Your Chicken Anthem.

Cheap Thrills - NANOMAN #1

Random Pulls from the Bargain Bin

THIS COLUMN ORIGINALLY RAN ON COMICS BULLETIN

In these economic times, finding inexpensive entertainment is difficult. Thank goodness for the local comic shop and a slew of comics nobody cares about anymore! Each week Daniel Elkin randomly grabs a comic from the bargain bin (for 50 cents) to see what kind of bang he can get for his two-bits. These are those tales.

September 21, 2011 – paid 50 cents for:
NANOMAN #1
Published by: Gettosake Comics
Story by: Frank Fletes and Jeremy Love
Pencils by: Jeremy Love

THE GURNEY!

It was the year 2000. We had survived the onslaught of Y2K, yet were disappointed that we weren’t living in some sort of techno-utopia with no wars, synthesized food, animatronic prostitutes, and flying cars. At the end of the year, America had elected George Bush to be our 43rd president.

Sometime in the midst of our celebrations and disappointments in the year 2000, Gettosake Comics released Nanoman #1.

My on-line research uncovered very little information either about Nanoman or Gettosake Comics. All I know about Gettosake is that they hailed from Elk Grove, California, and they had a really cool name.

Gettosake Comics seemed to have high hopes for their four issue Nanoman mini-series; they seemed to be trying to position themselves as one of the leading publishers of comics produced by African-Americans that featured African-American role models.

I found Nanoman #1 in the bargain bin with all the other high hopes, relegated now to the detritus of pop culture.

Nanoman #1 opens “Somewhere in the Artic Circle…”

“RUNCH!!” may be my new favorite comic book sound effect.

So here we go. My biggest complaint about Nanoman #1 is its derivative nature. This comic’s narrative is full of tired clichés. It got to the point where I started to count. Won’t you count along with me?

Tired Cliché #1: Hidden Arctic Base accessed through technology. Check!

Tired Cliché #2: Once inside the Hidden Arctic Base, a character reveals his or her face in a close-up shot.

Check!

Tom Waits -- "LIE TO ME"

Tom Waits - "Lie To Me" video from Anti Records on Vimeo.

Poets You Should Know - David Berman

David Berman was a teenager in Dallas, Texas in the early 80's.  

Personally, I feel that this experience warped him into the man he is today.

He was the frontman for his band, The Silver Jews. 

He doesn't do that anymore.

He is a poet and he updates a blog occasionally.

After the jump, you will find one of my favorite poems from him.  

Read This Comic - WOLVES by Becky Cloonan

Wolves by Becky Cloonan may well be the best comic I have read all year.

Cloonan is tearing up the sequential narrative world right now. Her tagline is "Comics Rule Everything," and she seems to really mean it. Her work on Vertigo Comics’ American Virgin with Steven T. Seagle was what first brought her to my attention, but it was her work on Demo with Brian Wood that really made me wide-eyed with admiration of her as an artist. She is an amazing talent, and the rest of the comic world has finally catching up to her. She’s teaming up with Tony Lee to produce a MacGyver series for Image Comics, and she’s putting her touch on Marvel’s Doctor Doom, working with Nick Spencer on a four-issue series Victor Von Doom featuring a teenaged Doom.

Wolves is Cloonan’s self-published comic. The book contains approximately 300 words in about 80 panels of beautiful black and white art which span 24 pages. Within the confines of these limitations, though, Becky Cloonan is able to tell a complete story full of all the depth and emotion of a book 20 times its size.

Comics are your friends

http://www.comicbookliteracy.com/

SCIENCE!

Books for Neurotic Children - DON'T FEED THE WORRYBUG

THIS REVIEW ORGINALLY RAN ON COMICS BULLETIN

Andi Green was a young artist of note

who captured in paintings what she’d emote.

The emotions that swirled around in her head:

happiness, anger, and feelings of dread,

all would be realized there in her art

whimsically rendered, all full of heart.

Then one day someone said to her face,

I’d love to see these on my child’s bookcase,

and thus was born her series of books

written for children using rhyming for hooks.

The series was called the Worrywoo Monsters

and were filled with emotions made creatures to ponder.

The latest entry in this series for kids

is all about worry and what it forbids.

Don’t Feed the WorryBug is this book’s title

and it is all fun and not for the idle.

The story concerns a monster named Wince,

the Monster of Worry and quite a prince.

This blue, long-eared creature spends all his time fretting

and his worries feed a bug nobody is petting.

As Wince’s worries grow larger and bigger

so too does the bug (which looks like a chigger).

Your Extra Special Chicken Enemy

This one is for my birthday!

Cheap Thrills - NECROWAR #1

Random Pulls from the Bargain Bin

THIS COLUMN ORIGINALLY RAN ON COMICS BULLETIN

In these economic times, finding inexpensive entertainment is difficult. Thank goodness for the local comic shop and a slew of comics nobody cares about anymore! Each week Daniel Elkin randomly grabs a comic from the bargain bin (for 50 cents) to see what kind of bang he can get for his two-bits. These are those tales.

