Three panels from Jughead’s Double Digest #142.
Yes. They are from one comic.
Three panels from Jughead’s Double Digest #142.
Yes. They are from one comic.
…you just need to see the Punisher stabbing a gorilla.
Punisher War Journal #6, where Frank also fights a snake, an alligator, and Wolverine’s Pimp Cape. Believe it.
Will Pixie Pie’s unchecked reign of freaking the squares via radical feminism ever be stopped?
As you all probably know, this is a huge weekend for news of the comics industry as publishers make their biggest announcements of the year at San Diego’s ComicCon International!
Unfortunately, while SDCC rages on into the night with a non-stop party machine driven by guys like Kevin Church and Bully, I’m stuck over here on the East Coast, which is a shame, because believe it or not, I was actually invited to be on a panel this year. Still, I’m not going to let a little matter of 3,000 miles keep me away from the breaking news, so I’ve been on the phone all day with trusted sources and I’ve been Twittering up a storm to bring you the news that you won’t be seeing anywhere else!
Marvel Comics
Future plans include a multi-part epic of urban warfare, starting with Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em v.1: Now Watch Me Do.
DC Comics
And the biggest news from the convention…
At 96 pages, this will be Ross’s most ambitious work in ten years. Said Johns, “Our goal is to do exactly what Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons intended, using their story as a springboard to tell other fantastic tales of the characters in this world.”
Pretty exciting stuff, and we haven’t even hit the weekend yet! Stay tuned for more con news that you won’t be seeing anywhere else, only on the ISB!
*: Truth percentage may be slightly exaggerated.
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I hate Richie Rich.
I hate him so much, in fact that when I was having lunch with Dr. K yesterday, an offhand remark turned into a two-hour discussion of why I–and, as it turns out, the good Doctor–can’t stand the little oligarch. Essentially, it boils down to the fact that Richie, a kid known for doing things like building a little castle out of cash and playing football with a huge chunk of pure silver (and, of course, for having terrifying abs), throws around so much cash that it makes P. Diddy look like a Franciscan monk, and he does it with his friends who can’t even afford to buy a new pair of pants.
The only other explanation, and the one that I think we’re supposed to buy given the “Poor Little Rich Boy” tagline, is that Richie isn’t ostentatious, he just has absolutely no concept of the value of money. Seriously, that’s the better of the two possibilities, and imagining Richie’s blank stare as Freckles tries to explain why he doesn’t just sew hundred-dollar bills onto his jeans doesn’t do a whole lot to generate sympathy.
The only way you can make these stories work, then, is to do them with a character that understands a little something about loss, who learns the hard way that there are problems even improbably large safes full of gold coins can’t solve. Someone like…
Ah yes.
Much better.
You’re welcome.