Showing posts with label Strangers in Paradise. Show all posts
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Saturday, October 3, 2026

Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea: The Newsletter #32 (Second Week of July 2018)

E!TACT #32
Music Reviews, Strangers in Paradise XXV #4, Kick-Ass #5, Exit Stage Left: The Snagglepuss Chronicles #6, Hit-Girl #5, New Super-man and the Justice League of China #24, and Facebooking with Grunion Guy!
By Grunion Guy


The Prologue!

I just learned that my comic books for the week of July 18th will be late because they were on a train bound for my local comic book shop that was also carrying toxic materials which spilled. That means all of my comic books for this week will now probably be issues of Daredevil and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.


Grunion Guy's Musical Corner of Music Reviews!

Your Song by Elton John. I mean Ewan McGregor? Whatever. The version from Moulin Rouge!
One thing I think I've heard but I can't totally be sure is that people constantly wonder who Carly Simon was singing about in "You're So Vain." But how come nobody ever wonders which song Elton John was talking about in "Your Song"? I suppose, like I did for a long time, people simply assume Elton John is singing about the song he's currently singing. The song he wrote is "Your Song." But that's not correct at all. The song is obviously sung from the perspective of a really awkward guy handing somebody else either a sheet of written music or a recorded track and telling them about how he wrote that song for them. But we never actually hear the song he wrote for the person. I like to imagine it's "Rocket Man."
     Another possible interpretation of this song is that the persona singing the song is just Bernie Taupin himself. He's all, "Hey, Elton. Here's another song I wrote for you. I don't mind if you tell everybody that it's your song. Go ahead and take credit for it. I don't care. I mean, I don't even remember what color your eyes are, that's how fucking chill I am. Just don't forget to pay me, darling."
     I wish there was a cut of Moulin Rouge where Nicole Kidman stands expectantly after Ewan McGregor finishes singing until he finally says, "Well? What do you think?" And then she's all, "I'm just waiting excitedly for the song you wrote for me since that obviously was just you telling me about how you wrote a song for me! I bet it's great!" And then Ewan panics and just starts singing Alice Cooper's "Roses on White Lace".
Grade: B+.


Oh Dear by Brandi Carlile
I'm not great at reviewing things because I treat every review as a discussion with another person who has experienced the thing I'm reviewing. That's because I think reviews that take care not to spoil the thing being reviewed (in the case of a book or movie) are too superficial to matter. People either want to have an in-depth discussion of experiencing the thing or want a Cliff's Note summary of the thing so they can pretend to speak on it as if they'd developed their own opinions on it. The latter reason for reading reviews probably stems from a fear of not being completely plugged in to popular culture and having to admit to somebody at some party that you haven't formulated an opinion on every single event in popular culture over the last forty years. I prefer to either have something extremely witty and precise to say about something I've personally experienced than to vomit somebody else's opinions on that thing. But I can see why people would feel they need to have an opinion on everything. And I hope you use some of the things I say in discussions while pretending you came up with them yourself. It would be so flattering!
     All that is to say this: what I'm about to say about this song, you won't understand unless you've heard the song. And even then, you might simply think, "You're an idiot, Grunion Guy." Of course if you think that, I hope you think, immediately after, that I'm thinking, "Fuck you, asshole!"
      I can't help thinking that this song plays on an endless loop in Velma's head every time Fred and Daphne go off together to "hunt for Daphne's clit." Whoops! That didn't need quotes! What I meant to say was "hunt for ghosts" as the euphemism for what I actually typed. Sorry about that! Anyway, this song is about yearning and loneliness and being scared while chasing ghosts in a van deep in the dark woods. That might not be said explicitly in the lyrics (although it comes quite close!) but the yodeling definitely comes across as setting the tone of the dark woods.
     Don't question me in that tone! I already told you what you can and can't think after reading my opinions! Anyway, the only thing I'm not sure about is if Velma is yearning for Fred or Daphne.
Rating: B.


This Song by Ookla the Mok
Unlike "Your Song" by Elton John, "This Song" is actually about this song. You can tell because when Ookla the Mok sing, "This song is over now," the song ends. When Elton John sings about the song being finished, it keeps going for two more minutes. Because he finished writing the song he sings about in "Your Song" but he never gets around to singing it.
     "This Song" simply describes "This Song" and since it's just a song about describing itself, it doesn't have a lot to say. It would be interesting if it was all, "This song will make your head explode in five days!" But it doesn't do that (thankfully! It might be interesting but I would spend the next five days terrified and possibly wrapping my head in duct tape hoping to keep it together by the end of day five (I wonder if duct tape would keep my head from exploding? I wish the Mythbusters were still around)). It just points out the song is kind of weak and short. It might house a secret message that I'm too stupid to figure out.
Grade: C-.


Be My Dark Angel by Electric Six
This song is about a guy who crosses the street to fry an egg on the face of the woman he wants to fuck. It might be the most relatable lyrics Electric Six have ever written! Especially the part about asking the lady to be his Capri Sun. I guess that means Mr. Valentine has sex by poking his penis into a woman's nether regions for five minutes until he finally gets his penis in the hole.
     This is a really progressive song because in the middle of it, he just lists all the different races of girls he'd like to have sex with. That's called being a good ally.
     If you decide to listen to this because I gave it a good grade, you should be forewarned: at one point he mentions that the Jacksons are reuniting and going on tour. This isn't true. Michael Jackson died like nine years ago. This song is from 2005 so it was probably true then. I bet Electric Six was paid good money to advertise the new Jackson 5 tour. Heck, I suppose it could be true now even though Michael is dead. It's not like he was ever part of any Jackson reunion tour anyway.
Grade: B-.


