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Someone hold my earrings, I’m about to do some jimmie-rustling.

I’m going to skip the intro and cut straight to the chase: I’m so sick of Death of the Family, I could hurl. Today, I went to my LCS looking forward to absolutely nothing, and you know what? Two doors down from the place I subscribe at, is a brand spanking new Alcoholics Anonymous rehabilitation center. I took it as a sign.

You see, in my experience, alcoholics are people with addictive personalities. They start out as folks who drink to take the edge off a hard day. Then they drink to forget. Then they drink because it’s the only thing that feels good anymore. Where am I going with this? I am an addict. I’m addicted to comic books and damn it, I’ve only been getting the bad shit, lately.

I bought one comic this week, and that comic is Batman. Do you know why? I still have faith in Scott Snyder to deliver an amazing story, even when everyone else he’s been collaborating with has failed. Sure, there have been decent individual issues (Suicide Squad #15 springs to mind), but the overall stories? In Batgirl, the Joker is obsessed with marrying Babs before he kills her. In Red Hood, Joker is angry that Jason didn’t stay dead. In Batman and Robin, Joker’s main goal was to have Robin die at the hands of Batman. In Teen Titans, Joker wants Tim to stop trying to prove that he’s better than everyone…by killing him. Detective Comics is filler, Catwoman has nothing to do with anything other than the Joker proving that he can still freak Selina out, Suicide Squad is less about killing and more about Harley finding herself definitively and breaking away from the Joker, whereas in Nightwing…shit, don’t even ask me to remember, because I honestly can’t. See where I’m going with this? The main Batman book, while frustrating, is the only one with a decently-penned, coherent story. And speaking of which…

There is a reason I only bought Batman this week. I flipped to the ends of both Batgirl and Batman and Robin in the store, and they ended the exact same way. Joker, standing before them in his purple suit, holding a platter. Now, all of the DotF books tie directly into Batman. You could not read a single one and still get the general story: Joker has beaten and kidnapped all of Bruce’s ‘children’, and he’s going to kill them unless Batman stops him. Keeping this in mind, I honestly cannot see a way for Death of the Family to end without Batman finally killing the Joker. I just can’t. He’s stabbed Dick, gassed Tim and Jason, and, to Bruce’s knowledge, beaten the snot out of Damian and Babs. And now he’s holding them all somewhere, somewhere that Bruce can’t get to. So he’s playing Joker’s game. He’s going to let himself be taken to where his captive children are, and then together, they will take the pale man down once and for all.

Going back to the epiphany seeing that AA center next to my comic shop gave me for a moment, I’m done. I’m so done. I read an article recently about not buying comics because they have your favorite characters in them when you don’t like the story or the way the characters are being handled. About not buying comics just because you’re so used to buying the series that you can’t remember a time when you weren’t buying it. About speaking to the comic companies with your dollar instead of your angry, ranting blog posts. So that’s what I’m doing. 

I’m not going to buy books out of habit anymore. I’m not going to buy books I hate. If I’m going to plunk down $3 or $4 a book out of my incredibly meager paycheck, I’m going to make sure I actually want it.

So I guess, this is my way of officially breaking up with Teen Titans and Legion of Superheroes. I’ve tried to adjust to the OL being back, but I can’t. They’re not my team. And I refuse to put another dime towards a book Lobell is writing. I may even start picking up Red Hood and the Outlaws again, as he’s off that book once DotF finishes. Blue Beetle ends this month, as well, which is another book gone from my pull list. Batman Inc is set to wrap up in May, or at least, that’s when Grant Morrison is leaving the book. Will it survive without him? It might, but I probably won’t be there to read it. My LCS was shorted Suicide Squad today, which is why I didn’t pick it up, but it has, amazingly, been getting better. I said once that I’d follow Deadshot anywhere. It’s a hard decision, especially considering my tumultuous relationship with the various artists that have cycled through, and Adam Glass’ less than inspired writing, but after last month’s excellent wrap-up of Harley’s personal DotF storyline, I think I can give Suicide Squad another chance. 

So, after this month, that leaves me with a grand total of nine ongoing DC titles. Nine. When the reboot started, I was reading twenty-eight.

That really sort of puts this whole thing in a new perspective, for me. You see, these nine books? I truly enjoy. Because they hit that comics sweet spot by weaving decent to excellent art, interesting writing, compelling story arcs, and relateable characters into every issue. I’m reading them because they’re good comics. And you know what? My list should be a lot longer. Comics should be good.

DC has the potential for good comics at their fingertips, but they refuse to utilize the resources they have. Even with the reboot shenanigans, they’re still a widely respected comic company. Instead of reaching out to new talent that already have devoted fanbases that would follow that talent anywhere, they snap up writers and artists that haven’t been relevant for over a decade, and even then they were only relevant because people enjoyed complaining about them. I think we all know who I’m talking about.

