The Things I Get For My Birthday

There was a card:

Anyone know whose Spidey that is? I'm inclined to guess Bagley because of the ass and because he's the only Spidey artist whose work I've actually read.

I thought the point of these puzzles was some sort of memory and observation test. But I guess it also works as a 'telling the difference between two things, both of which you can see' test.

Maybe I'm just not the intended audience.

Anyway, even better than that?

Goddamn Batman Chuck Taylors.

That was probably the best birthday present I've ever bought myself, even if I do have too many shoes.


Today's fantasy novel comics reference.

Their banners flared and flapped, a pageant of color: red ox and golden mountain, purple unicorn and bantam rooster, brindled boar and badger, a silver ferret and a juggler in motley, stars and sunbursts, peacock and panther, chevron and dagger, black hood and blue beetle and green arrow.

-- A Clash of Kings, p. 417, George R. R. Martin


Two Panels.

In which I fall in love with Joe Casey (or possibly Brian Holguin):

(from Mr. Majestic)

It's too bad that's out of print.

In addition to the overall excellence and the similarities to Casey's Wildcats, it also made me much more anxious to read Gødland*.

* A Gødland bit my sister...