September 14, 2011 – paid 50 cents for:
NECROWAR #1
Published by: Dreamwave Productions
Written by: Simon Furman
Art by: Adi Granov

THE PLANET IS SOUP.

I can’t believe I have to relive July of 2003 for this week’s column.

July of 2003 was when Nike bought Converse for goodness sake. It was also when Valerie Plame was outed as a CIA operative in the Washington Post by that stale loaf of moldy bread Robert Novak. It was when that 86-year-old still-driving-and-drooling motherfucker had a “senior moment” in Santa Monica, CA and hit the accelerator instead of the brakes mowing down ten people, including a three-year-old girl and a seven-month-old boy. It was also when Pat Robertson called for a “massive prayer offensive” to try to stack the United States Supreme Court with conservative justices.

July of 2003 saw the deaths of Buddy Ebsen, Bob Hope, AND Barry White. It saw the cancelation of Digimon: Digital Monsters and the premiere of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.

Viennese doctors even transplanted a human tongue in July 2003.

All of this and, thanks to that yokel in the flight suit a few months beforehand, we were still under the impression that in Iraq, “Mission Accomplished”.

Honestly, even if July, 2003 was a cute puppy I would still have an urge to piss on it.

Into this mess of a month came Necrowar #1 from Dreamwave Productions.

Do you remember Dreamwave Productions? Founded in 1996, Dreamwave cut its teeth on Transformers, spewing out all sorts of series based on the franchise. Then in January of 2005 they went belly-up and stuck their freelancers with some of the company’s debts.

Because of this and the fact that I had to remember July of 2003, I am already predisposed to hate Necrowar #1. I will rise above this petty subjectivity, though, as I am a professional and it is my mission to examine the work for what it offers in and of itself.

So Necrowar #1 starts like this:

Ummmm…. ok?

There’s a boy and he finds a dying man. Really, you know that’s how I want my entertainment -- disturbing, bloody, and totally out of nowhere. Please continue, Necrowar #1.

In the next couple of pages, the narrator ruminates on dying. His name is Damien Arnaz and he says that all his life he’s “been chasing death…” He goes on to reveal the tragedy of his life. His parents died in a “road accident” when he was young and this, coupled with the dying man discovery, seems to have given his life meaning insofar as it compares with death. Pretty heavy stuff, actually, which gives Arnaz a layer of characterization I was not expecting.

Arnaz has joined the Alliance Forces in order to court his own death and ends up being part of an elite force. He blames this fact on a woman.

Ashley Colt, specifically.

Now I have some problems with this Colt character right off the bat. First off is her name. By calling her Colt, are we as readers supposed to instantly internalize that she’s a bit frisky? Second, look at her. What’s with the hand on the hip? Is she a subconscious fashion model that just can’t help but pose? And finally, what is that garbage she is babbling? Is she supposed to be ironic and therefore clever? Or is she serious and therefore kinda creepy? I don’t know, but after all of Arnaz’s waxing about death, Colt’s sudden appearance throws me.

Or maybe that was the point, to provide the juxtaposition between death’s brooding nature and life’s sexy posturing? Is Simon Furman not pandering but playing with metaphors? Hmmmm…. Maybe there is more to Necowar #1 than I expected.

The Murf by Rendezvous, An Animated Music Video by Scott Benson

For you, Mercury Girl.

Rendezvous - The Murf  from Scott Benson on Vimeo.

SCIENCE!

Minute Physics provides an energetic and entertaining view of old and new problems in physics -- all in a minute!

Lorenzo St. DuBois - Love Power

Your Chicken Enemy

SEE THIS MOVIE! Bulletproof Salesman

Sometimes the most universal truths can be found in the smallest slices of life. That’s what makes independent documentaries so powerful, engaging, and entertaining. Not only do they show you little worlds to which you’ve never had access, but they oftentimes also tell the larger story of what it means to be human.


Armed with this intellectual conceit, a bag of Funyuns, and a couple of Miller beers, I curl up in front of the TV and delve deep into the bowels of Netflix Documentaries to find out a little bit more about all of us.


Today I found 2008’s Bulletproof Salesman co-directed and co-produced by the husband and wife team of Michael Tucker and Petra Epperlein for Pepper and Bones Films.

This documentary is about war profiteering, but it is not the kind of profiteering you probably conjure when you hear the term. Fidelis Cloer is an armored vehicle salesman.

Cloer’s tag line is, “I sell a good feeling.”

Through the course of the film, though, Cloer begins to realize that even though his products are not directly killing people, the demand for his product is indicative of how unstable the world has become. It is this realization that makes the documentary engaging on a universal scale.