First, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Right. Better now. On to the comics!



Of course, the word on every comic geek’s lips this weekend is “Watchmen”, since the full-length trailer debuted in front of The Dark Knight. I’m embarrassed to admit that I’ve never read the graphic novel, and will probably be fined for saying so. I’ll have to pick up a copy and finish is before the poseurs do. I hate being in the middle of a phenomena.
Mattel crossed a line for some people by releasing the Black Canary Barbie, a tartier version of an already loose doll. The odd thing is, I really can’t find any original complaints online, just an article in The Sun that says people are upset.


The BFF and I got our picture in the Austin American Statesman for going to the 100th Guerrilla Queer Bar event. Looks like we’re famous (yet, oddly, still single).
From Captions & Balloons, comes the next comic I can’t wait to read, Jesus Hates Zombies:






From Scott McGrath and Juan Romera come images of Frater Mine #7, “Through the Wave that Runs for Ever”. At the end of issue six Matt, Mark and Colleen became fugitives from the law. With so much at stake, why does a fuzzy magical bunny take center stage in issue 7?




The Columbus COSI is not only host to the inordinately fun CSI: The Experience, but also to a GIGANTIC skeleton (click for the full effect):



A sculpture by Tim Rietenbach, an associate professor at the Columbus College of Art & Design. Originally funded from an individual artist grant from the Ohio Arts Council and created for Springfield Museum of Art. This skeleton is 100 feet long, 30 feet higher than the COSI Atrium. It was constructed from fifty rolls of 14-gauge fencing material weighing approximately 1,500 pounds.The skull itself is 11 feet high. Installation of GIGANTIC at COSI is made possible through financial support from: The Greater Columbus Arts Council, The Columbus College of Art & Design. Installed at COSI July 2003.
I was thrilled to see both while in Columbus this past May. I can’t wait to get my nephew there to play.
Two stories via Joe.My.God:
Amazon.com’s Kindle takes the weight of college students’ backs.
Tippi Hedren is reincarnated as a Barbie doll:






I, [MY NAME], hereby pledge:
1. To stay massively cool by not having sex. Because only major losers have sex – which everyone knows is only for fags.
2. To never let any slutty girls peer pressure me into touching their vaginas – because vaginas are totally gay.
3. To ignore my raging hormones and burning drive to fondle, suckle, and thrust furiously into a hot gooey pit of creamy-soft fleshy ecstasy.
4. To keep my groinal giblets inside my GAP khakis, and to punch those sweaty bits into submission whenever they percolate with desire.
5. To never spill my sacred “dude milk” – unless it is inside of some hot babe who already married me and took my last name.
I understand that abstaining from sex protects me from:
The regret and guilt caused by the disgusting, squishy act of stupid sex, which is basically like going to the toilet from the front side.
Making retard babies out of wedlock, then having to blow my whole allowance on diapers and a stroller instead of XBox games and Snickers.
Catching a brain-rotting STD like “Finger Herpes” from “feeling up” any nasty dirty girlie holes.
There is also Iron Hymen for vagino-Americans of a certain age.

1.) Unlike your girly privates, which are internal, boy privates are external. God knew that nobody wanted to see all our lady mess, so He pushed everything up inside you. What in tarnation He was thinking when he came up with that nasty, dangling, squishy flesh on boys beats the heck out of me, but I suspect it was so it would be easier for Him to keep an eye on what they’re up to. Because trust me: that grotesque grab bag of horror and disappointment is always up to something, gals.
Flawless.
Hie to the appropriate site and get yourself something pretty.
via Joe.My.God
I used to have the basic boxed set of Villains & Vigilantes (plus three modules - Crisis at Crusader Citadel, Death Duel with the Destroyers and The Island of Doctor Apocalypse - but gave it to my cousins after staying at their house one summer. I have no idea why I did that, nor why I want it all back so badly.



I created the PRAXIS team during my freshman year at Mercyhurst College while taking a class called “The Religious Person” under Mary Hembrow Snyder. She taught us that “praxis” was the word for “action”, the “thing to do”, which for me meant it could be a great comic book team name (an aside: Dr. Snyder really was the one who taught me to get my writing under control). I probably created 50 characters that year but never got around to writing a story nor actually doing anything with the characters.
Until now.
From the pen of the frighteningly talented Juan Romera (and soon to be a full-tilt boogie book in a comic store somewhere in the world) here’s PRAXIS!

Ten year old knows more about saving taxpayers’ money than this government.
Iraq says fish and the US stink after five years.
Why not Vincent D’Onofrio again? Please?
The right’s obsession with mushroom cloud imagery continues.
The Doomsday Vault. Now that’s thinking ahead. Fatalistically.
Louisiana governor and erstwhile exorcist Jindal says I.D. is a science.
Yeas ago, I saw the Lloyd Webber oddity Aspects of Love when it first opened on Broadway. Yes, I saw it with the hot-but-then-fat-but-then-back-to-human-proportions Michael Ball, for those of you who are as in love with his voice as I am you’ll know what I mean. The show was a delight if not weighted down by themes of incest and statutory rape. The essentail story is about Alex who falls in love with Rose who falls in love with Alex’ Uncle George who loves Giulietta who begins and affair with Rose and George before Rose becomes pregnant with George’s daughter who, as a 15 year-old, falls in love with he substantially older first cousin Alex who reciprocates, killing George and driving Alex to screw Giulietta at the funeral before all three women press him for his eternal devotion. All the salaciousness is whimsically shown in this video to the theme tune “Love Changes Everything”:



A warning from the grave or a final “nyah nyah”?
Transformers is “offensive“.
“Iraqi protesters” ray-gunned down.
Once again, the gays move in and make things better in the ‘hood.
Church welcomes everyone.. oh, except this kid.
Google maps told to take a detour.
As someone more clever than I said, “Seattle’s Breast” works better.
Rachel Ray, jihadist.
Larry Craig should quit while he’s ahead.
Once again, the Vatican proves it is 2,000 years old with its pre-ERA stances.