I'm a well read technosexual who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
The Guardians first theft was a test for the second, more important, theft. Then again, when someone wants you to steal from the collection of an immortal - a Celestial named the Collector - you know things might go sideways. I mean, he named after himself after his hoarding obsession! You know you're a hoarder when collecting isn't just the thing you do, it's so much a part of you, it's your name.
And The Collector isn't your run-of-the-mill hoarder. He only collects the good stuff. The one-of-a-kind stuff. And he's super serious about keeping that shit in his collection. He doesn't just have a space-museum, oh, no. The rooms can shift around. He has robots and horrors as safety, as well as a buttload of mines. And not just one kind of mine. Some blow up if an organic being shows up nearby. Some... I forget all the kinds, or even the others, because the organic-sensor mines stood out most. But Rocket listed off a whole bunch of kinds.
Drax still won't fight, which everyone figures he might have to. In fact, when he kills someone, he screams at them that it's their own fault, he tried not to fight them, and he won't accept that guilt on his conscience, nope, not him.
Gamora, however, is willing to murder everyone who gets close to her. Robot, not a robot, whatever, all the same to her. She also has a side deal with the buyer, as far as I can tell. Rocket is pretty much the same, while Groot is tiny. And The Collector is... far huger than I remember, but hey, Celestial. I'm willing to go with it, especially if the Guardians come out of this okay.
So, for some reason, this battle is feeling drawn out. Maybe it's because it feels like a lot of the fighting takes place off page, or maybe it's because with Reyes depowered, I'm just not feeling this as much.
I also am interested in Dr. Fate and his role in all this, but he's out of the picture for now, too.
Maybe it was that in addition to all this, there are enough subplots for this to feel scattered. I don't notice, or mind, as much when I'm fully engaged with the story, but I was clearly not. Still, bits of humor even in the darkest of times, and I'm loving how everyone banded together to fight, no matter what their situation.
I guess I'm just grumbling because, so far, I've loved this series as a whole. This particular issue fell short for me, and that's frustrating. I can't quite pinpoint it: the characters are in character, the plot is sensible given what's happening, and I'm still not happy. Even my complaints - like the multiple subplots - are common in comics. I'm just not quite happy with how this all came together, given the specifics of the plot right now. I think I also enjoyed the lighter tone in the beginning; I need that, especially right now, and it's particularly disappointing that this is getting darker when I needed something lighter.
I'm still willing to give this an issue or two, at least, especially given the ending. I'm particularly intrigued to see what will happen next! And I love how easy DC is making the digital redemption: no scrolling through the comics given the placement in the back of the peel of sticker for the code, and no having to merge accounts as it assumes you have either an Amazon or Comixology account and adds it immediately depending on where you sign up. (It's also on the DC app, and DC store, but I mostly read via Comixology because I have my Amazon, Marvel and now my DC account merged so it's absolutely perfect for me because I have all my comics in one place!)
It had such promise. I'm feeling like it's flailing and in doing so, just knocking things over. Ghost Rider was more in character, but still felt off. Not as much meta, not as much social commentary, and while I laughed out loud and had fun, it's just not as much fun as I used to have reading this. The first issues were tight, and gently pocked fun at all things comics - including the fans - like Deadpool did.
Not quite so much now, and I miss the relatively older Gwenpool.
I snapped this up for free on Comixology, because I'd seen the movie trailer at Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 2, which my dad took me to recently. (Or rather, I asked if he wanted to go and he did, as he'd enjoyed volume 1.)
He wasn't crazy about the preview, but I thought it looked awesome, and it's directed by Luc Besson. Sweet! So I was excited to read this, and it was pretty awesome. Some slight shade is thrown at Laureline, and I almost commented on it, but kept reading. There's snark about letting women be time travel police and she jovially says it's because she can cook, and so on and so forth. That seemed to be them just kidding around more than shade throwing, as I'd first thought. (Still, it seems odd that Laureline is called out, as are women, without the opposite being true. She was still on the defensive pretty much all the time, and even though she could take care of herself, I was still not happy with this line of questioning or the way that the genders were treated unevenly.) Still, she seemed pretty strong and I appreciated that, at least. I can't even be like 'oh, well, that was just the time period and realism' because Valerian and Laureline are from the fricking future. Thus them being time police. I mean, that's not what they're called in this, but when you boil it down to the basics that's what they are.
