Better late?

I know, I know, I feel terrible.

Thank goodness for Mark Evanier.

Ashes to ashes, pulp to pulp

I think it's safe to say that Booster Gold is getting more attention right this second than he ever has before. I can almost hear speculators raising prices on his #1 issue.

Booster would have liked that.

And Lo, there shall come... a Template!

Nothing like a makeover to make a blog feel... heroic.

(You know, I'd like to just keep my mouth shut and hope you think I'm clever, but I honestly didn't think what this color scheme reminded me of until after I'd done it.)

I sure hope I'm not the only one who knows who Zook is/was. No, wait, I know I'm not. Scipio remembers.

Monkey Woman -- No More!

I'm sorry, I'm inconsolable.

The very idea that Stan Lee might be offended that one of his "superheroes" is *gasp* an actor. I mean, really. You hold an open casting call for a television series, and an actor shows up. In Los Angeles. What are the odds?

I'm also tickled that, at least once in each episode, Stan says something that proves beyond doubt that he doesn't read comics, not even characters he created.

"Heroes don't kill people."
"Disco is dead."
"Can you imagine Clark Kent or Peter Parker revealing his identity?"

It's OK, Stan. This show's target audience doesn't read them either.

I'm in love.

How can you not love Monkey Woman?

I don't even care what the bananas are for, okay? This woman hangs upside down from a tree and screams like a monkey--on national television. (Well, cable television.)

And lets two attack dogs gnaw on her for ten minutes because she is by Gum not going to disappoint Stan Lee.

If you're not moved by that, well, your heart is made of stone, I tell you, cold hard stone.