I'ma Light the Bat Signal!

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Josh Elder wrote me into a Batman Strikes comic! And you can buy it today!

Here's Gordon asking me to do an important job:


Yeah. I know. My name isn't spelled right. But still! I like to think I'm that tall, blonde, Nazi-looking cop.

I just want to point out that between Chris Sims, Dave Campbell and I, I definitely get the coolest job.

So there you go! Getting married is only the second most exciting thing to happen to me this week!

This is Batman Strikes #47, just to be clear. And it's a lot of fun!

Going to the Chapel...

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So I'm getting married this Saturday.

I feel that everything is in order but I have been told by many people to be prepared for something unexpected to happen.

I think that reading countless wedding issues of comics has taught me that it is wise to be prepared for, y'know, anything...

The important thing is that, no matter how stressful the situation, you can depend on your partner to be strong and help you through it:

That's how you know you married the right person.

(If they can get rid of Jack the Ripper and take you back through the time-barrier when things are rough).

Review of Smutty Teens, by Johnathan

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Okay, so this isn't a real review, so sue me. Rather, it's an excuse for my tardiness. See, part of my life imploded a few weeks back, and then my job got a lot more complicated. I've responded to all of this with an unprecedented wave of sloth. Don't worry, though: I shan't ever get tired of writing about comics in a snarky fashion. Just thought that the folks who enjoy reading such ramblings might like an explanation of my tardiness re: a review of the Human Flame. And so there it is. Ta-da!

NOT APPROVED, really.

Review of Ancestral Style, By Johnathan

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Boy oh boy, was I lazy this week or what? I could blame it on busyness at work, but that would be a lie (not that I wasn't busy, mind you). Nope, it was just plain inertia. Well, tomorrow is Canada Day, and I plan on lazing about here in the John Cave, so perhaps I'll get that review of the Human Flame off my chest, like I've been meaning to, before Grant Morrison has him eaten by Titano the Super-Ape or something.

In the meantime: check this out:

That, boys and girls, is my great, great grandfather, William H. Hazel, and he is rocking a friendly muttonchop/neck beard combo that the world of today couldn't even handle. From now on, whenever I'm blue, I'm just going to think about how those same beard-genes are somewhere inside of me. I'm tearing up a bit, here.

JOHN APPROVED