In any case, I’m free! Ish. There are two more DotF books next week, but I’m fairly sure I can sweet-talk my way out of having to buy them. Aside from that, Batwoman! Minutemen! Blue Beetle! Supergirl! Wonder Woman! Ladies week returns, and with it, my happiness. I’m Touch of Grey, and I bid you a good night.

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Comics Review aka, Why yes, I -am- Going to be Talking About Blackest Night!

I’ll save it for the endcap, you guys. Sheesh.

Okay, starting off, Gotham City Sirens. Holy crap, was that an awsome issue this month. The art is as fabulous as always, even with David Lopez taking a short break and letting Andres Guinlado have a crack at the girls, and Paul Dini has been the first person in a long time to make me actually sort of impressed with Doctor Aesop. Sort of.

And now, a moment of silence for Edward Nigma’s sanity.

Between having a bomb go off in his face and his ‘friends’ using him as bait to solve the mystery of who was trying to steal their home, dear Eddie has been having a hard time as of late. Was the ladies’ little trick the jumping off point for him? Will the Riddler be returning full-force? Oh, I hope not. I rather enjoy the concept that a one-time supervillian can change their ways, which is actually the theme of the book. I mean, if Ivy can be the new head of the Gotham branch of S.T.A.R. Labs, Eddie can keep his nose clean, right?

Anyway, moving on.

In Teen Titans this month, the gang is learning that Dakota is the city of BADASS. And also that Gar is a creepy, creepy young man. Seriously, do not miss the opening panels. What? But back to the badassery.

And what badassery it was. When it comes to Dakota villians, they just don’t get much badder than Holocaust. So with half the team being held captive and the other half trying to find them, what do our heroes do? Laugh about how bad Cassie’s escape plans are. No, really. Eight panels of just mockery.

I’m giving this issue an 8 on the WTF was THAT about?! scale.

It gets better, though. The focus cuts away to Cyborg talking to two people about retirement. My first thoughts were, D: no Vic! Don’t go live at S.T.A.R. Labs! My fears were completely overridden when I eventually realized that, oh duh, he was talking to Bart and Kon. So one ceiling/wall crash and three bad puns later, THE BOYS ARE BACK! Woo! I’m not even going to talk about the Ravager second feature. I’m tired of it, it’s tired of itself. Let’s just agree that it is awful and get on with our lives.

Adventure Comics: Pretty art, but if I had a dollar for every page I actually understood…

See, I don’t pick up Superman or Action Comics. They’re not my thing. I mean, I like Big Blue, but he’s just not my favorite person to read about. But unfortunately, if I’m going to understand anything that’s happening in the current Last Stand of New Krypton arc, or the upcoming War of the Supermen series, I’m going to need to start skimming through some back issues, toute suite. To tell you the truth, I have little to no interest in the whole New Krypton thing. In fact, if Adventure Comics, Supergirl, and the upcoming Legion of Superheroes books weren’t tied heavily to it, I’d probably just ignore the entire thing. But I can’t, not if I want to understand the story.

Speaking of having to pick up several different books to completely understand the story…Blackest Night, anyone?

SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER 

That clear enough?

Okay, so Blackest Night. I only have one thing to say.

WHAT.

Since issue #1, Blackest Night and its miniseries’ have had some of the strangest gimmicks to up readership in any comic that I’ve ever seen. Ralph and Sue Dibny killing Hawkman and Hawkgirl? Black Lantern Hawks versus completely unkillable Dove? Undead Terra making out with Gar? Ressurected characters going from Black Lantern to White Lantern? Lantern deputies? What?

But the final issue topped them all. With one word, twelve people were brought back to life. And from the conversations that followed, it seems that the revolving door that is death in the DCU has been closed for good.

But why those twelve?

Well, Zoom is going to have a huge part in the new Flash series, as is Digger, I assume. Carter and Kendra were going to be resurrected anyway, it’s just the way the characters are. Arthur is going to play a big part in Brightest Day, I assume, if the cover to the second issue is any indication. With Holly dead, Hank’s return may signal a new Hawk and Dove mini? Please? As a Black Lantern, Ronnie Raymond killed the other half of the Firestorm matrix, Gehenna, and now he and Jason are the new Firestorm. Jade is back for the sole purpose of stirring up relationship trouble for Kyle, methinks. Or, if she and Soranik get along, a Christmas-colored threesome. Boston Brand…who knows? He was an agent of Rama Kushna in death, so who knows what life will have in store for him? Amon Tomaz…that’s another mystery. Black Adam and Isis are currently stone statues. Kahndaq is back to the way it was before Adam and, I assume, leaderless. Perhaps Osiris will be the new ruler of Kahndaq. Perhaps he’ll attempt to rejoin the Teen Titans or join up with the JSA in a tribute to his brother-in-law. This is one character I want to watch out for.

