Once upon a kitchen table, three men huddled around reading comics. Elsewhere, another man with a small child in one arm and a comic book in the other struggled to read over the sobs of his neglected offspring. While these four men and a baby may not seem it, they were all connected by an overburdening of feelings to shout out at a world that would only turn its back on them. They decided they would all read that week’s new comics (except for the baby). They would all form opinions (except for the baby). And then they would post those opinions and discuss! This is the story of Reading Force 4+Baby!
It’s an embarrassing reality that Ragnar is a character that I’ve been writing since eighth grade. I’ve done a few things since then and picked up a few (incompleted) projects along the way, but the ol’ nord has stuck with me for whatever reason. I guess it’s because I think I can mine something worthwhile out of a sword and sandals character like this one.
I don’t know about you guys, but after last week I’m sick of talking about Green Lanterns. So let’s talk about Yellow Lanterns… and a little bit about Green Lanterns. First thing, they’re never called the Yellow Lanterns (except in articles like this one). They’re the Sinestro Corps, or the Mongul Corps, or just Whoever’s-in-charge’s Corps. Usually Sinestro, though. Right now there’s just one yellow corpsmember, Arkillo, their New Guardian representative and obvious foil for the Green Lantern Kilowog. But if you actually believe they won’t suddenly and half-explicably sprout a whole new army before the year’s done, I have some beachfront property in Kansas you might be interested in. Continue reading
Once again, only after publishing my last column did I realize that I totally missed the plot of it. But since that column was way too long as it is, I decided to address the issue in a new one. So here’s the thing: The introduction of gay and ethnic characters is admirable, but empty. Ultimately, they’re telling the same story. The gay character loses his lover, and the Lebanese character wears a full head-covering mask (Space-burqa?). In both cases, the thing that makes them different (gay lover, dark skin) from the heteronormative white male hero has been obscured. So the impact of these ventures is deadened. Continue reading
So, the news on Green Lantern lately (at least, the news that makes its way outside the cloisters of the baptized comic fandom) has been all about the sudden diversity it has taken on in the way of a new Lebanese-American Lantern and a newly-Gay Lantern. So I thought it might be prudent to do a little intro work, lest all these masked men blur into one giant ball of green confusion.
When I got to be 14-ish, where hygiene became a priority, I would take fistfuls of shampoo and scrub my scalp. I’d do that in the shower for minutes on end. Whole days were spent with the driest, frizziest hair of anyone in high school. Idiot. It was the same logic used by sitcom dads putting too much detergent in a washer—I thought more would make my scalp cleaner, longer. Instead, I was Eraserhead: The Teen Years.