Saturday, September 21, 2013

The Comics Gnome POOTS!...

My Saturday AM Cartoon Deepest Thoughts with the World.

from CSB's Robot 6 Blog, The Fifth Color I chimed in on the importance of Numbering of Magazines when filing your funnbooks in their Longboxes.

This is a great thought about filing!
I guess it becomes organic & creative.
I filed the DC Crisis from CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS to BLACKEST NIGHT in one dedicated longbox and it will probably spread to another box since it’s now full…and I can always use spare, random issues like DC PRESENTS #87 or TALES OF THE DC UNIVERSE #1 by Wolfman & Perez or JUSTICE LEAGUE OF AMERICA #s 122-124…and so on the list always grows, huh?)
So everything CRISIS for me is in there, stopping short before the FLASHPOINT PARADOX rebooted me in the rearside but iDigress… ;)
I file regular DC in the DC longbox, by Title, alphabetically by Volume & Issue.
YET…anything ancillary to the CRISIS gets filed in order of Story in the CRISIS Longbox. INFINITE CRISIS, FIFTY-TWO (I skipped TRINITY), COUNTDOWN TO FINAL CRISIS (the whole stinker with all the Search for Ray Palmer tie-ins too…grrr), my organically-filed FINAL CRISIS with the entire Grant Morrison BATMAN run interspersed at their appropriate places in the this stretch notably RIP then BATMAN AND ROBIN and RETURN OF BRUCE WAYNE with finishes my CRISIS longbox. Before the longbox is capped by Wonder Woman chiding Bruce for opening Magic Boxes I include what I touted as my Last Event Comic Ever…BLACKEST NIGHT, like 90% of the tie-ins, all in order.
Frig the BRIGHTEST DAY which I sensed was gonna not be very good. I lived & paid for COUNTDOWN.
Frig the FLASHPOINT. I stopped there. I left the DC Universe there. I still buy BATMAN by Snyder & Capullo and I think the torch is passed from Morrison to Synder with the closing of BATMAN INC, which was good but I think this New 52 Batman got it going on. To life a line from this fine website, I’m a Grumpy Old Fan now too =) I rarely get superhero funnybooks by DC anymore. I’ve been picking up some of the MARVEL NOW trades but if you look at the spines, it’s like an Algebra book…lots of “Fractions” if you dig with my shovel ;)
But it’s a curation. A sense of husbandry involved in maintaining a comics collection.
So if you’re in for the Event…file the story the way you read it. And the way you’d want it returned to you if you ever lent it out!!!
Kriya Shakti,
Rev Sully
Eric O’Sullivan
Boston, MA USA

Sunday, September 15, 2013

The Smoking PUCK!


And Welcome to another Wonderful Season of NHL Hockey!
By the beginning of October, the PUCK will drop.
Until then, it's training season & Expectation.

But I'd like to talk about "Culture" for a moment.
Specifically, Team Culture.
I'm not going to make anything up yet simply shoot from the Point that's Under my Hat ;)

For Those Not In The Know: Bruins forward Tyler Seguin was traded to the Dallas Stars.
I followed Tyler Seguin on Twitter.
And most of the time it was during the Lockout.  Seguin took great pics of Switzerland and reported great interactions with other NHLers, most importantly fellow Bruin Patrice Bergeron.
Then until he outright ceased his Twitter activity sometime in the mid season...following a litany of Tweets & Retweets that seemed right out of HBO's "Entourage".  I could tell he was having a good time.  Since the 2011 Cup Championship, he's got a tattoo sleeve & a reputation as a partier.
I learned a term about ladies.
"Local Rockets"
Mull it over yourself.
In defense, I too once was an early 20-Something unleashed upon this great city with a pack of Legendary Friends!  It was quite a Ride!  Huzzah!!!
But...I didn't have Twitter back then either.
We had Table Rules.  Things "said" at the Coffeetable stay at the Coffetable.
So weeks before the playoffs, all the Bruins players I seemed to follow hushed up a bit or so.
Or am I making that up?

