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Sweet shadow corn for the sweet

56. Pigeons from Hell – Joe R. Lansdale, Nathan Fox, & Dave Stewart

Apparently Robert E. Howard wrote some non-Conan stories and this is one of them, as adapted into a graphic novel with a new ending and some twists and turns by master of Hap and Leonard Joe R. Lansdale with inkster Nathan Fox and colorist Dave Stewart.

It’s one of those tales where there’s an abandoned New Orleans mansion and the theoretically long-lost heirs to the people that owned it and dissolved under their own mythology return to find it in ruins and possibly now taken up by the occasional startling feral cat, an angry homeless person or two – possibly a gang – and, especially in this case, the super-scary fluttering birdies. Then the heir-apparents have to navigate a curse in order to claim what is theirs or die under the weight of it. Just like in Candyman II: Farewell to the Flesh, one of my all-time favorite sequels. This time, instead of antiques dealers and Tony Todd being all cool and murdering people who were ashamed of their family lineage, there are pigeons, flesh ripping (well, I guess that’s kind of the same, but no bees), a trek through the swamp to the owner of a bottletree to learn the real story of why their house is killing hippies. And there’s corn! It’s not very nice corn, but it’s corn.

Ozymandias does not wish to hear about any long-lost inheritances. Leave that to the Mississippi pigs, he’s an Illinois boy all the way.


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Those wacky champions.

8. Buffy Season Eight: Twilight – Brad Meltzer, Joss Whedon, Georges Jeanty…

So, classic couples twist. Okay. Right. I think this review, which pops up on Amazon as an example of the reviews, and rightly so, says it all: “The big reveal makes very little sense” – SJ Parker. Thanks, SJ, that’s exactly how I felt.

Let’s bring back that whole “cookie dough” discussion, shall we? Because it wasn’t hard enough to hear it the first time, and then that time during that Angel episode (I liked “The Girl In Question”, some people didn’t, but Angel and Spike banter is where it’s at when you’ve read many, many whiny vampire stories, it’s nice to hear them properly sound like five year olds instead of being expected to take the whining seriously), and now they’re here again- Baking! Oh the shenanigans!

Murderface does the lean of dissastisfaction.

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That I do, Sir.

7. Buffy Season Eight: Retreat – Jane Espenson, Joss Whedon, Georges Jeanty…

I don’t think I’m liking this eighth season deal. Now that May is unofficial vampire month here, I might as well deal with the confusing mass that is Buffy: Season Eight. At least in a couple of volumes. So I read graphic novels sometimes, usually only when they’ve made it to trade paperback collections because I don’t like to wait and I’ve never really been a Wednesday person. Buffy and Spaced are my two favorite television shows of all time. Sometimes Metalocalypse makes its way out of my mouth (obviously) when asked about my favorite shows too, but if we’re talking live-action it’s Buffy and Spaced at the top of Favoritism Mountain. Any continuation of Buffy is something I’m interested in (or Angel) but there’s something extremely off-putting about this series of comics. Maybe it’s the gigantic change in format, maybe it’s that some of what happened throughout the volumes would have been reserved for separate seasons if it were still a tv show and really that just goes back to change of format, maybe it’s my inability to remember what happens in these for more than an hour after I read them…but it’s not as much fun for me. I feel like I’m reading a Syfy Channel imitation movie of Buffy where now she can do absolutely fucking anything. Anything. And everyone’s come up against wacky new creatures who need no explanation whatsoever or context – Thricewise? If it’s a comic and we’re not restricted to a one hour broadcast time perhaps providing lots of context is possible. Maybe it’s possible! I should read the collections again but my first impressions of each volume lean mainly toward “annoyed” in retrospect. Perhaps some completely frozen CGI birds would help.

Retreat continued the disjointedness by removing some magic and presenting Oz, his wife, and baby and then some attempts at meditation and other happinesses. I’m still confused about parts of it and sometimes I find the idea that one could attain a totally clear head and be at peace irritating. Right now, in the middle of this stressful journey away from the enemy, they can clear their heads? Really? It’s just beyond my threshold of suspension of disbelief, behind the grazing pony and those frozen CGI birds.

Baby Belvedere has become the chosen one of his family – he did not use that positioning to mar the legacy of any late 90s television shows with extraordinarily random plotting or peacefulness.

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