As If It Weren't Hard Enough To Take NOM Seriously...

A Gaythering Storm from Jane Lynch

Not quite as funny as Stephen Colbert's video last week, but it has George Takei in it, and that automatically gives it a billion extra awesome points.

Imagine Yourself Gifted With Wings

Things about Cable & Deadpool #25 which are awesomesauce:

1. Captain America is in it! And his, ahem, flagpole.
2. Steve's secret undercover spy name is Roger Stevens. Cap, you are a DORK.
3. Happy nostalgic Steve eating in the mess hall, playing with kids, and painting a mural. Especially the last one - it's so sweet.
4. STEVE SPEAKS IN RED WHITE AND BLUE STRIPED TEXT BOXES. OMG.
5. The whole ending bit, where Cable shows him that even in his dark bad apocalyptic future, Steve's shield is a symbol of hope and idealism and freedom. It's a really strong scene. (It also reveals Marvel's argument that Cap had to be killed off because he is too antiquated and irrelevant for the bullshit it is. >:( Damnit, Marvel, THIS IS WHY YOU CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.)

So, uh, guess what I just bought from eBay? *sheepish* But hey, I want to scan it for Cap_Ironman and maybe SDII, and I will feel better about that if I buy a hard copy. That, and my comics collection still needs a lot of work. Right now I've got a lot of Marvel Adventures and things with Booster Gold in them, but not much else. Still, progress is progress. Before you know it, I'll be buying books that were actually printed in the last year. (I mean, if the titles that most of my characters are in start failing less. Cause I won't touch Invincible Iron Man with a ten foot pole, everything Tim is in is an epic angstfest, GLC is about to get sucked into Backest Night and I DO NOT LIKE HAL, YA is on eternal hiatus, I've yet to see Bart's bad Flash characterization be fixed, Ted, Kon, and Steve are still dead...but Booster Gold's still good!)


Icarus by Rebecca Baggett

The story is so simple

really. Imagine

yourself gifted with wings,

every child's sleeping

and waking dream, imagine

that you could defy

that force dragging us all

to heel, imagine every sweet safe

green harbor below, laid out

for your choosing

like candies in their box.

Then imagine that one

gold coin, that fierce and pulsing

point around which worlds dance,

imagine the gentleness below

and that wildness above, imagine

that something in you echoed

to the leaping of its flames,

imagine how its one question

beat in your veins, how you saw

with perfect clarity that moment

in which each of us chooses,

forever. Imagine that voice

far below crying: Come

back      Come back