The Great American Success Story by Alice Cooper
Alice Cooper has a song called "The Man with the Golden Gun" that was almost certainly written to be the theme song for the movie. He also wrote "The Man Behind the Mask" which was used in one of the Friday the 13th movies. He wrote "Prince of Darkness" for the movie, Prince of Darkness. A movie was written based on his song "Road Rats." "I am the Future" played over the credits for Class of 1984. What I'm suggesting is that Alice Cooper has had a long history of songs being written exclusively for movies (as well as some other things I suggested that don't fit that particular argument. Sue me!). So when I first heard this song on Constrictor, I thought, "Was this song supposed to be the theme song for Rodney Dangerfield's Back to School?" Since that time, the Internet has become a thing and I could easily verify that fact. But I enjoy living in a world where I trust my own assumptions! If I think a thought, it must be true or else how could I have thought it?! Answer me that, genius!
      In one line of this song, Alice sings, "He's staring at her legs but he's thinking 'bout her face." The word that face is supposed to rhyme with is "class." I like to believe that Alice makes a huge, over-emphasized wink to the crowd when he sings this song in concert and then says, "You get what I meant to say, right?!" He loves doing that trick. In "I Love America," he sings "flirt" where he obviously means to say "fuck." I bet he winks really big when he sings that song too! What a joker this guy is!
Grade: C.


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Comic Book Reviews!

Strangers in Paradise XXV #4
By Terry Moore

Why does Terry Moore insist on a nearly completely black cover? Is it so every single issue will retain proof that it has been read? Unless you put on rubber gloves, you can't not wind up with greasy fingerprints all over the stupid thing!

Unless...maybe...am I just a filthy, greasy monster? Do most people wash their hands enough that they don't leave greasy prints on glossy black comic book covers?

No, you know what? I'm unasking that question. I don't want to know if I'm generally more disgusting than the rest of humanity! Besides, most of you will probably lie just to seem cleaner. I'm the only one out here speaking the truth!

Rating: I forget. All my reviews of this comic book are about the damned black back covers! Anyway, it was Strangers in Paradise. Does it need a review? Oh, fine. Katchoo, the Katchoo-looking character, finally catches up to Stephanie, the Jet-looking character. They both have rose tattoos like all the female characters in Strangers in Paradise except Francine. That means they're deadly sex monsters. Later, Tambi, the Dolph-Lundgren-looking character, returns to the story to help Katchoo destroy the last of the off-the-leash deadly sex monsters. That wasn't a rating. It was a synopsis. You get what you pay for.


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Kick-Ass #5
By Millar and Romita Jr.

For some unknown reason, Hit-Girl is on the cover of this issue. But she doesn't make an appearance. Does that mean Hit-Girl will save the new Kick-Ass in the final issue and somebody fucked up with the cover? Or does it mean I'm living in a reality where nothing makes any sense and nobody gives a fuck? I can't even remember if Hit-Girl had a scene in one of the previous issues. Maybe she's hunting Violencia and will just happen to wind up at the right place at the right time in the final issue. Kick-Ass is going to need some kind of deus ex machina to save the day being that Millar has put her in an unwinnable situation.

But then again, "unwinnable situations" are the hallmark of Kick-Ass comic books. They're injected into the narrative so that the Fangenders can think, "Yep! This is how these kinds of things would really go down in real life. A lone vigilante can't stand against the power and money and weapons and violence of criminal organizations! They'd totally get caught and beaten within an inch of their life, if not outright killed! Kudos to realism, Millar! Bravo!" And usually that's when Hit-Girl arrives to say, "Look at me! I'm a tween monster assassin with only the most basic of morality informing my hyper-violent tendencies! I can solve any problem and survive any situation! I'm here to remind you that this is a comic book and I'm the superhero that saves the day so that you can continue to believe all the Kick-Ass parts of the story were still quite realistic. All the comic book stuff resides in me and my ridiculousness! But it's also why I'm your favorite part! Because you don't really want to read books where the nerd in a costume gets killed living your Fangender wet dream! I'm going to stop here because I don't want to get into the creepiness index of needing your savior to be an eleven year old girl."

Grade: I'm changing this part of my review from "rating" to "grade" because I can do whatever I want. Plus it's easier to just say "C-" than to ramble for a full paragraph and then never provide any sense of how well the comic book was written or drawn. I've never been any good at that anyway. Other comic book reviewers just throw that shit in because it's tradition. "Okay. So I've summed up the story in the most boring way possible and now I should probably mention the art. It's good to say how it hinders or uplifts the tone of the script. And I should mention how well both the penciller and the inker did their jobs even if I don't really understand how a person tells who did what. Then maybe knock off a line about the colorist making things bright or gloomy or using a specific palette that worked well with the themes. After that, I'll give a cursory nod to the letterer even though nobody fucking cares about that part of the process. Then I'll give it a random number of stars out of another random number of stars, insisting that it's a fair review and completely unbiased because that's important for some reason. Inject your own bias and personality and terrifying secrets from your childhood into a comic book review?! Who would be so gauche?!"

Anyway, this comic book gets a C-.


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Exit Stage Left: The Snagglepuss Chronicles #6
By Russell, Stilwell, Feehan, Vazquez, Parsons, Mounts, and Campbell

Grade: A+. This comic book finally gets around to the point of the series: explaining why Snagglepuss first appeared in the Hanna-Barbera cartoons as an orange cat named Snaggletooth! I knew there'd be a point to all of the nonsensical blather Russell has been writing for the last five issues!

If you want to know the reason, you'll have to buy the collected series when it comes out as a trade paperback. I'm not going to spoil it for you! Mostly because I can't repeat all of the poetic commentary on society that Russell puts in as filler before getting to the big Snaggletooth reveal! Which I totally spoiled. But that's okay because, really, all that great filler is the real reason to read this masterpiece.


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Hit-Girl #5
By Lemire and Risso

I know I said I would stop buying this comic book because it was too depressingly violent for a comic book that's supposed to take place in a non-comic book world. But then I remembered it is a comic book and Hit-Girl is the one part of the Kick-Ass world that's supposed to remind the audience that it's all a comic book and also that I don't have anything better to do than to read comic books anyway. Plus it's written by Jeff Lemire and when is the last time he wrote something that made me think, "Aquaman is a fucking dick." Oh yeah! When he wrote Aquaman!

I know that sentence that began "Plus it's written by" went completely off the rails and made no sense. You don't have to remind me that I'm a terrible writer. I have to live with this legacy, you know! I think it about it all the time!

