Me too. After preparing for SW3 by re-reading all of Hickman's Marvel titles, I have this hunch that the ending of it all (or the beginning of the new Marvel Universe) will be one of the remaining Reeds defeating Doom, as a karmic offering for having been a major catalyst in the whole thing.
Hickman has a way of…

Pink is also not very flattering on pale Caucasian men. Give me a solid Prince-purple any day.

Well, that's partly due to our glorious winter. We were shooting for the 19th, but several feet of snow later . . .

Actually, my personal surprise was that it wasn't about electronic-based/influenced music. Whenever you've written about "electronic music" in the past, I have found something new to love and enjoy. And further, your annual end of year ballots are always good to check out, too.

Thanks — I definitely didn't read that right. (He didn't even mention burgers anywhere.) Guess I was automatically assuming he meant burgers, as I obviously couldn't make sense of his metaphor.

Apart from the very weird implication that country listeners prefer one vegetable over another with their burgers — and somehow tomato is automatically lesser compared to lettuce — I can't fathom Hill's logic at all. I LOVE listening to country women sing — big weak spot of mine. All the male country singers annoy…

Yeah, me too. And it's perfect to share with my kids, get them into comics at an age-appropriate level. I really wish that this Little Marvels wasn't just a one-off, actually, as I'm more well-read in the Marvel world than I am in DC.

After a really successful Saturday night in a restaurant I used to work at — Jake's in Manayunk, Phila — the owner would treat himself — and all interested staff — to Taco Bell.
When you're finished cleaning up the kitchen at 1 or 2 am, there really aren't a lot of healthy, high quality food options available.

Wearing more hats. (Cue Monty Python reference.) In part because I have more money to buy nicer hats, but I will admit being influenced by the hat wearing ways of the folks on Mad Men.
I already had a hat problem, but Mad Men pushed it over the top. where I've been buying 2 to 3 hats a year for a bit, and I'm saving…

From my whiskey-soaked POV, Mad Men makes it periodically harder to get cheap rye. My liquor stores are often unable to stock enough Overholt, Rittenhouse, etc. when the show is on — and the store owners definitely credit Mad Men, by way of an apology.
So I ended up buying better whiskeys because frequently that's…

I as well. Normally, I associate this song with entitled drunken douches, wailing away to it at the end of a party/bar evening. I am grateful to have a positive association for it now.

And Phoenix, too. Tied for my favorite (with Iron Man Mark 42) in terms of being most useful in the game.

Once I unlocked Phoenix in the game, I ended up using her more than Iron Man. Hopefully she'll enjoy using her, too. Very powerful - flight, telekinesis, flame blasting, and fire shield. But you are right about the others, at least within that game.

Or perhaps that flexibility of his guarantees that he will always satisfy — whether by stretching, enlargement, being able to be literally all over her, etc.
There's probably some weird erotic fiction to be written here, what with force-fields and stretching power . . .

Yep, some time in the last two weeks, practically all the old Marvel & DH Star Wars things got offered in Comixology. Marvel Star Wars #11 was the very first comic I ever bought, and I was excited to check out the stories again. Still have fond memories of the Waterworld adventures; the Wheel; and that psycho cyborg…

I can't believe how empty the highways look — that's California, presumably, where automobile is king, and which I've never seen so empty. Also, the credits are really long, lingering over close-ups and wide shots for more than a second. That would never fly today, I imagine.

Just to be clear — this is not Emmylou Harris' "Wrecking Ball." More fool me — or maybe I'm just (happily) that old.

Perhaps your candy is like mine — laden with pot? Makes flying so much better. And probably makes food taste better, too.

Back in college — well before ProTools and the like — I was asked to create "unnerving music for people who are being kidnapped" (by their fraternity brothers.) This was mostly tape splicing of freaky electronica, found sound, and collages of background noise designed to mess with people's heads.
My favorite was…

I would agree with your friend, but add in a little of my own (and, it sounds like, your own) version: David Byrne (and, by extension, Talking Heads) was the first musician that made me dance, unabashedly. All the dancing I've ever done since, I owe to his own dancing examples, and the music of the band itself. And…