I also wasn't crazy about this particular art. The style usually works for me, but this was a little too wonky for me. That being said, I'd say I took off half a star for the misogyny and half for the art. Otherwise, though, I liked this. Valerian is sent back to 1986 to stop a criminal from his time from changing the past in his favor.
Laureline gets caught up in all the time-jumping antics, as they try to save their future, the future that they know so well. There are robots, who are evil and stealing things, and that goes about as well as I'd expect for the 'bots. (Sadness, but it makes sense narratively!)
The webcomics were undoubtedly written for the fans, and while I've heard good things about this series, I am not yet a fan. I need to read it before I make up my mind, to be honest. And I'm on the fence about reading this given the fact that the artist abused his wife, then they got a female artist, and she was dumped to bring back the original artist. While she says she expected it might happen, it was the way she was treated in order to bring him back that sticks in my craw. And to be honest, I'm always suspicious of strong female characters written by men who casually shrug off this kind of behavior. Just how much can they get into a woman's mind if they are willing to forgive a friend or co-worker who is abusive?
This series felt okay for a couple reasons: it was free, and it was written by different people. It might give me a sense of the world without having the icky feelings that reading something illustrated by this artist, or written by the man who absolved him by accepting him without blinking an eye, would bring.
But unfortunately this was incredibly short, as were the stories. They were nonsensical because I needed to know the world, I suspect, to fully appreciate them. And while I still adore the word 'fuckbuckets' - which, yes, was uttered - and the way in which the women ogled a sports team, turning the hyper sexualization and objectification of women in comics on its head, I always felt a little left out of the joke.
Fun, but I wouldn't suggest reading unless you were a fan already. But if you are, I suspect you'll enjoy this - although it's hard for me to say for the obvious reasons. My suspicions are made based on the fact that this seems to be very much like the series based on what I've heard about it, though.
I got my ISOLA print professionally framed, and it's been gone since yesterday. I had a long talk about UV and what it did to signatures and, yeah, worth it to get that. I also got a frame for my Wonder Woman stamps, and bought some frames for my mom for her prints for work.
I also indulged in another Humble Bundle physical. A fifty dollar comic for shipping and handling, which I can tell you is only $6.80. The code is good for the first one thousand customers, and I forgot to check yesterday: there were two thousand ones sold, so I was sure I wouldn't snag the Harley Quinn variant, but I did. Michael Turner bundle here. It's gorgeous. Or I should say Turner's work is. Another comic fan described his expressions as static: everyone has the same facial expressions. I agreed and proceeded to not give one single fuck. Let me explain. Most art, in my opinion, trades some realism for expression. When you get photorealistic art, it gets hard to balance infusing it with an emotional content as the singular focus tends to be realism. Most art - at least most realistic art, as opposed to abstract - trades off some realism for expression. There are some rare artists who can combine both, but it's not very often. There is something lush about Turner's art that makes me love it, no matter what. (I can't help but compare to, say, Christian Ward's art on Black Bolt: it's freer. It's super realistic, but has more of the abstract sensation of the emotive. On the scale, it's traded some realism for emotion, but since I tend to gravitate towards art that moves me, and makes me feel, especially lately, I prefer Ward's art to Turner's. They are both excellent artists, and I still admire Turner greatly, but I'll subscribe to Ward's Black Bolt, and not Turner's, because I have limited amounts of funds, and time.) I haven't really delved into the Aspen worlds - and these comics, as well as the print comic are from Aspen - and I find myself looking forward to this!
Also, I'm still two reviews or so behind. I'm tired, physically and mentally lately, and more prone to anxiety in which my heart races and I'm sure something crippling is coming. Just lately, it was me having trouble with my breaks - trouble that was fixed - and being sure that my car wouldn't pass inspection. (It did.) But I was consumed. I was also worried about getting the Harley promo and I did, so, y'know, unfounded anxiety. I end up with crippling depression where I spend most of my free time trying to drag myself out. And I'm not sure why. I suspect it's, oddly enough, school. As much as I'm looking forward to being a student again, I'm stumbling over a couple things. Like it's not September yet, and I want it to be, and the world seems dreary in comparison right now. And it's a huge change, and change freaks me out until it's upon me, and then I adapt quickly. Even knowing this, having a huge change looming ahead of me is messing with me.