The back of the comic book reads, "The world's deadliest tween superhero is on a mission to serve justice around the globe." It could just as easily read, "The world's most tween sociopath is on a mission to satiate her lust for blood around the globe." My version might even be more accurate.


Try to remember that this is a tween girl before you start jacking off to this image, you virgin nerds. But also remember it's a fictional drawing. So maybe jerking off to it is okay? Who am I to clarify morally ambiguous gray areas?! It would be so much easier if this stuff was all clearly explained in The Bible. But instead, The Bible is all, "Hey? You guys want to read some hot father on daughter action in a cave? Don't worry! The father is drunk so he doesn't know he's totally banging his hot daughters."

20/20's "What Would You Do?" segment should do one where they leave some daughters in a cave with their father and some wine to see if they'd be all, "Whoa. Has the world ended? I need some dick so badly right now!" They should do a segment on all the stories of Genesis! "What would you do if your father was passed out naked in a tent? Would you look directly at his nakedness? Would you avert your eyes as you covered him up? Would you just mind your own fucking business and, maybe, over dinner bring up your concerns about his drinking habits?" "What would you do if 'God' asked you to kill your only child? Would you attempt to do it? Would you later write accounts of the story pretending that the child was the child that matters to your religion even though Isaac was never Abraham's 'only child' and it must have been Ismael in that story? We see your subtle manipulations of Biblical history, The Bible."

I almost said "We see your subtle manipulations of the truth" in that last sentence but I couldn't bring myself to imply that anything in The Bible is true.

Mindy currently has her foot caught in a bear trap and she's going to hack it off to escape. Because that's the only way to get out of a bear trap when you're a weak tween girl assassin. It's a weird place to begin the story if you've forgotten you were reading a comic book. The main rule of comic books is this: "Remember when comic books used to sit on a rack and not on a shelf already placed securely in Mylar with a piece of tape to stave off virgins reading the product without buying it? Well, we, the Comic Book Publishers Conglomerate of America still demand our comics be written according to the good old days. And the number one way to get kids to buy comic books is to let them know on the first couple of pages that the protagonist will be facing a super duper exciting dilemma! This dilemma must be mentioned early before the soda jerk behind the counter has time to notice and yell, 'Hey, you pesky kids! This ain't no library! Git outta here!' But that kid will drop an easy nickel on the book if those pages were exciting enough!"

I know it's a pretty lengthy rule but I didn't write it! I'm just reporting the findings of my deep cover investigation into why comic books continue to use outdated writing tropes that don't really add anything to the story being told.

Hit-Girl's super-power is the opposite of Batman's. He strikes fear into the hearts of criminals which doesn't stop crime because most of the crime isn't caused because somebody was sitting around bored and thought, "Crime would be fun! As long as no scary vigilante is out there to stop me! If there was, I'd definitely not do crime!" Most crime is crimed out of desperation and/or the need for drug money. Neither of those care about the fear of a Batman. Hit-Girl's super power is killing criminals immediately no matter what crime they've done or will do which totally stops them from doing future crimes. Once again, I'm not hear to clear up age old philosophical quandaries about morally grey aspects of living in our current reality. And since I'm not here to do that, I can only conclude that Hit-Girl is more competent at stopping crime. I almost said she's more competent at being an advocate for justice but the whole idea of justice resides in that morally gray area. I mean, is it just to kill somebody for a minor infraction of the law? Who's to say?! Not me!

You might be thinking, "What the fuck? Is Grunion Guy being paid off by the NRA now?" And I would answer, "You aren't allowed to access my list of donors, you stupid pacifist! Pew pew!"

Anyway, Hit-Girl murders a bunch of people in gory details before going off to Northern Canada and getting her foot caught in a bear trap. But not before she murders some drug lord's son which means the drug lord is going to send so many guys after her that she'll kill them all easily.

Grade: C+.


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New Super-man and the Justice League of China #24
By Yang, Peeples, Santorelli, and Hi-Fi

Master I-Ching tells Kenan, "Let go of the goodness that can never be. And embrace the goodness that is." Sure, it's a bit like Obi Wan's advice to Luke. Or Yoda's advice to Luke. I don't know. It was somebody's advice to Luke, I'm fairly certain. Did Luke ever go to a 12 Step planet where he learned about the wisdom to know the difference between things you can and can't control? I-Ching's wisdom is also a slight variation on forgiving not for the other person but so that you can move on. It seems sappy and overly optimistic and a bit too happy ending on the surface of it. But I think, ultimately, it represents a kind of maturity. Stop wishing things could have been different because you can't do anything about the past. Concentrate on the present good. Work on making the present good a future joy. At the very least, reconciling the past so that it doesn't poison your future can't be anything but a positive step forward. And it takes maturity to let go of the anger and resentment of things that are set in stone.

There's a lot to be said for embracing maturity. I don't mean you have to wear a suit and stop making dick jokes in reviews about terrible comic books. The World Cup just ended so let me make a World Cup analogy (this might be a first! I'm actively making a terrible analogy and about a sport I don't care about at all!): if your first reaction to contact from an opposing player is to dramatically fall to the ground and act hurt, you've yet to reach the level of maturity I'm talking about. Playing through the buffeting from the other player, or the slide tackle, or even their overly aggressive tactics to simply concentrate on your game and your actions and the things you can control seems to me the way to approach life. I feel like I did a pretty good job of getting there in the latter half of my thirties.

Maybe writing comic book reviews that use over-the-top hyperbole while spouting whiny complaints and nitpicky critiques has become the steam valve for other aspects of my life. I get all the shit out here in a fun and whimsical way so that I don't bore my drinking buddies with long-winded maudlin grumbles about never really having a father in my life or my mother's lack of attention due to her constant battle with my out-of-control sister! I've just come to accept those were things I dealt with and so what? It made me the genius I am today!

Grade: B-.


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Facebooking with Grunion Guy!

On this week's episode, "World Emoji Day!"




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The End Part!

