Belated update: I got the new job. So thanks to everybody for not telling my then-prospective employers about my irrational hatred for various creators and my completely rational hatred for Bob Kane. I appreciate your discretion in not spoiling the surprise!

I, too, long for serious, adult art depicting serious, adult characters like, say, some kind of mental organism designed only (for) killing that's depicted as a giant head with tiny baby arms and legs.

Thanks for the reminder—I had Seaquench at the start of the season and loved it, so I need to pick some more up before it's gone.

My distributor has started selling 15 packs of New Belgium's Dayblazer on the cheap this summer, and while it's not anything to sing about, it's got decent flavor for the price—though I also try to also buy something from Victory or Dogfish Head or Harpoon whenever I pick it up.

Full disclosure, I enjoyed the book. I acknowledge and respect the criticism of it, because it's far from perfect. But the virulent hatred for it just seems… mean-spirited, and needlessly so—even for the internet—in a way that baffles me.

"Y'know, Uncle Euron, there's an old saying down on the bayou that, uh… Blaah!"

And to think, we owe it all to how much I hate Bob Kane.

The one good thing about the EU retcon is that it's easier to stay incognito, but I still sometimes catch myself answering to "the Greatest Pilot of All Time" at inopportune times.

Hell, they've got my vote.

Waiting to hear back that all my i's were dotted, t's were crossed, and background(s) checked & passed after applying for a new job… C'mon, salary and benefits!

Sorry to hear that, too—you have my sympathies.

Light week at my LCS, so I followed through on rereading Rocketeer: Cargo of Doom by Mark Waid and Chris Samnee, continuing the crossover narrative through-line I'd started last week by watching Kong: Skull Island and rereading the all-too-brief pulp adventures of The Mercenary Sea. I'd forgotten that this, like…

Maybe the real Stonehenge was the friends we made along the way.

You're right, I should have hyphenated to indicate he was part robot, part man, and not simply a male robot.

If only!

Nothing says "justice league" quite like a vigilante one-percenter willing to use lethal force teaming up with two hereditary warrior-monarchs and a murderous Space Jesus.

I fear not all of them, unfortunately. The worst cognitive dissonance I saw last year was a Jeep in my local bar's parking lot covered in bumper stickers and window clings that were roughly equally divided between Confederate flags and Flyers logos.

We were too busy murdering a kindly, hitchhiking robot.

Given that its plot involves a Nazi Broadway musical, I would not have expected this to be the most ill-timed Producers reference, but here we are.

Inspired by belatedly seeing Kong: Skull Island over the weekend, I reread The Mercenary Sea, Volume 1 (and only, to my lasting regret). It's a fun, pulp-inspired, period piece South Seas adventure—like Tales of the Gold Monkey, but on a submarine and with more guns—and great art styled like the old Jonny Quest…