Check my boy Bahlactus.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Dear Marvel Comics
But I'm mostly writing to you, Marvel Comics, to ask you this:
Do you have editors any more? I see the title in the credit boxes and in interviews on comics "news" sites, but I have to wonder when I see things like this from the train wreck New Avengers: The Illuminati #2:
Reed Richards says "Uh"? For real? I've seen the dude have a good time and kick it with the fam, that's no big whoop. I've seen him stammer. But I haven't seen him display Beavis-level sarcasm when dealing with something like the goddamn Infinity Gauntlet. And then there's this bit of wisdom from Captain America in the recent Civil War Colon The Confession Comic Book for Reading:
"The moral compass of us"? Is this The Sentinel of Liberty yelling "YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!" at Iron Man? And, yes, while Iron Man technically is not the boss of Cap, someone at Marvel should be the boss of phrasing, grammar, and dialogue and clean this stuff up a bit. These comics are being pushed very hard, and I assume fellows like Brian Bendis and Mark Millar are being paid handsomely for their work and I doubt your editors are eating ramen in a sinkhole somewhere. Do your job. Please. 'cause if I have to read this crap—and I don't—it should at least sound like the writers didn't crib all their dialogue tics from Friends reruns.
Sincerly,
Mark Hale
Nitpicky Jerkass
Friday, March 16, 2007
FRIDAY NIGHT FIGHTS!
My main man Thanos "The Thanos" of Titan puts the bad hand down on that fence-sitting punk The In-Betweener. From The Thanos Quest #1, wherein ol' Purple Puss throws plot to the wind and kicks ass all over the Elders of the Universe, video-game style.



