Imagine if Stan Lee had been exposed to Public Enemy and the Nation of Islam and if Siegel and Schuster had spent some time absorbing the wild life in Detroit.
Now imagine the comics they would create.
That’s kind of how I experienced the Milestone line of comics. Icon was a slave, Spider-man was a nerdy kid who got his powers trying to shoot his bully on the sly.
[Yup, Static got his powers when he went to a massive gang battle and was going to shoot his bully]
Static was so great that Static’s arm (the only part of him I could draw) covers a comic box in my basement today. I am a Dwayne McDuffie fan of such depth and adoration that I am completely gutted at the news that he has passed on.
You liked “Batman Beyond” That was Dwayne McDuffies touch.
Static Shock? Yup.
Justice League Unlimited (okay, these pulled from the comics)
That said; I loved Milestone and the line were among the last comics that I followed as a monthly (picking them up on Wednesdays at a comic shop) before I moved in with my wife and stopped buying comics (for a while).
I can picture the DAY I drew that arm. Chris and I were talking about Static (which we had picked up in Port Elgin in that comic shop that ended up being in a basement) going on and on about how much we dug it and how awesome it was to have comics that went along with our love of Public Enemy and conscious rap, which really mattered to teenage us.
This guy gave us “OUR” Spider-man; an adolescent who was REALLY dealing with the problems we dealt with; not the problems of a “teenager” from before that mattered.
(Yeah, Static Shock had none of the “real” that the Comic had for the majority of the inital run)
I felt connected to the characters; but Static. That was all for me as far as I was concerned. Thanks Mr. McDuffie; you made my teenage years a bit better; and the world a little better place.
Notorious Homophobes and Christian Values expounders Chick-fil-A were an unknown quantity to me when I first visited Virginia in 1999. I had never seen their “Eet mor Chikin” signs nor even ventured inside one of them; and I may never ever if things continue on path. I’ll remember Virginia for it’s temperate November, it’s hard to find liquor store and sinking me back into the morass of comics that I had abandoned not 2 years earlier.
Continue reading How driving past a Chick-fil-A got me back into Comics
Frank Frazetta, RIP – Boing Boing
Frank Frazetta, RIP (via Boing Boing)
Not an action figure but a real photo of Thor…. now what?
Ten Issues of growing dread and uncertainty.
Something like two years of waiting to see what happens; to maybe understand why.
I know we will probably never see a “why” in “The Walking Dead” because that would mean an ending and why stop riding that cash cow, huh?
At least we knew Crossed would have an ending; and I imagine there are some who read it only to see it end and not be left out when their other (in their minds) more “fucked up” friends finished reading it. I kept wanting to know where we would be going, I had imagined for a while that the narrator was the kid and that this future history was about how the main character would become one of the crossed and then hunt him.
Instead, when you look at it again through the lens of this issue you see what the crossed is really about. In every issue we meet a so-called clean person or group who is doing the very thing that the crossed, the MONSTERS are doing. Cannibal Children, homosexual rape and murder, casual cruelty to the less powerful. All there for us, and it wasn’t laid bare until the end. The Crossed is (and always was about “the clean ones) the Crossed is about the sickness that pervades us and we don’t treat it as such, at least when one of them has that big mark on their face one can easily separate the monsters from the innocents. By the end though; are there any innocents left?
This last issue caps the Horsecock story and addresses the issue of the Crossed’ level of intelligence, placing them somewhere in the clever toddler level with a mean streak a mile wide and a complex reasoning ability that lets them… I won’t give away more about this issue itself. I’m kind of glad this is over.
Where Black Gas covered much the same ground in terms of action on the page, Mr. Ennis and Mr. Burrows have attempted; I think, to elevate the message above the medium. These things exist, they are here already and if you don’t confront them, you are as much to blame as they are themselves.
It’s been what? Five years now since Rick was smacked on the head with a shovel while prowling outside his own home.
Did you ever get the idea that Rick died right there an then and the rest of “The Walking Dead” has been some kind of melodramatic Hell? A Purgatory for Rick who woke up after the world had ended but didn’t move on with his family.
I’m beginning to think that if it isn’t; perhaps now it’s time to just end the thing.
All of the twists have been turned; kids have been eaten. Babies blown to bits by shotguns; rapists roam freely.
If Robert Kirkman hasn’t been describing Hell, he’s bound to be close.
The Walking Dead 70 drops the remaining survivors in what appears to be a safe town; and I say that with all the foreboding we should just expect now. There is no safe town for Rick and crew, right? The series can’t possibly just become a day-to-day about surviving comfortably… right?
If this panel doesn’t set off your “Oh shit that kid is getting beat at home alarm” then you haven’t been reading this comic. Yeah, and uh, that is rick now. He must be hungry all the time now.
Nothing plot wise goes down in this issue; however as there hasn’t been a real plot since the end of the Governor plot-line why should that matter? I think I continue to read this comic just to find out what happens in the end. Please, Rob, End this soon.
Horsecock and crew return and while singing about how much they love rape, Ennis and Burrows take the Crossed to a whole new level of “Rob zombie villain” because really, that is all the Crossed appear to be now. “The Firefly Family” as a communicable disease. The Manson Malaise if you will.
Our Band of survivors continue on their way, running from Equine Penis and his band of Rapist Meth-Heads, who stopped for a bite to eat along the way.
Yeah, we know they are cannibals and all, but look how happy this guy is, you might call him a Happy Meal, if you were into puns. I’m not, but that is one gleeful dinner right there.
The Survivors don’t get far enough away and are forced to take matters in hand:
Like many of these stories, showing up after the party with guns doesn’t really go their way. I’ll leave it to you to read the issue and find out why.
Crossed continues to be the Gross Out Apocalypse that it promised to be but the long lag between issues almost led to me missing this one. I may even give up on it until a Trade appears, because it IS entertaining and compelling, but hard to keep an eye on. Burrows and Ennis continue to deliver a horrifying world, much worse than say “the Walking Dead” without the need to kill off the major cast (I know its only seven issues in, but with the lag, its on par with the Walking Dead in terms of distance of time between tradgedies)
It’s sparse and horrible, when does issue 8 come out?
Finally things look up for Rick and his Crew (except for Dale, he’s boned)
Issue 65 Opens with the Survivors holed up in a church after being attacked from the tree line outside. Needless to say Rick is pissed off and ready to spit bullets.
Rightly so. It’s been about 4 weeks maybe 6 since his wife was killed by the governer and his men. Rick has been on the edge of really dangerous for a while now.
Issue 65 leaves us wondering if maybe he has stepped over the edge, (not really)
It’s been a while since Dale was bit, shouldn’t he have turned by now?
Speaking of which, if infected meat doesn’t turn you, doesn’t that mean that the “fairly fresh” dead are a good source of iron?
Yum, wandering Long Pig Sashimi!
This is a good issue, but it is over so quickly I’m about ready to chew the pages.
A small vignette from the beginning of the “Crossed” event. Note the man in shorts waving at the viewer?
Also: This is the Big Secret