Speaking of Facebook, it's the ultimate modern dramatic monologue. All these people out there not realizing how everything they say is simply exposing their inner hearts. And then they don't want anybody calling them out on it because that's mean and uncivil. I have no problem saying, explicitly, what I think and feel. If somebody feels uncomfortable saying what they think and feel because they know they're going to be called out on it, maybe they should work out why those ideas anger people. Maybe they should stop viewing the world as intolerant of their terrible beliefs and start viewing themselves as intolerant people. Embrace that shit, you monster! It would be much easier to debate somebody who says what they think instead of all these cowards trying to debate about some weird, vague analogy that doesn't quite approach their real positions because they know those positions are terrible.

We can't have an honest conversation about systemic racial bias in the justice system if the people who think the justice system is fine think that because they're also racially biased but will never admit to it. You can't just respond to police taking the justice system into their own hands and murdering people instead of apprehending them by saying things like, "Don't do anything wrong and you'll be okay," or "Not all cops!" We see what you're really saying when you do because cops don't just kill people committing crimes. And even if they did only kill people committing crimes or trying to run from police, isn't that a fucking problem all on its own?! Who is out here thinking cops should have the right to administer the death penalty simply because a person suspected of a crime runs? Or gets confused over multiple police yelling instructions at them? Or disrespects a cop because the cop is being an aggressive abuser of his power? Just believing that any of that is okay makes you a terrible person in my eyes. Keep defending bullshit, my Facebook Fra Lippo Lippi. We see you, motherfucker.

Later, jerkos!

Thursday, January 1, 2026

Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea: The Newsletter #16 (Fourth Week of March 2018)

E!TACT! #16
The Terrifics #1, Strangers in Paradise XXV #2, Exit Stage Left: The Snagglepuss Chronicles #3, Deathstroke #29, Black Lightning: Cold, Dead Hands #5, and Letters to Me!
By Grunion Guy


This week, let's start with a letter:

Upright: So why’d you leave the website and turn to newsletters?

My reply: I liked the idea of doing something that was more akin to a zine than a web page. I had been playing with the idea of doing a monthly roleplaying zine to publish digitally for a dollar. It was going to be a companion piece to my cribbage roleplaying game with lots of other features. I'd even designed most of the first issue but realized I was way too far ahead of myself. I still needed to get art for the cRPG (cribbage roleplaying game and not computer roleplaying game. Maybe I need different shorthand for it) and make some tweaks with the game world.

About the same time, I was drifting away from reading as many comic books as I had been and didn't feel like writing about most of the ones I kept reading (being that the worst comic books were the most fun to write about and those were the books I had stopped reading). Plus the comic book branding on the site was never as great as it should have been being that I didn't give a fuck. What the hell does the gibberish name "Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea" have to do with comic books anyway? And what kind of review site barely reviews the comic books they're writing about due to constantly segueing into "made-up" stories like masturbating in the bathroom sink (which was totally made up and not just in the way that somebody insists that something embarrassing is made-up so that the person thinks it's true because they're protesting too much but in the way where a person protests just enough so the reader thinks, "Yeah, that totally can't be true. Gross.").

So I was looking for a change and thought that before I try to publish things on Amazon or whatever online publisher isn't akin to sucking the devil's cock, I thought this could be an interesting hybrid idea. I figured I could begin doing shorter comic book reviews by dropping most of the comic book review but keeping all the tangents. Then I thought I would add more features as I went along to make it more zine-like. It would be more like my original Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea blog idea than the comic book pseudo-review site it became.

One other thing before another thing and then a final thing: people who follow you on social media sites probably rarely see anything you post. When you see a person on Twitter or Tumblr and they follow more than a few dozen people, you realize that they may as well not be following anybody. They certainly aren't seeing everything every follower posts which says to me that they don't really give a shit about any of the people they follow. I mean, obviously they do or they wouldn't follow them. But when you follow your 968th person on Twitter, do you really think you're going to see much of anything that person posts? Maybe people are spending a lot more time on these social media sites than I give them credit for!

Anyway, I decided that anybody who still felt the things I write to entertain myself were still entertaining to them, they could follow me this way. And then when they wanted to stop following me because I hurt their stupid gun loving Republican feelings, they could unsubscribe. At the very least, I'd have a better gauge on how many people were, in some small way, feeling entertained by stuff that entertains me.

The other thing: most of the people on the Internet don't deserve most of the things on the Internet. So this is my velvet rope to keep out the morons.

That final thing I mentioned: in a future Newsletter, I will start trying to sell things. I just have to finish a few of them and find an artist. And then decide how to publish them. I'm really looking forward to selling everybody a copy of The Chicken by the Gate.

I still (rarely) post reviews on the website. But only to remind people that this is where I'm really spending my time. I mean the time I'm not spending playing Fortnite and Overwatch.

It's also possible that all of that is bullshit and a therapist would realize that the only reason I spent so much time working on the website previously was because it was also time spent hanging out with my cat Judas. Once he died, it just wasn't the same anymore. But that imagined therapist can go fuck herself for making me sad all over again. Stupid jerk!


Comic Book Reviews!

The Terrifics #1
By Reis, Lemire, Prado, and Maiolo


I don't know why I scanned the middle part of the triple sized vertical cover when the bottom part is the most interesting because it features Tom Strong.

There was a time when putting Plastic Man into your mainstream comic book meant you didn't give a fuck about your comic book. It screamed "This comic book is a silly piece of shit that nobody is going to take seriously." Which is weird because I've always thought that that was how comic books should always present themselves. Unless, of course, you're Chris Ware and then your comic book should scream, "You are going to weep harder than that time that life kicked you square in the crotch and then pissed on your face and recorded it to play back in front of all of your loved ones every time they almost thought perhaps they might be a little bit proud of you."

Writers should never fear putting whimsically silly characters into their comic books. But the problem with most writers is that they're writers. And writers often have this pressing need to seem profound and intellectual. If I were allowed to declare who could be a writer and who couldn't, I'd immediately disqualify all men with severe daddy issues who need to prove themselves to the world. I think we've had enough of those. Besides, why aren't they going into Wall Street with the other "Daddy! Daddy! My bank account proves I'm not a failure!" asshats? Then they'd have to pass my only test. I'd put them alone in a room with a covered easel (and hidden cameras, of course!). Then I'd press a button and the sheet would drop from the easel where a canvas would rest with simply the word "fart" on it. If they sneered or rolled their eyes or clutched their "I'm above this kind of juvenile bullshit" pearls, I'd announce that they couldn't be a writer. Right after I filled the room with my stored farts, of course.