I've been, quite honestly, playing a shitload of Juice Jam to calm me down. I want to do things: cook my own food to help me feel better and to eat healthier - more fruits and veggies, exercise more because it makes me feel better, and also get back into coloring for an hour before bed, and then sleeping and waking up at the same time each night and morning. I've also committed into wearing makeup and looking, um, what I consider nice? Geeky clothing and makeup themes. But doing so makes me feel better, so I'm going to do that.
I"m sleeping between my Transformers pillow and my Build-A-Bear Rocket, which I think is helping me to sleep more. Nothing traumatic, or drastic, just small things in my life. I'm having trouble focusing on reading, and that always makes me more depressed, so I want to commit to reading more steadily, too.
It's kind of ironic that I feel more sympathy for The Kingpin, who's painted as a monster, than Hawkeye, who's trying to do good, but is so casually oblivious about his assholeness that I wanted someone to fucking stab him at... a lot of points.
The Kingpin, who is Wilson Fisk, is a man who rules with a tight fist, that he has no hesitation about using as a weapon if someone fails him, or ignores him, or disrespects him. He is also willing and able to pit people against each other in order to take out those who stand in his way, not even batting an eye at demoting or sacrificing his loyal people to get what he wants. He sees the world as Trump does, in that there are winners or losers. You are strode upon, or you stride upon the backs of others. In fact, both men cower to overbearing fathers as children, although Fisk has it beaten into him - at least in some backstories - that this is the way the world works. (And just to clarify: I don't know what happened to Trump as a child, but I have heard quotes from The Art of the Deal that were watered down versions of what he told the author - and it seems to me that Trump's father was overbearing.)
The difference, for me, between Trump and Fisk is that Fisk is not overtly misogynistic and racist. He keeps his calm and while he won't brook disrespect, because he believes it will leave him open to further attacks, he doesn't take it as personally as Trump does. He certainly has the self control to allow the wound to fester in private until the appropriate time to react comes. He is patient and thoughtful and only strikes when it's the optimum time to do so. But all of this - his patience, and his ability to judge people personally rather than if they're women or people of color - come from one of his differences. He wasn't born rich. He had to fight for what he got, and no expectations that others would bend to his will. He knew that needling and threatening did more than publicly decrying people in a way that made him look worse than those he was attacking.
It's why later in his life, Fisk will treat his wife, Vanessa, respectfully. Not only would he not dare to objectify her, he wouldn't allow anyone else to do so without killing them. Then again, he didn't just want a nice piece of ass; he fell in love with her for her brains, as well as her body.
So this got weird. Let's just say this does a fantastic job of mining our darker instincts without being so offensive I wanted to punch anyone. Lovely.
What's funny is right before I read this, I was talking to my dad. About guys, particularly white guys. (And just so I don't generalize too much - yeah, rich orange guys, too.) And about how it's hard for guys today: they used to be able to get away with all this bullshit and it was swept under the rug, laughter, moving on. Now women speak up when men say and do things that demean them. So do people of color.
We were analyzing why, and I said I thought it was partly just that they were used to getting away with everything. He agreed.
And then fucking Hawkeye telling a woman that her name and her huge watermelons - that she's lugging around, and I just cannot even get around that phrasing - means she's a stripper. Or maybe she just has naturally humongous boobs. And yeah, sure, maybe her parents named her Peppermint.
The other thing that gets to me is that a man wouldn't be offended if you called his penis huge: that's not something that's looked down on. They are men, have lives, and potentially huge penises. It doesn't box them in if they do, it just means that they're, supposedly, super studs. So not only do men want to fling this shit everywhere, but they don't want to get called out for the same thing they call other people out for. Nope, not rewarding that behavior.
I literally... that one fucking line is what remains burned into my memory of this book. Because it was pointless: he's trying to help her, and insults her based on her female qualities. Which does not get her to trust him.
I'm glad Clint got over his shitty behavior phase and turned into someone awesome later on, though.
These kinds of these never stop getting funny. They always make me laugh as much no matter how many of them I see XD
Yay! I'm feeling less stressed, and even less depressed, like I'm one step closer towards this goal of mine. Even though I just had to wait for the registration e-mail, then follow the steps, which wasn't as hard, as stressful, or as long as applying then waiting for my letter to get in, the same euphoria fills me now. I have to adult: I promised my mom I'd look for frames for her prints, and I have some of my own I need to frame, but after that, catch up on reviews, then comic reading :D
So, I kinda love this panel!
Go Robot by Red Hot Chili Peppers: