into that.

Some time after that, at the end of the school year, she asked me if she could sign my 9th grade year book. She wrote a long note that seemed a bit form-letter-ish but was sweet and way more eloquent than the "P.S. I'll miss you" that I wrote in hers. Her cursive was beautiful and immaculate and she surrounded what she wrote with junior high school 80's designs. After signing her name, she wrote, "P.S. Say hi to Kim for me! JK!" Kim was a girl I'd known since elementary school and we always sat next to each other in class because our last names were so close alphabetically. We were friendly enough that I guess it seemed flirtatious. Being an anti-social shy nerd, I couldn't flirt. Also I didn't even know what "JK" meant.

Some time after that, in the middle of summer after 9th grade, my friend Sal was looking through my yearbook. He said, "Who is this girl who said she loves you?" And I was all, "What are you talking about, you stupid illiterate idiot?" He showed me Marilyn's note to me and sort of mixed in with the designs she'd made, she'd written, "Luv you, kid!" I never saw Marilyn Mendoza again.

So you see, children! The moral of this story is to stop staring at women when they want you to stop staring at them and they'll fall in love with you so that you can throw the entire potential of a doomed and awkward childhood romance into the toilet with your weird behaviors! Isn't love grand?!

That short story was probably better than 95% of all of the comic books I've ever read over my lifetime. That might sound arrogant but I'm just stating the non-subjective facts. "Non-subjective" means "objective"!

Linnya tells her origin story to the other Terrifics and I think it's supposed to be tragic but I wound up laughing a lot. See, she was on vacation with her parents when some space problem cropped up. For some reason, the ship they were in had an escape pod which only had room for one member of the crew. I suppose that makes sense because why would a ship the size of a Volkswagen house another ship the size of a Volkswagen to escape in case something happened to the first Volkswagen? But then it doesn't make sense either because why have an escape pod that only allows for one person in a ship to escape? That's going to make for a seriously tense game of roshambo.

Anyway, Linnya's parents send her off in the pod which subsequently gets sucked into the space problem while the parents go free. I bet they were kicking themselves for weeks over that mishap.

Luckily Linnya aged while stuck in phantom form without needing to eat or pee otherwise I'd be feeling even more shame and guilt over the way her uniform fits. She doesn't say how old she is but she must be that perfect female age where she's old enough so that nobody can arrest you for wanting to engage her in adult pastimes but young enough that she's not yet thirty and gross.

I learned that women don't matter after thirty from songs by Marina and the Diamonds and Lily Allen. I don't think they were meant as criticisms of that way of thinking at all!

Metamorpho tries to touch Phantom Girl without her consent and his hands pass right through her. He then apologizes but not, I think, for the non-consensual attempt at contact. I think he's sorry that his hand passed through her titties. That does seem inappropriate.

Um, so, the Terrifics escape the Dark Multiverse and everything works out. And in only two issues! I mean, there is the problem that they can't wander more than a few dozen feet away from one another without all of them dying painfully. But that's just a plot point to force them to work together for the entire run of this comic series. It's not a real issue!

Rating: I hate this comic book way less than I hate all of the other comic books I'm reading (aside from Batman and Mister Miracle and Snagglepuss and maybe Eternity Girl). I might even sort of like this book even though it features Plastic Man. Plus there hasn't been a bum like Linnya Wazoo's since the early days of The New 52 Supergirl!


Exit Stage Left: The Snagglepuss Chronicles #4
By Russell, Stilwell, Feehan, Vazquez, Parsons, Mounts, and Campbell

Rating: This is the kind of comic book that will get reviewers straining their intelligence muscles. It's the kind of book you have to talk smartly about or else your review site will look like it's run by rubes. It's the kind of comic book that requires footnotes and mentions of how much you know about specific events in history and how they differ from their portrayal here. It's the kind of review that I'd never do. My only criticism with it is that the anthropomorphic animals don't wear pants and yet I haven't seen one animal ding-dong or hoo-ha.