Maybe it's a good thing I'm not in charge of who gets to write. I suppose some highbrow bullshit that gets you thinking about stuff I never want to think about is good for somebody somewhere. But I'd rather read Vonnegut than Hemingway. I'd also rather force people to do what I would do.

But then maybe I should also remember that I'm re-reading a bunch of Piers Anthony books currently. I'm not sure I'd say he's a sexist writer but his works are definitely burdened by the male chauvinistic attitudes of mid to late twentieth century thinking. I know I'm supposed to be commenting on The Terrifics #1 but here's an excerpt from A Spell for Chameleon, a book written in 1977 which won the Novel of the Year from the British Fantasy Society. I meant to write some kind of essay on the sexist and gendered attitudes in the Xanth novels but I'm too lazy to get into that kind of structured bullshit. That stuff is written by people who don't smirk at the word "farts."

Excerpt from A Spell for Chameleon (for review purposes only or something. Stupid Pickle Boy was supposed to get his law degree to help me out with junk like this but did he? Nooooo! He decided he'd rather work at Subway):

The others arrived: two men and three young women. The men were ordinary, bearded farmers, one young, one middle-aged; the girls ranged from indifferent to ravishing. Bink forced his eyes away from the prettiest one lest he stare. She was the most voluptuous, striking, black-haired beauty he had ever seen, a diamond in the mud of this region.
     "Now the six of you sit down across from each other at this table," the bailiff said in his official voice. "I'll do the talking when the judge comes. Mind you, this is a play—but it's secret. When I swear you in, it's for keeps—absolutely no blabbing about the details after you get out, understand?"
     They all nodded. Bink was becoming more perplexed. He now understood about playing opposite a sweet young thing—but what kind of play was this, with an audience of one, that no one was permitted to report on later? Well, so be it; maybe it was a kind of magic.
     The three men sat in a row on one side of the table, and the three girls faced them. Bink was opposite the beautiful one; her knees touched his, for the table was narrow. They were silky smooth, sending a shiver of appreciation up his legs. Remember Sabrina! he told himself. He was not ordinarily swayed by a pretty face, but this was an extraordinary face. It didn't help that she wore a tight sweater. What a figure!
     The judge entered—a portly man with impressive paunch and sideburns. "All stand," the bailiff said.
     They all stood respectfully.
     The judge took a seat at the end of the table and the bailiff moved to the far side. They all sat down.
     "Do you three ladies swear to tell no truth other than that presented in this hearing, any time, anywhere, and to shut up about that?" the bailiff demanded.
     "We do," the girls chorused.
     "And do you three louts swear the same?"
     "We do," Bink said with the others. If he was supposed to lie here, but never to talk about it outside, did that mean it wasn't really a lie? The bailiff knew what was true and what was false, presumably, so in effect—
     "Now this is the hearing for an alleged rape," the bailiff announced. Bink, shocked, tried to conceal his dismay. Were they supposed to act out a rape?
     "Among these present," the bailiff continued, "is the girl who says she was raped—and the man she charges. He says it happened but it was voluntary. That right, men?"
     Bink nodded vigorously along with the others. Brother! He would rather have chopped wood for his night's lodging. Here he was, possibly lying about a rape he never committed.
     "This is done anonymously to protect the reputation of those involved," the bailiff said. "So's to have an advisory opinion, in the presence of the first parties, without advertising it to the whole community."
     Bink was beginning to understand. A girl who had been raped could be ruined, though it was no fault of her own; many men would refuse to marry her for that reason alone. Thus she could win her case but lose her future. A man guilty of rape could be exiled, and a man accused of rape would be viewed with suspicion, complicating his own future. It was almost, he thought grimly, as serious a crime as having no magic. Getting at the truth could be a very delicate matter, not something either party would want to advertise in a pubic trial. Win or lose, reputations would suffer grievously. Yet how could justice be done if it never came to trial? Thus this private, semianonymous hearing. Would it suffice?
     "She says she was walking down by the Gap," the bailiff said, glancing at his notes. "He came up behind her, grabbed her, and raped her. Right, girls?"
      The three girls nodded, each looking hurt and angry. The vigorous head motion caused the knee of the girl facing Bink to shake, and another ripple of suggestion traveled up his leg. What an opposite lady, in what a play!
     "He says he was standing there and she came up and made a suggestion and he took her up on it. Right, men?"
     Bink nodded with the others. He hoped his side won; this was nervous business.
     Now the judge spoke. "Was it close to a house?"
     "'Bout a hundred feet," the bailiff said.
      "Then why did she not scream?"
     "He said he'd push her off the brink if she made a sound," the bailiff replied. "She was frozen in terror. Right, girls?"
     They nodded—and each looked momentarily terrified. Bink wondered which of the three had actually been raped. Then he corrected his thought hastily: which one had made the accusation? He hoped it wasn't the one opposite him.
     "Were the two known to each other prior to the occasion?"
     "Yes, Your Honor."
      "Then I presume she would have fled him at the outset, had she disliked him—and that he would not have forced her if she trusted him. In a small community like this, people get to know each other very well, and there are few actual surprises. This is not conclusive, but it strongly suggests she had no strong aversion to contact with him, and may have tempted him with consequence she later regretted. I would probably, were this case to come up in formal court, find the man not guilty of the charge, by virtue of reasonable doubt."
      The three men relaxed. Bink became aware of a trickle of sweat on his forehead, generated while he listened to the judge's potential decision.
      "Okay, you have the judge's ifso," said the bailiff. "You girls still want to bring it to open trial?"
      Grim-faced, looking betrayed, the three girls shook their heads, no. Bink felt sorry for his opposite. How could she avoid being seductive? She was a creature constructed for no other visible purpose than ra—than love.
     "Then take off," the bailiff said. "Remember—no talking outside, or we'll have a real trial, for contempt of court." The warning seemed superfluous; the girls would hardly be talking about this one. The guilty—uh, innocent—man would also shutup, and Bink himself just wanted to get clear of this village. That left only one man who might want to talk—but if he breathed a word, all the others would know who had blabbed. There would be silence.


