I really can’t decide if I want to write up anything more about Wizard World, especially since Mike pretty well covered it. The dealer’s area alternately depressed, angered and overwhelmed me, and I think in future I’m just going to have to stay in the Artist’s Alley type areas, because as confusing as that was, at least I got to briefly chat with Amanda Connor, Jimmy Palmiotti and Todd Nauck and his wife Dawn, which was nice. I also meant to find Matt Maxwell again and give him some money for Strangeways, but I couldn’t remember where in all that chaos he had been sitting.

So, I’ll just share a couple of the good shots.

Here’s a man beating a woman with a dead pig, from Ken Shannon #3. Forget all those new comics that are either too expensive or too cheap; just point me in the direction of coverless Golden and Silver age books at the next con and I’ll be happy.

A trio of costume shots…I have NO IDEA how that last one ended up on my camera. Honest. I think Pete took it.

And finally, my first ever convention sketch, by Todd Nauck, which I’m absolutely thrilled with.

Nauck is drawing the upcoming American Dream series for Marvel and his creator-owned book Wildguard is returning to Image soon. I really like Nauck’s work and he’s not an artist I usually get to bring up here, so go out and buy those books and encourage more work from him.

Please address all complaints to Mr. M. Sterling

LEGO PORN!!!

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Kevin Church is a god-damned saint.

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The producers of the upcoming Wolverine solo film have decided, in light of the negative critical and fan reaction to the third X-Men film, to high-light Hugh Jackman’s musical theater abilities and the gay subtext of the X-franchise:

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I love covers.
I love Disney.
I…am okay…with Tim Curry.

Yet this terrifies me.

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Also, if you’d like to see more of my exhausting weekend, click on the shiny golden underwear…

Still recovering from the weekend. Instead, you’ll have to content yourself with photos of drag queens and leather daddies.

Which, come to think of it, provides a handy explanation of why I need to recover from my weekend…

You know, I never have this problem with my Ravages. Or my Bumblebees. Of course, my Bumblebees teamed up to kick the crap out of Goldbug, so…

And, naturally, everyone hates Hot Rod.

It’s hypnotic…

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I actually don’t have much to post today, other than to note that I’ve been greatly amused at watching people argue back and forth over whether or not All Star Batman and Robin‘s latest issue was good or bad, and whether or not it was meant to be good or bad. Amused, and slightly disappointed, because while what All Star Batman is should be quite self-evident, I haven’t seen anyone bothering to tear apart a really horrible comic, namely Ultimates #13. This book was so bad, I think it finally cured me of any impulse to ever waste any money purchasing anything with Mark Millar’s name on it ever again. I think it cured me of ever giving Bryan Hitch my money again as well, simply out of guilt by association. With this issue, it’s almost as if Millar managed to distill Civil War‘s ponderously self-important “I have an important political point to make, dammit! Right after this fight scene” style into one comic.
But, ooooh, it had fold out pages, so I guess we’re supposed to overlook the fact that it was terrible and made not one damn bit of sense…