Hey, folks! Before we get to this week’s Load, I’d just like to congratulate Team FBOTU contributor Brian and his boy wonder Preston on their 10th anniversary! They give hope to everyone in (or considering) a mixed marriage (comic geek/non-comic geek). Mazel tov, boys! Now, on with the Load. Take it away, Brian!
|Gotham City Sirens #19
Selina was kidnapped, had her brains scrambled, was almost blown up, then was reminded (repeatedly) that Bruce will never really love her. I think she’s earned a little sympathy and self-pity, don’t you? Think again. Like a total drama queen (and every gay guy I’ve ever known), Harley decides to take this opportunity to make Selina’s pain all about her own freaky-ass relationship with the Joker. So, everyone pay attention to Harley now. Bitch.
Will someone please tell me why I’m still reading what is probably the worst-written comic to come along in ages? Am I really that desperate for some hot shirtless Superboy scenes that I’ll keep buying this dreck? Apparently. Let’s see…Conner continues his break-up tour by dumping his sort-of girlfriend/cousin Lori. If you recall, he just dumped Cassie over in Teen Titans. And last month, he dumped his creepy stalker/sidekick Simon. Well, Simon’s back in the fold, for some reason, so there’s obviously hope for Cass and Lori. Meanwhile, Psionic Lad has shown up from the future or something and immediately tries to take Simon’s place as the pushiest bottom in Smallville. Seriously, Conner. Go back to Tim. Now.
|Thor for Asgard #6
This issue concludes what has been a pretty awesome miniseries. With gorgeous art by Simone Bianchi and a pretty lively tale by Robert Rodi, I can’t wait to get the hardback of this collection. And not just because Bianchi is just about the only artist working today who seems to know anything about male anatomy. His thunder god bulges have been stellar, and this issue is no exception. We start right off with one of his best. Check it out. Come on! There’s like actual definition and everything. Besides that, this whole story could have been called How Thor Got His Groove Back, since much of the story has focused on his literal and metaphorical impotence. What good is a god (or a man) if he can’t lift his hammer? Turns out, a guy can do a lot without his hammer; he just has to believe in himself. That’s a valuable lesson. Not for me, of course. I’ve never had any problem hefting my hammer. I meant it’s a valuable lesson for other guys. Not me. I’m cool.