That's...um...that's quite the scene, Piers. Maybe this was Mr. Anthony's Shakespeare moment where he got to put a play within a play. But what a weird fucking play in what is supposedly a light-hearted fantasy adventure. I suspect Piers thought he had figured out the way to deal with rape charges in a sensible fashion. Which makes it even more odd that, throughout the entire scene, Bink focuses on the erection he has over the woman sitting across from him. He even lets his mind wander to how she's made for rape! What the fuck, Piers?!

So in Mr. Anthony's world, the worst part about rape isn't the rape. It's that the rape trial ruins the reputation of both the accused and accuser, no matter the jury's decision. So it's best to hold the trial in front of a male judge who seems to believe that all rape cases should end in clearing the name of the accused due to reasonable doubt. Unless, I suppose, there was a witness. Although if there was a witness who was against rape, I would assume they would have stopped the rape. If the witness was pro-rape and probably jerking off while watching, why would that witness bother to come forward? Or would he be forced to come forward with two people who weren't him and they would all just shake their heads no when asked if they saw anything?

It's a weird fucking moment in this book that won best fantasy novel of the year. And while it seems to me that Piers Anthony really thought he was coming up with a sensitive way to deal with bringing rape to trial, he simply just reiterated how rape is dealt with at trial anyway! The guy is almost always protected and seen as innocent while the woman is blamed through questioning her actions. How is Piers rape justice any better than the reality? In fact, it's actually worse. What Piers seems to be suggesting is a way to bring rape to trial so that the man, who will not be found guilty anyway, gets to also keep his non-rape reputation intact!

And that part where Bink thinks about the woman across from him being made for rape and how she can't help seducing people? It's, unbelievably, not the worst part. Later when Bink asks the bailiff to give him directions, the bailiff explains that Wynne, the seductress that sat across from him, can help him. Bink is suddenly nervous that if he's alone with her, she'll accuse him of rape. The bailiff identifies her as, "Your opposite. The one you almost raped." He then pauses for a moment and then says, "Not that I blame you."

Jesus fucking Christ! I'd better just read The Terrifics #1 now before I mention how the males in the rest of the Xanth books think about women! It's fucking terrible. The Terribles!

Back to The Terrifics #1
By those guys I mentioned previously

Mister Terrific begins the book by calling all but three people on Earth sheep-like zombies without an ounce of curiosity or intellect. It's possible he's talking about less people than that but seeing as how he's the third smartest person on Earth (behind two other men who are men), I feel like he's rubbing his giant brain penis all over my face. It turns out I don't like it as much as I thought I would.

Mister Terrific's opening speech is probably meant to impress me. He refuses to be ignorant of any part of the mystery of the universe. He says, "I demand to know the answers. I seek out these mysteries and solve them. I wrangle the unknowable...and pin the impossible down." Aside from the titillating sexual imagery of this statement, I'm not a fan. It just shows he's as needy for meaning as the faithful! Let some of it go, man! You can't solve every mystery of the universe because you're a human being which means you're basically a narcissist which means your ultimate search for truth is a search for a reason for your personal existence. There isn't a reason, man! You're a cosmic accident and you're either lucky or unlucky to have been born into whatever this reality happens to be for. It exists because it exists and you exist because you exist and tautologies exist because sometimes there is no other reason for something than that thing's own being. Besides, you're an atheist in a world where gods and devils have been proven to exist. How smart can you actually be?!

Oh, Mister Terrific ends that sexy wrestling quote with "I guess that's why they call me Mr. Terrific." No. That's why you call yourself Mr. Terrific! You made up your own superhero nickname. You chose to be called Mr. Terrific and that's why people call you Mr. Terrific! I think we're back to tautologies!


I'm fairly certain saying that to a caveman is some kind of racist. Speciesest, maybe?

Mr. Terrific, Metamorpho, and Plastic Man all wind up in the Dark Multiverse so they can find the fourth member of The Terrifics, Linnya Wazzo. It's not as funny as Tiny Wazoo but I'm still chuckling. She's one of them Phantom Girls from that comic book about teenagers fucking each other constantly. They also meet a hologram of Tom Strong which declares Tom Strong is probably dead and the people who found the hologram had better be some kind of godlike hero because it's now up to them to save the universe.

The Terrifics #1 Rating: Didn't the universe just get saved in Metal? How many times is this stupid universe going to need saving? The worst conceit of comic books is that humans (or humanoid alien equivalents) need to act as property managers for the universe. I'm pretty sure it's doing fine. And if somebody comes along to destroy it because they're a super-villain with a really terrible plan (I mean, why would you want to destroy the reality in which you live? I guess they must all be super depressed. Maybe I should re-read Crisis on Infinite Earths keeping in mind that the Anti-Monitor is just mentally ill), isn't that just part of the universe taking care of itself (poorly, I admit)?

Anyway, I hope Tom Strong isn't really dead or else this comic book is terrible. Although Tom Strong not written by Alan Moore is probably better off dead, right?


Strangers in Paradise XXV #2
By Moore

I don't know how to feel about this. I already did my last of my lifetime re-read of the complete Strangers in Paradise and now Terry Moore is adding another chapter to the story? (This is where everybody reading thinks, "Now here comes the "more/Moore" joke!" This is also where I say, "Fuck you! I'm no hack!" Then I think, "See, Brain? You don't know everything, do you?! I knew that more/Moore joke was way too easy! I'm glad I listen to you, Penis.")

I suppose I could have refused to purchase it. But then where would I get my fill of sort-of-lesbian stories that don't devolve into complete pornography? Nowhere on the Internet, that's certain. Although now that I've described Strangers in Paradise as "sort-of-lesbian stories that don't devolve into complete pornography," I'm beginning to wonder what the appeal was. Perhaps the appeal was that, while reading it, I was anticipating the devolving into complete pornography which is what kept me hooked. Only now, after the series was finished, do I realize it was the biggest blue balls of my life. At least Elfquest finished up with a huge elf orgy!