As a Culture, the Bruins thrive on Youth, Discipline and the Ability to Overcome.
And the trading of Tyler Seguin was a Warning Shot to the rest of the Boston Locker room.
It was a sign.
For Dougie Hamilton.
Torey Krug.
Jordan Caron.
Maybe even Malcolm Subban, all down the line.
The locker room & roster is filled with youthful talent, interspersed with the developed then-youth, now Veteran All-Stars from the past 7 Years...
Tuuka Rask
Patrice Bergeron
Milan Lucic
and perhaps Johnny Boychuk as well.
Culture of the Team.

I made a joke.  Seguin wasn't banged up enough with little to show for at the end of the Cup Finals.
Don'tcha think this all Funny?
So in the end, I ultimately respect the talent swap...
Yet I will oddly enough miss Tyler Seguin, in Boston, on the ice and on Twitter.  He sent great pics when he cared too.
Nonetheless, he painted himself into a corner in Beantown Faire.  And was basically judged by his bosses as bad for the team.

I think he'll grow up to be a fine player.  He's still young yet.
Hey, Jaromir Jagr winning the Cup as a rookie with the Penguins turned him into a lothario too!
And as I said...I was a young man, walking tall down these city streets with a pack of friends, looking for the next great time.
Good Luck, Tyler Seguin.
Watch out for those Texas Girls!  Something else I can say with verity but iDigress...

Wednesday, September 11, 2013


This is basically a Cut 'n' Paste from Last Year.
A column by a comics writer living in NYC, then & probably now: Gail Simone.
Gail's got DC Chops.  I should be reading more of her stuff such as BIRDS OF PREY and the current BATGIRL but iDigress...
Please Read.
Never Forget.
Namaste & Good Luck

Thu, September 13th, 2001 at 12:00am PDT

Comic Books, Gail Simone, Guest Contributor

In The Midst Of The Horror...

Something wonderful happened.

I found out that I'm not as cynical and pessimistic as I had thought. Here's why:

The passengers who chose to attack their hijackers, likely saving thousands of lives.

The policemen who haven't slept in two days.

The firefighters who pleaded from their hospital beds to be allowed to go back to the scene to help.

The endless line of people in New York volunteering to do something. Anything.

The people around the world donating money and blood, even from countries in desperate need.

The health care personnel who walked to the scene unasked, to help.

The emergency service workers who rushed back to the scene despite the danger of buildings around them in danger of collapse.

The non-Muslims who refused to give in to bigotry and racism.

The websites that started donation drives that are collecting millions, a dollar at a time.

The Red Cross, never more deserving, never more tested.

The journalists who occasionally worked through tears to keep us informed.

The grief counselors who took the savagely difficult task of being with the loved ones of the victims when it was most needed.

The massive support of the governments of the world. If there was a sign of hope for the future, this is it.

Those common people in virtually every country in the world, who left flowers and prayed and lit candles and sent letters to the US in memory of people they'd never known.

The huge group of people cheering for not only the policemen, firefighters and EMTs at the scene, but for the Con Ed workers and those who handled the debris.

The politicians who suddenly rose above our expectations to do the right thing tirelessly and selflessly.

Those people who opened their homes to the stranded.

The National Guard, who know that they'll be called when things are at their worst.

The men and women in the towers and the Pentagon who aided those around them who had fallen, to get them to safety, at great personal risk.

The NATO leaders, who said we do not stand alone.

Voices in every language saying, "I'll give blood. I'll give money. I'll give support. I'll give food. I'll give a place to stay. I'll give my time. I'll give. I'll give. I'll give."

There can never be a full accounting, from quiet heroism that will never make the news, to those who sacrificed their lives after forty years of public service. I find myself with a new understanding of what it means to be an American, and what standards that means I should live up to. I find myself proud, not ashamed, to be a citizen of the world.

The list of victims is long. The list of those who want to help in any way they can has more than a billion names on it.

The people who committed this atrocity thought that they were striking at the heart of America.

They missed.