Or - “I Honestly Have NO Idea When These Books Came Out…”

Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends…  much like the harassment you get when you wear the pizza suit and dance on the corner in front of a Cici’s.  Even when you’re cutting back on comics purchases, like I have, the urge to review more comics than there is time to review them is strong.  Makes me with there were 8 days a week, actually.  Thus, we at Stately Spoilers Manor have created this handy, dandy method of touching upon things going on at Penny Lane, down the long and winding road, even across the universe.  So why don’t we do it in the road, throw some Norwegian wood on the fire, cause it’s a helter skelter ride through a day in the life of comics!

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Yellow submarine.

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Or - “When They Said, ‘Get A Life,’ I Should Have Said ‘&$@$ YOU!”

So, for those of y’all who were not aware I DO have things on my weekly schedule that are NOT comic-related.  Not many of them, granted, but they do exist.  One of them is my day job, overlooking (I almost typed overworking) twelve awesome telephone service representatives in their day-to-day quest to resolve issues for our beloved customers.  August was a rough month for my guys (nicknamed “Team Ramrod”) and has required me to spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about AHT, IR, BP, SV, and other meaningless initials.  In any case, I’m officially back to let you know I can really shake ‘em down, with another smorgasboard-orgasbord-orgasbord of comicky goodness, all wrapped up in heavy weapons and pop-culture references. Yeah, I missed youse guys, too.

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Or - “A Week Late And A Dollar Short…  Appropriate For The Bug.”

Once again, I stand before you as “The Old Dude,” relating stories of things that happened long before most of you were cognizant of comics, before some of ya’s were born.  My friend Becky has been known to remark that any story that starts with “Well, what had happened was…” or “There we were…” lets you know that you’re about to hear a bunch of lies.  So, there we were, in the Summer of ‘84, and what had happened was this: The comics world was in chaos.  The DC Universe was in the throes of a universal crisis, and every issue caused huge outcries from the reading populace…  just like now.  The Marvel Universe, on the other hand, was under siege by a menace from beyond which captured and spirited away it’s greatest heroes…  just like now.  And in the midst of the chaos came, a costume!  Green it was, with antennae out t’ here, and an absurd “POP” power signature.  And comics were never the same.  Again.

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