Maybe that's why I didn't continue to read all the Elfquest stories after "Kings of the Broken Wheel." Because I already nutted! Although it probably has more to do with Wendy and Richard Pini setting up an Elfquest fan-fiction publication and brought Marv Wolfman into the mix in some way. I don't remember if he actually did anything. I just remember him being at the Elfquest Movie panel at San Diego Comic-con which caused me to think, "I guess some elves are going to be raped in the movie?"

Mentioning rape reminds me that I should get around to finishing my Places and Predators Hero Text Adventure. For one of the puzzles, there was going to be a magic wand that removes the first letter of any object to turn it into a new object. I thought about having a grape in the game so if somebody used the wand on it, the response would just be, "NO." Or maybe, since the object of the game is to buy the perfect present for the Hero's girlfriend, the Virgin, I could allow the player to make the most horrible choice they could ever make in a game. I wonder if I can program an EMP to go off via Inform?

Although I guess I already did that in my webcomic, Dwarf Lover (not the EMP! The part where the reader chooses to rape somebody!). Part of the series was in Choose Your Own Adventure format and one of the choices led the reader to attempt rape. The choices weren't "Do you rape Sheila?" and "Do you not do something terrible even though you're chaotic evil?" It was a little more ambiguous. Maybe I should have put a Content Warning on the rapey choice.


This quote is from Picasso at age five arguing with a playmate at a friend's birthday party.

Katchoo finds herself in the town of Manson as she searches for the missing Parker Girl, Stephanie. It reminds me that I need to finish reading my Rachel Rising omnibus. I hope I can remember what was happening when I left off. I also hope my forearms are still strong enough to lift that thing.

Strangers in Paradise XXV #2 Rating: This comic book has a completely black back cover. Why do publishers still allow comic books to be made with black covers? I can't say for sure because I never wash my hands but even if I had just washed and dried my hands, I'm confident they'd leave greasy prints all over the stupid thing anyway. Not that it matters since most of my comic books will almost certainly wind up in a landfill somewhere after I die and my current cat at the time of death partially eats my face. But it's still annoying. Aside from that criticism, it was a typical Strangers in Paradise book except for the absence of Francine. Although the way Terry Moore draws most women so similarly (also maybe I'm comic book face blind), I could have been reading Motor Girl or Echo or Rachel Rising. But I don't think I was. I'm pretty sure it was Katchoo stuck on the edge of the cliff for the entirety of the story.


Exit Stage Left: The Snagglepuss Chronicles #3
By Russell, Stilwell, Feehan, Vazquez, Morales, Mounts, and Campbell

Rating: Do I have to give this a rating? It's written by Mark Russell and when has he ever failed to pack a whole lot of philosophical and social commentary into the most unlikely franchises? Well, two of them, anyway (meaning The Flinstones and Prez, for those not in the know). This isn't just a comic book about a gay playwright heading for a precipitous fall thanks to Joseph McCarthy's Communist witch-hunt. It's also about patriotism and acting and immigration and love and family and cartoon characters and pretty much anything else Russell feels like discussing. And it's all done so well that I don't have to comment on it because I'd just be repeating what he said but with dick jokes in. Just like with The Flintstones! And Prez! And probably that Bible thing he wrote that I won't read even though I'm sure it's nothing like my Bible thing being that his rewrites the entire Bible in a fairly short amount of space and I'm dissecting The Bible so thoroughly that I've already got 300 pages on Genesis and I'm only to Joseph's international work in Egypt.

What I'm saying is this book gets the highest rating in whatever rating format I should probably be using. Lots of stars or thumbs or buttholes or something.


Deathstork #29
By Priest, Neves, Scott, and Cox

Rating: I remember praising Priest for this book and the way he was telling the stories. But it doesn't work anymore. The book began as a bimonthly book (twice a month not every two months. Stupid English) so his multiple story lines and quick scenes to establish character worked well. But now that it's monthly, I can't remember all of these tangled story threads. The book is just too confusing. Maybe Priest forgot that he was writing comic books. He does know that we're a much dumber audience than actual book readers, doesn't he? I guess he doesn't because I have no idea what's going on in this book anymore. Except that Deathstork statutory raped Terra and now in this issue, he's simply mocking her for being his victim. I may not be a young teenager on Tumblr who is constantly amazed when they experience any kind of media from before they were born in which people are decent and socially progressive but I think what Deathstork is doing is probably wrong? I mean, sure, exes can be super annoying. I get that part! But I think when you've been in a relationship with a minor and later the police show up at your door, you probably aren't supposed to roll your eyes and say, "Exes, amirite?!"


I would watch this show.

Black Lightning: Cold Dead Hands #5
By Isabela, Henry, Guichet, and Pantazis

Rating: This is the penultimate issue. That means Black Lightning gets his ass severely beaten while Tobias Whale tells him his entire super villain plan. Next issue, Black Lightning's heart or will or belief in himself will grow ten sizes bigger and he'll summon the power to not be killed by Tobias Whale. Then he'll be all, "Thank goodness I now know Whale's plan so I can stop it efficiently in twenty short pages!" Or nineteen pages, anyway, because he needs to stick his dick in the principal of the school where he works on page twenty.


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KBwrites: Harrumph! Still didn't get the newsletter via email. Oh well, I'm a bright boy, I just looked at it online.

"At one time in my life, I would have scoffed at that. I really did think, at some point in the past, that comic book readers were less likely to be prejudiced and racist assholes. I have no idea why I thought that. We've had plenty of evidence to the contrary to wake me from my naïve stupor. Every time some white male character gets traded out for a minority character, a large percentage of fanboys simply lose their shit."

Yeah, you'd think that people who enjoyed comic books might cleave to the ideals of their favorite characters. Even I am that most embarrassing type of comic readers, the Hal Jordan fan, exactly because I'd like to foster his virtues in myself: he knows right from wrong and cannot be intimidated into doing the wrong thing. (In theory every superhero has a healthy serving of those virtues, but they're what Hal excels at.) I'd be really disappointed in myself if what I liked about Hal was that he makes big green things and there are lots of explosions.

