Pick it up, put it down, pick it up again. Doesn't really help it as the flow just throws down the jars on the kitchen floor to shout out "tomato and beets" as the window cleaner sinks into the sponge cake. All is fine reading the page, it's the cut into the next where one minute Supergirl is in STAR Labs and the next out down in Mexico with Powerboy.

Okay, sure, what happens next is some one walks into the room and makes it out like they were the ones who own the thongs that are now missing for the shifting of the street press covers it up some. Not like they weren't going to walk around bare foot for a little while longer any way.

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The read's a nice and fun clip off the neck with the back-up story featuring Sakura. Of sorts. Crackle the laughter on the turn of the page, nice work indeed.

On the other end of things, where the lead in is the read in, the tale takes the twist to throw down a nice little diversion. Slow to start it picks up the rush before the cut-off.

Cammy sure does get about with some high cut skirts. Thunderhawk is one impressive man when he wants to be and the speed at which they carry themselves against Bison is all over the lines and colours.

Better to bet the wet mind that a session in front of the comic will prove smooth if the counter top doesn't smack it on the down fall. Fun and breezy time had watching on as the history channel takes to looking back at one particular character and what stock she's made of.

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Grey and red, the colours from the sides are already well into the swing of things. Politics, the machinations of men and their behind the scenes schemes all pretty much doing something. It's just not something that makes reading the second issue an easy to join task with the surrounding beats of the beast.

Clearly things are afoot and with the hand of commie evil out there on the warpath, the whole of the United States is screaming for a saviour or two who don't go around banking red cents. To that end, there environment is clear. Now, making the most of the slide into it all, that's another thing entirely. A brunt to bear.

Step right up, step right up, the floor is pretty slippery, now watch where the feet go asteppin'.

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It's on the trail of the backwash that is the Christmas/Boxing Day hues where all the tinsel that's made its rounds will find a box again for next year.

Back in again from the short orders of before are Outer Orbit #1 and The Spirit#1. One a crazy jump around all over the place that seems like a Harry Johnston epic of ribaldry. The other, a retake and reintroduction to the classic Will Eisner character. Of course, there's no need to really know about the history of it all to make it a nice read, but from those that have read it, it's a nice coat of sugar on top.

Not #8 of the series from Icon/Marvel, which appears ever so delayed and delayed like a pregnancy test you want to state a certain way, but it'll have to do: Kabuki Reflections #7. A tie-in to a documentary, not for everyone.

Speaking of art, "Course you would have customers," is the freshest quote of the week. All that which supplies a hatefill matrix of competition in non competing fields.

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Christmas Day is here and it's where all the snow that's fit to fake is so fake that it doesn't even exist. Unlike the situation around certain parts of Australia.



Regular stoppers-by by the Comic Shop (aka "The place to really be") will no doubt recognise Homer Santa, or Santa Homer, who greets the peeps on the way in and out.

Previously, in years previous, his station was burning up a wind storm of inflated existence in the shop window. His current position has got to be a far better deal for him.



Merry Christmas from the Comic Shop.

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Things are in a real swing, with the trio of the Night Nurse, Wong and Doctor Strange working well together. Throw them down and into the situation they face currently, and it's like they're at their best in this particular incarnation.

Wonderfully visions of pseudo acid tripping moments from that particular time too close to the sun under the weak awning make an appearance in this mind spree. A veritable shuffle board game right into the heart of what makes Doctor Strange a smart and calmly cool character.

Mystic arts don't seem as fun and light-hearted and manically meshed too deep with the business world like it is here. A pause here and there working it like the little bitty push pig trying to save his pork rind of a hide.

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