I didn't realize while writing the above with left leaning comic book reviewers in mind that it would be even more true for right leaning comic book reviewers. But apparently this is just the type of comic book that gets them to write about how much they know about history so that when they say, "This comic book is boring," it will have more authority than just saying, "I disagree with the obvious leftist slant in the politics and the most damning critique I can give it is saying, 'Meh.'"

Sometimes I think if my mind were erased and I was left as a blank slate with no knowledge of how the universe worked or what exactly was going on, but I still understood language (only the English language, of course. What am I? Not American?!), I would know instantly which side of the political aisle I belonged on just by which responses from one side to the other I enjoyed more. So I wouldn't be moved by "You're just shocking to be shocking" (or, even better, "You think you're shocking but you're not," which is just another way of saying, "I was shocked but I don't want to admit that you shocked me." Although what is "being shocked" anyway? Isn't that what humor is all about? You don't laugh because you see the punch line coming. You laugh because it jumps out from behind a bush and shoves its finger up your ass. No wait. That probably isn't a laughing matter because I just realized that analogy is rape) but I would totally be won over by "You've probably never made a woman come." After which, I might have to concede that the lame argument about people being shocking just to be shocking might have a granule of truth. Although, having been accused of "being shocking for the sake of being shocking" by boring people on the boring Internet, I can say that, from my perspective, most people aren't out there trying to be shocking. A lot of us just don't hold anything sacred and say things that make us laugh, figuring other people will find it funny as well.


Deathstork vs. Batman #30
By Priest, Pagulayan, Paz, and Cox

How many times have Batman and Deathstork fought now? Don't they do it every six months or so? I think DC Comics has a permanent Google Calendar alert set for this event. Occasionally they'll trash the Batman vs. Deathstork event and ramp it up so that it's Deathstork vs. Superman. I think sometime in the early 90s, the decision was made to alternate which hero Deathstork has to beat to continually prove that he's the best super-villain in the DC Universe. Although I don't think anybody at DC has thought of him as a villain since just after he stopped having sex with a minor. Since then, they're constantly playing up his mercenary with a sense of ethics card. When he fights with heroes, it's understood to be some kind of misunderstanding.

I guess he sometimes battles Wonder Woman too but since Daniel or Finch or Mrs. Finch was writing that story, I've mostly purged it from my memory.

Rating: Batman finds evidence that Damian might be Deathstork's son. He's desperate to finally learn if he can write Robin out of his will and he's willing to murder Deathstork's ability to make money from murder until he clears up the confusing newly discovered DNA results. Deathstork's response is to threaten Batman and Batman's family because that's never caused the violence to escalate in the past. What is wrong with these two guys? They know exactly what to say to make a conflict between them last for six issues. That's just long enough to sell as a graphic novel later.

My only question with regards to Batman and Deathstork constantly fighting is why does Batman allow Deathstork to keep killing? Is it because Batman knows he can't beat him? Or is it the same reason Batman lets Jason Todd go on killing? And Wonder Woman (who doesn't kill as often but also doesn't see the problem with it)? Is it because Batman's war on crime is only a war on random crime? He doesn't want random people dying due to criminal activity but it's okay if a criminal dies due to their criminal activity? That seems about right. He's got an old school sensibility about responsibility.

Or maybe Batman just figures if Deathstork were really a problem, Superman would throw him into the Phantom Zone. And since that has never happened (unless it has?), Deathstork must be a pretty swell guy.

Deathstork and Batman didn't fight much in this issue so Deathstork vs. Batman has started off in a disappointing manner. But since Priest is writing this, I bet he takes a completely different tack with it. I bet Batman and Deathstork simply face off on a matter of philosophy. Instead of trading punches, they'll trade biting existential remarks about the other's ideology. Preferably while sipping cappuccinos in a Paris café.


Sorry for such a long newsletter that was all comic reviews. Maybe next time I'll just draw a bunch of sexy Dick Grayson pictures. Goodbye, jerkos!

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!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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?

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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.