And then there was Maxwell Lord.

Waaaay back in Countdown to Infinite Crisis, Max showed his true colors as a madman when he killed Ted Kord, took control of Superman’s mind, and then had his neck snapped by Wonder Woman.

Let me tell y’all something. There is no fandom on the face of the earth that has bitched more about a character death than us Blue Beetle fans. Even five years later, we’re still pouncing on every scrap of evidence that Ted may have somehow cheated death. And that rat bastard Max Lord gets a pass to walk? WHAT. Oh yeah, I’m freaking indignant as hell.

And while they’re bringing back Rogues, why was Digger the lucky one? What, would bringing back Lisa have made Len too cheerful or something? He is Captain freaking Cold. The man will be a BAMF until the day he shuffles off this mortal coil. Or what about the Top? Roscoe is a great Rogue. He’s a nutjob, yes, but he’s still great. Or Inertia, who isn’t a Rogue but y’all know my thoughts concerning him.

But that’s a rant for another day. I’m off to reorganize my longboxes now, see you next time.

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A Weak Week it Was

I only picked up two comics this week.

I’m a full, 100%, hardcore DC now (until they finish rebooting Runaways and even then, I’ll probably just read it in store) and as much as I love the company, jeez. What a crappy comics week.

The comics I picked up, Green Lantern #52 and Power Girl, were pretty good, but nothing to really rave about. The comic I read in store, The Rise of Arsenal, was downright depressing. But I’ll review before I rant, so here we go.

Green Lantern and Green Lantern Corps have both been direct tie-ins to the Geoff Johns-penned limited series Blackest Night, which is basically DC’s power ring-fueled answer to Marvel Zombies, for the better part of a year. Blackest Night wraps up next week, and I’m pretty excited to both see it finish, and finally drop the book from my pull list. While I’m a fan of zombies and gore, I’m not a fan of needless character deaths, and Blackest Night has quite a few. Poor Tempest. But I’m rambling. Last time on Green Lantern, Sinestro pushed Hal Jordan aside to receive the power of all the avatars of the emotional spectrum. Yeah, I’m not too sure, either. Anyway, the bright light clears and boom, we’ve got ourselves White Lantern Sinestro. This issue has sort of put me off the whole ‘Lanterns of the Emotional Spectrum’ deal that’s been going on. I’ve been a casual Green Lantern reader since the days when Kyle Rayner and Connor Hawke used to occasionally go on little crime-fighting road trips, so I’m not a stranger to the franchise. And when I really started getting back into the two GL series’, the Sinestro Corps War started. And then came the Star Sapphires. And the Red Lanterns. Aaaand the Blue Lanterns. And Agent Orange (not the band). And with Blackest Night, came the Indigo Tribe and the Black Lanterns. And now that Blackest Night is almost over, we’ve got ourselves a White Lantern.

Sigh.

Okay, Geoff? Listen to me. Put down the pen and back away. We all appreciate you for breathing life back into a tired book, but enough is enough.

And on to Power Girl we go. God, I love this book. Aside from Secret Six and Booster Gold, this is my favorite series right now. I mean, it’s a series about Power Girl trying to run a company (not unlike Ted Kord’s, actually) in her civilian persona while occasionally running off to do battle with ultra smart gorillas, interplanetary party princesses, and space kings set on obtaining her biological information.

I’m not kidding, check the back issues.

This issue focuses on the fact that a kid had caught her changing into her PG costume on the roof of her apartment building, and now he’s blackmailing her into…going to the comic book store with him.  A future career in villiany does not await him. Oh, and then there’s the little plot twist at the end where her BFF Atlee (the new Terra) is actually the Ultra-Humanite, back for revenge on PG for accidentally frying his gorilla body and beating up his girlfriend (who, incidentally, had also been trying to beat up PG this issue). Well, I can’t wait for next month!

Remember how I mentioned earlier that the first Rise of Arsenal issue was depressing? Hold onto your hats, folks. A tornado made of NERD RAGE is coming, and it’s a biggun.

I’ve been a Roy Harper fan for as long as I can remember. I mean, he was a hot redhead with great archer’s shoulders and mastery over several kinds of martial arts and most weapons. What’s not to love? And then there was the way he interacted with his daughter, Lian. He may never have been expecting to be a dad, but he made a hell of a great one. Not to mention that he was both the ‘bad boy’ of the former sidekick set and pretty much the anti-drug spokesman of the DCU. Let everyone fawn over Nightwing and his perfect butt, I’ll stick with Roy.

