600,000 MEGA WATTS OF SCHMUCK POWER!!!

Feeling fully vigorous after a Friday night of at least eight hours sleep, I set out to have a eventful weekend. And since it was the weekend before Spider-Man 2 opens up (and most likely, I'll probably be seeing it in Las Vegas, since I'm leaving Wednesday night for 5 days- although I'd rather be seeing it at the Westwood Village Mann, my precious fav for seeing box office blockbuster fare)and so to celebrate, I trekked down to Columbia Pictures studio over in Culver City and snapped a few pics of how they're dressing up the studio with mammoth sized posters and banners of Spidey and Doc Ock.

Then on to Santa Monica to visit my old pal Alan Sinder and to play catch up with what's going on in the real comic book world besides my little privatization that I'm trying to do with my Deposit Man books- so a visit over to Hi De Ho Comics was in order. I picked up the newest issue of Amazing Spider-Man 509 (oh good, so they've restored the original numbering on all the Marvel books - 'cause I was sick and fucking tired of Vol 2 issue 0 and 1/2 or whatever those crazy shilling schemes those corporates non-entities were coming up to sell books. Apparently, Mike Deodato Jr has now become the new artist, and Johnny Romita Jr is now stripped of his father's mantle, but Babylon 5 guy, J. Michael Straczynski is still writing like it's still Beverly Hills 90120 for super hero yuppieville. Haven't read it yet, figure I'd save it for the Greyhound trip out to Vegas. Another book of note, that Alan Sinder was fortunate enough to grab for me over at my local store, Earth 2 is the first of Howard Chaykin's Challengers of the Unknown 6 issue mini-series- which Howard signed for me (personalized, with some peppered rude comment of course). I love the bulk of Chaykin's work- especially when he bastardizes existing DC and pulp properties. His version of the Shadow back in '86 was a favorite that I would read many times over and was a major keepsake when I made a transition over from New Jersey to California (one of those fond cross country bus trips reads). And his version of Blackhawk was a PG 13 version of his own Black Kiss- who could ever forget Janos Prohaska's infamous hummer under the desk that predated the Clinton scandal by a dozen years? Challengers is only a six issue commitment- so, I'm sure it's worth coming out of my hole for a short while. More comics I plan on reading on my trip are the first few issues of Kyle Baker's the Plastic Man (which I voted for in the Eisners, even though technically, I haven't read it yet- it just that the name Kyle Baker and Plastic Man look so synonymous together - that seeing it listed on a ballot was entincing enough to vote for) and a few animated comics of Batman and Justice League.

Super hero comics- jeez, when the fuck am I going to grow up?

I go to Alan to pick up the signed Challenger book and I wind up taking home some Apple computer equipment that he didn't want anymore- with SCANNER included. I don't what to say- except where in the hell am I going to have room to put all this stuff? And can I get it working to post my own website? I'll have to worry about this sordid little dilemma after I get back from Vegas.

Conflicting interests arose for me on Sunday- I wanted to do two things, but only really could afford one- I really, really, really wanted to see Fahrenheit 9/11 this weekend - but had to settle instead for the Shrine Auditorium holding court once again for the monthly Los Angeles Science Fiction and Comic Book Convention- because one of my favorite actors, Lance Henriksen was making a appearance. Lance's most notable roles were mostly in the horror genre such as Pumpkinhead, Near Dark, the Bishop android in some of the Alien movies, and as Frank Black in the most beloved and most lamented series that was more than a pubic hair par above the X-Files, called Millennium. Lance was mostly there to hock his appearance in Fox's Alien vs. Predator, but there were several Millennium fans represented in the audience and Lance was happy to report that the Season One box set will be available on DVD (now that the X-Files has run it's course in the digital age, all nine seasons are available in box sets)next month and that there is a giant petition going around Fox to revive the series in some capacity and to sell it to a major cable network that might be more appreciative of this type of genre, now that we have shows such as the Sopranos, Deadwood, Nip/Tuck, or Six Feet Under - shows in which adult situations can be handled in a responsible way...you just don't show it to kids and network execs won't have shit to complain about. Lance told everyone that he wouldn't mind reviving the character in a feature length movie and has been pestering Chris Carter into doing it for the past several years.

I'm sure Chris would find the time to accommodate...it's not like he's got a television series going on at the moment.

So, on the political side of the fence- we have managed, under a cloak of darkness to transfer sovereignty back to Iraq 3 full days ahead of schedule. Again, I ask you: what does this have to do with me? And what does this have to do with you for that matter except to waste airtime on all the cable news networks?

All I'm saying is that we must have missed out on the greatest summer ratings bloodbath of all time - thanks again to puppet boy Bush.
Those damn insurgents got gyped, I tell you. Everyone was dead set on causing some major havoc- perhaps give us a more meatier alternative to watch than, say, those pesky boring athletes trying to pole vault over their own skid marks in their gym shorts at this summer's Olympics.

I guess, we'll just have to settle for more Bowling Heads for more Abu Gharib Dollars in the meantime.

AND isn't it really grand when hate mongers such as Sean Hannity, Bill O'Reilly, Rush Limbaugh, and Larry Elder can heap all the hatred they want in detering the American Public from having you see the new Michael Moore movie, but the more rheotric they wind up spewing, the more they help selling tickets- which only proves that the average citizen on the street already has a developed mindset to blank out 600 markets or so of conservative right wing hotair, let alone, a actual freedom of choice than most these religious nutfucks are trying to convince you that you don't have despite the threats to some theater owners' lives willing to show the film. The queue to the Crest Theater in Westwood was phenomenal, stretching all the way from the theater to Wilshire Blvd and back again. Even the studio that I work for is having a special employee screening in a couple of weeks. And I'm sure other studios are following suit.

We have found our weapon of mass debate and it's name is Michael Moore.

Ask your Republican congressman if he's more than willing to offer you a money back guarantee if he can give concrete proof that the current Administration has made great strides for the sake of humanity.

More likely they'll tell you to go fuck yourselves and if they ever catch you listening to Howard Stern again in the same breath- kiss your ass adios.

Tomorrow, Bakshi's Spider-Man on DVD:

http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0061301/combined