My Week In Comics 9-15-10

An interesting (well, probably only to me) quirk: I bought four books -- from four different publishers.

Batman Beyond 4 (of 5): From DC Comics, obviously. I found this issue to be a letdown. If the last-page reveal of the person behind the "Hush" getup who is killing the former enemies of the original Batman is to be believed, it rubs me the wrong way. The way the tale here is told, it's not quite logical unless the story isn't being told in chronological order.

Rawhide Kid: The Sensational Seven 4 (of 4): And this one's from Marvel Comics, and was also a letdown. Everything played out quite predictably, including the identity of the old man who was being held with the Earp brothers. In the end, like most sequels, this didn't quite live up to the first series featuring the gay cowboy.

This image unites two of the four books this week!

Simpsons Comics 170: From Bongo Comics -- did I mention they finally have a website? -- comes a story that isn't a letdown! Lisa discovers that a tune she plays on her sax-o-mo-phone makes everyone instantly go from mean and greedy to kind and generous. Of course, she decides to use it to make the world a better place, but things don't quite go as she planned.

CBGB 2: Finally, we have this: a comic book about the legendary nightclub, from a company called Boom! Studios. Is it an ongoing book? A miniseries? No idea. The only reason I even looked at it is because one of the stories in this issue was written by Ana Matronic of the fabulous Scissor Sisters. It's ostensibly about a writer and her writer's block, but it's really a love letter to the New York City of the 70s, before the Disney-ification of Times Square, the days when CBGB was entering its prime as the home of the punk and New Wave scene. I highly recommend this one just for Ana's story.

Things I learned on Saturday in NYC

1) There's a copy of the LOVE sculpture by Robert Indiana at 55th and 6th Avenue. People were climbing on -- and into -- it, between the V and E -- to get their pictures taken. I think that sucks. (Actually, there are copies in a lot of places. That definitely sucks. There should only be one, and it should only be here.)

2) After waiting in the TKTS line in Times Square for a half-price ticket to the matinee performance of "9 to 5: The Musical," I went to Union Square. There was a farmers' market, with vendors selling all sorts of produce and healthy foods and organic foods and so on. Alas, I did not partake of a healthy treat. When I saw that nearby University Place was closed to traffic with street vendors lined up and down selling all manner of trinkets, I went there -- and discovered one of the most delicious items I've ever tasted: Deep Fried Oreos. I'd never heard of this particular gourmet delicacy before, but then I haven't spent much time at fairs or carnivals recently. You dip the Oreos in batter and drop them in the fryer for a bit, then add the powdered sugar. The crunchy cookie turns soft, almost like cake. Food of the gods, I tell you!

3) I'm not sure how good an idea it was to turn the movie "9 to 5" into a musical. Perhaps it was because I started to tire after having trouble sleeping for two nights in a row, but I wasn't overwhelmed by it. Some of the musical numbers were just average, and if I remember the movie correctly, they made one or two minor changes in the plot that didn't quite sit well with me. It wasn't a bad show, the performers were quite entertaining, but it just all didn't mesh together in a spectacular way. It's closing in September, so unless you want to wait for the national tour, see it now if you're so inclined. (Also, there's an actor named Charlie Pollock who has a small role as the husband of Doralee, the character played by Dolly Parton in the movie. If anyone has a shirtless picture of him, please post it. Yum.)

4) While I was walking along University Place (although I only learned of this later, on one of the electronic boards that scroll headlines) a small plane and a tour helicopter collided over the Hudson River. Both aircraft crashed into the river, killing 9 people. It was the deadliest air crash in New York since November 12, 2001. That morning, 265 people died when an American Airlines flight crashed in Queens shortly after takeoff from JFK Airport -- and I was in New York that day as well. I was up there for the weekend and saw the TV coverage after I woke up to check out of my hotel. It's an eerie coincidence. If it happens one more time while I'm there, I may have to ban myself from the city.

Another lying politician

The Times Square fixture known as the "Naked Cowboy" is going to run for mayor of New York City. Since I don't have a direct vote, I can only speak out and hopefully influence a voter or two (million). Do NOT vote for this man. We have enough politicians who don't live up to their promises. Here's one that we already know doesn't tell the truth. How do we know this (besides the obvious "because his mouth is moving" answer)? Simple:

He is NOT naked. He's NEVER naked. Frankly, I doubt he's even a real cowboy. Please, New York City, heed my warning! If you elect this man mayor he will ruin you!