Flash forward 11 years or so. Roy’s gone from being a member of the Titans to the leader of the Outsiders to a member of the Justice League. He’s gone through four costume changes and a name change. Red Arrow has the world.

And then he loses it.

In the blink of an eye, Prometheus cuts off his arm, destroys most of his city, and kills his daughter. And then, to make matters worse, the painkillers he’s on begin showing him visions of a friend that died of an overdose. Thank god this series is called the Rise of Arsenal, or else I’d be fairly certain Roy would be biting the dust. It’s a new era for former sidekicks everywhere. Dick is wearing the cowl of Batman, Wally is sharing the mantle of Flash with Barry, Donna is hanging around in limbo doing nothing, and Garth is dead.

Welcome to the new pecking order, Roy. Good luck, and I’m sorry.

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I, I’m Back?

Well now, isn’t this embarrassing. I’ve been away from WordPress for a rather long time, but I’m back now and I promise that this time, I’m back for good.

I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been blogging just about every day, but it’s mostly about my life and barely about comics. Okay, that’s a lie. It’s 60% about my life. The rest of the time I’m bitching about having to drop books in order to afford the new books that I want. For all I’ve had to give up to continue to buy Teen Titans, it had better be awesome. Like, Eisner Award-winning awesome. Every issue. I gave up R.E.B.E.L.S. and Batman and Robin for this book, I expect some bang for my buck.

Let’s see, what else? Since last we met I’ve dropped R.E.B.E.L.S., Batman and Robin, New Mutants, Green Arrow/Black Canary, and Titans from my pull list; gone through a bout of depression; met a guy and moved in with him; seen my best friend through three boyfriends, three moves, an eviction, and her dad being arrested; become addicted to Jamba Juice; significantly improved my already vast action figure collection; successfully predicted the death of Billy Mayes; gotten a Twitter account; killed OVER 9000 hours on Gaia Online; turned 20; got a netbook from my boyfriend for Christmas (it’s purple, and I put a giant green Flash symol decal on the lid); finally gave in and just started being Jewish; and last but not least, learned how to make slideshow videos with One True Media.

It’s been a long, hectic nine months. Stay tuned for the comic review later today.

And this time, I mean it.

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Comics Review!

This week, although my wallet wept, I still picked up my comics. I’m beginning to think it may not be worth it.

Titans, what the hell happened? After the last arc, I knew there’d have to be a “cooldown” issue, but c’mon! It was 25 pages of blah! You’ve got until next month to shape up, or I’m dropping you. And could the hinting about where Jericho is hiding be any more blatant? Geez.

Gen 13, while I’m not expecting the awesomeness of the previous “15 Minutes” arc (the world having ended, and all), please try a little harder. Caitlin kissing Bobby, causing Sarah to take a hike, was not touched on at all. No one even wondered where she was all issue! The main focus seemed to be Eddie surviving the half-pike (or whatever it is) of death, finding out where the stoner skaters were getting their food (PEOPLE! The soup is made of PEOPLE!), and finally, the cliffhanger that was Eddie being pushed into the giant cooking vat. If he does die, I’ll be sad to see him go.

Booster Gold, stop where you are right this second! Michelle is not allowed to go emo over the fact that she’s not supposed to be alive! Knock it off with the depress-o-fest, or I’m bringing in the hoses! Though, at least we now know why Rip didn’t try that hard to save Ted. He knew that if Ted was still in the picture, Booster would never get married, and he would never be born.

Green Arrow/Black Canary is starting to bug me. Since the departure of Mia and Connor, Ollie and Dinah have been riding the fast train to splitsville. I mean, I hope they work out whatever they’re going through, but I still think we may be seeing a quickie divorce in the near future.

Thank God for R.E.B.E.L.S.. Seriously. Brainiac on Brainiac snark is so wonderful, I can’t even tell you. This may become my favorite monthly series, even if it’s sort of turning into a sort of  Legion of Superheroes of the past. Starhaven? Oh, pleeeeease tell me he’ll be off to Durla or Naltor next. And if anyone in DC is reading this blog, PUT LOBO IN R.E.B.E.L.S.! PUT LOBO IN R.E.B.E.L.S.! PUT LOBO IN R.E.B.E.L.S.!

In sadder news (to me, at least) Frank Quitely seems to be working on Batman now, if this week’s DC Nation is any indication. This is the man who made Apollo (of The Authority) hideously ugly. He will be drawing the batboys, and I do not like how his Robin looks almost as much as I don’t want to think of what he might be doing to Dick. God help us all.

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