ComicMix Columns for the Week Ending May 11, 2008
Greetings from Asbury Park the wilds of New Jersey, where I’m visiting my Mom for Mother’s Day! Hope all you moms out there are having a good one. Here are some loving presents we’ve given you, and every other ComicMix reader for that matter, this past week:
- Mike Gold – Whizzy’s Wazoo #65: Name Dropping
- Dennis O’Neill – The Four-Color Answer #64: Wrath
- Me – It’s All Good #64: What I Can’t Write About
- John Ostrander – Tales From The O-zone #65: Them Bones
- Michael Davis – Straight, No Chaser #65: I Got Nothing…
- Martha Thomases – Brilliant Disguise #56: I Lost It at the Movies
- Michael H. Price – Forgotten Horrors #56: Child Brides of the Ozarks and Beyond
Hey, why not take your Mom to see Speed Racer today? After all, Susan Sarandon plays the protagonist’s mom, doesn’t she?
So last week my column was criticized for not being primarily about comics, the same day that my fellow columnist John Ostrander got over a dozen comments writing about politics, not one of which queried the appropriateness of his subject matter. Obviously people who have written and drawn comics for a living (Denny, Michael, etc.) can get a little more slack than someone who’s only ever written four comic book stories and had them all published. Not that I’m bitter! Oh no, indeedy; I’m actually grateful those critiques have given me fodder for this week’s column!
so I can finally read issue #2 which Robin inked and which came out in stores the Wednesday prior to the NY Comic Con. Just to give you an idea of the lag time here.) Four years ago, when my boss moved the office out to Westchester, my weekly visits to Midtown Comics to view the new books and collect my non-DC haul became an every other (or every third) week mail order. And because I no longer had the new comics when most of the active online discussions took place, I could no longer participate. By the time I acquire and read the book featuring the return of Barry Allen, or the mostly-Spanish issue of Blue Beetle that 
The 2008 Major League Baseball season is now well underway, so much so that broadcasters tend to get bored already and search around for anything else sports-related about which to pontificate; last weekend, as I recall, it was the NFL draft. Heaven forfend we stick to one sport at a time, after all. Or that we enjoy the leisurely pace of a game that used to be America’s Pastime until what happened between the lines got crowded out by commercial concerns, steroids and Americans’ need for speed.
It’s now been three days since NY Comic Con 2008 ended, but I had to save my con report until now because it usually takes me this long to fully recover and gather my thoughts. The older I get and the more convention time I’ve logged, the more a few patterns begin to present themselves, and this con pretty much ran the gamut for me.
As you probably know, except for the LA-based Michael Davis, every ComicMix columnist lives in the NY-NJ-CT metropolitan area. The famous magazine cover at right chides our perspective as somewhat skewed, but in reality I think New York City and its surrounding suburbs offer a pretty good microcosm of modern civilization. Not for nothing are we the melting pot of the world.