"Duke Thomas"

Agreed. The correct thing to do is present the character to the readers, and if they warm to the character, keep using him. If they aren't into the character, work on the concept or the execution -- but don't keep shoving the character at us in hopes that we will eventually give in and like him. This isn't a romantic comedy and we aren't the woman with the jerk boyfriend (Damien).

"it seems the plot dealt with Thomas Wayne being a monster who worked with Carmine Falcone."

Another story I would have passed on. While there might be good stories to tell about Thomas and Martha Wayne, giving one or the other a dark backstory doesn't rise to the level of "good". It introduces a conceptual problem as well. The deal with Batman is, Bruce Wayne learned at an early age that anyone can be taken from you for absolutely no reason, and he makes it his mission to protect people from being killed. Except, if Thomas Wayne was himself a criminal with a heinous list of misdeeds to his name, then his being killed by a criminal isn't random tragedy; it's poetic justice at a minimum, and (depending on the details) possibly even a direct consequence of his own actions. He who lives by the sword dies by the sword; he who lives by carpentry dies by carpentry (cough Jesus cough); and he who lives by crime dies by crime. It doesn't change the value of Batman's mission but it does ruin the thematic foundations.

"So how does that relate to Batman? Well, he began his journey just like a bill to stop another dog from dying on an airline. His parents were killed senselessly so he passed the Batman Law to prevent something like that from ever happening again. It's purely selfish. And while I agree that it could be a move to increase the greater good, it seems most Batman writers don't approach it that way."

Yes. I would further argue that it's not that Bruce Wayne wants to beat crime specifically, but the thousand ways human beings can suffer. Batman is just his way of dealing with crime that is beyond the scope of the Gotham PD.

"Like Tynion in this issue. Batman is less concerned with the fact that Batwoman probably saved hundreds of lives by killing an out of control Clayface. All Batman cares about is that she broke his rules. Batman has decided to embrace his system more than the reason that system exists. It's to save people."

Adults have to deal with competing principles pretty often. It shouldn't be that difficult for an adult to write a Batman who wrestles with competing principles. Though to Tynion's credit, it sounds like he had other characters express the various perspectives, so it's not like he hasn't thought this through. He just makes Batman sound like a moron.

Go Hommlet!


My reply:
"Yeah, you'd think that people who enjoyed comic books might cleave to the ideals of their favorite characters."

Maybe this is where my naiveté comes from. When I (and you!) began reading comic books, super heroes were actually heroic (even if not long after I started reading, many of them became bumbling). The generations of comic book readers after us grew up on dark Batman and dark Daredevil and depressing everything else (most of it published by 90s Image (which should be no reflection on current Image!)). They didn't give a shit about Hal's code. They just wanted to see some aliens pay with their lives. Things became less about saving people and making the world a better place to focus more on punishing bad guys. That's a hugely warped view of what seemed to be, at one time, the essential nature of comic books.

I don't know if you were ever into computer games but I often think back to Ultima IV: Quest of the Avatar and how truly groundbreaking it was. Instead of questing to kill some terrible monster or stop evil from taking over the land, the entire premise was to make yourself a shining example for the people of Britannia. Imagine playing a game that refuses to let you win not just because you stole and murdered but also because you lied or refused to give to the needy or slaughtered monsters who were fleeing from combat? I imagine there are a lot of gamers today who couldn't even comprehend how Ultima IV was entertainment.

"Another story I would have passed on. While there might be good stories to tell about Thomas and Martha Wayne, giving one or the other a dark backstory doesn't rise to the level of 'good'."

You're right in how it changes Batman's entire philosophy. He'd be a different sort of dark knight if he grew up with the knowledge that his father was a criminal who most likely got what he deserved. Just finding out the premise of the Telltale Game made me glad I never picked it up (not that there was any chance of that; I played the first chapter of their Walking Dead game (because it was free) and grew bored fairly quickly). But I did appreciate the way this story was told in the aftermath of the one I'm going to assume was shitty and terrible.

"[Tynion] just makes Batman sound like a moron."

I don't think James Tynion IV likes Batman at all. I believe he's writing Detective Comics with the view that Batman is all that is wrong with the patriarchy and the kids are going to teach him what's right. But he also knows that he can't get too crazy with this idea because Batman fans read Detective Comics. So he introduced into the mix the super patriarchal figure that also happens to be a patriarch: Batwoman's dad. I suspect we're going to see Batwoman become an example of a woman being manipulated by the Patriarchy into believing its lies. That's a story that I don't mind seeing. But I just don't get why Batman should be seen as the enemy when he's way more progressive than just about everybody else in Gotham. Except maybe Alfred Pennyworth. And when he's visiting, Dick Grayson, of course.

"Go Hommlet!"

Yeah. Straight to hell! I was so mad when I bought that module and discovered it was all about roleplaying with hardly any hacking or slashing. And then they made me wait years for The Temple of Elemental Evil where all the good stuff was located!

And that's a wrap! Goodbye, jerkos!

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Strangers in Paradise XXV #7


It looks like this should be called Strangers in Sparadises.

Terry Moore's newest take on the Strangers in Paradise women will almost certainly get your mind going with some serious questions. Like "Why are so many people in America fighting against a better country for all?" and "If gun lovers don't want to lose all access to guns, why aren't they striving for a solution to decrease gun violence instead of just shrugging their shoulders and saying, 'What can you do?'" and "If people in the media jokingly use racist gestures and Nazi dog whistles to piss off liberals, is it really any different than using them in earnest?" and "Isn't saying you're joking and not being earnest the best way to hide your earnest use of racist memes and turns of phrase?" and "This isn't a question but the modern Republican party is full of white supremacists."

It might also make you ask, "Who the fuck makes a pure black cover on a comic book since it instantly becomes a mass of greasy fingerprints?!" I mean, come on, Terry Moore! This might be the most important issue in America today! Stop making black comic book covers! Grade: A. Spoiler for the fans who just like lesbians: Katchoo and Francine haven't really interacted in this series. If this is a love story, it's more about a mother's love for her children. So this series might not be up your alley. Unless you're a sex pest with incestual tendencies! I mean, this book still won't be for you unless you're ready to work your severely warped imagination overtime.