Sitting between a chant of some religious slant and a song from some other country base outside of Australia, there was a slither of a slot for the Comic Shop to pop up on the radio.

Blitz in and out again, covering about a whole half hour, the Comic Shop boys were on Macarthur's C91.3FM just recently. Tonight actually. Back there in 19:10 land gone past. And the talk invariably covered the look of the store and the comics whatnot from the perspective of a radio host who only believes in The Phantom.

Superman's little "It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman!" from the old timey TV show kicking off the segment. Chris, Jason and Tom all there to represent the store.

"Turbines to speed," from the Batman TV show audio grab breaking the half point begs a question. How do you get to an intransitory position which in actuality isn't one at all but instead just a place to get somewhere else. If even.

The show's audio intros almost looked like a skewer toward the DC hand if not for the Lone Ranger getting in a heel there.

Caller Paul didn't help on that front though. He was on about Superman, the Justice League and the Justice Society of America.

Marvel love coming from the shop itself. Nice work on Jason prefixing Stan Lee as a co-creator on the House of Ideas. Just wouldn't seem like the right thing if he'd gone with the "creator" slip. And Tom's aside to caller Paul was deftly put.

Caller Hank sure missed out on prime time to hijack the listener call in segment they had for a flash. Instead, harping on about Kabuki and automatically dismissing manga when thrown at by the host. That Hank needs some more misdirection when on the air on the phone on the radio. Next time you blue furry.

Dash off on the sign off and the plug for the shop's location (in addition to being in Liverpool) slides in before the cut off.

But where is the library people? It's right next to the Comic Shop it is. That's the way it's around, not the other.

 

Clearly things are amiss in the world of shot deadlines and comic books lying face down in a damp area of the kitchen table tops. Where the hope of not having to read the next issue comes from not even seeing it appear on the shelf to tempt the wallets before sitting read with the rest of them.

And so it is, a most strange occurrence as All Star Batman And Robin The Boy Wonder #5 from DC Comics and Ultimates 2 #13 from Marvel finally hit the shelves.

Months? Or years? Since the last issue between the latest and the previous, who knows any more of the story inside and how fractured the leap between. One thing they have going for them is at least the collection factor. Not a fan personally, but it is interesting to watch them continue to pick up.

Ludicrous fold out in the Ultimates is beyond comprehension and still does not quite explain the need for such a long delay between issues. Kind of forgot about these two titles even running with their no show. Next season, maybe a sighting of a new Battle Chasers issue.

And all that build up leaves a bad taste in the mouth after licking the back of the cane toads what make their hitch trips down from Queensland.

 

Jeff Smith works the prestige magic on the little Marvel Boy at DC. It's a back flash with a step into where Captain Marvel came from and the wizard Shazam. Smells glossy.

Pricey, as expected for the format, binding is tight as a fist with a severed nerve making it unable to open anymore. Bit of a squeeze in reading much like any other comic for simple consumption that isn't in with a collection.

Cute is the large beacon of light which signals this incarnation of the tale. After all, when it's Smith working his magic, there is little chance that it will bear out any other kind of result. And the charm and ball of goodness that it is makes well of this fact. Or perhaps that's the back of the brain talking to the tip of the tongue. Slight knock on the head when looking up will do that.

Having made no effort in prior reading on who this character with the massive bolt down his front, it's an enjoyable and easy read. Nothing is made to grapple at lingering nuances or threads from other series in the canon and with the 12 Step program by Judd Winick on the shelves, reads fine without accompaniment. Damn accessible thus far.

 

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.

 

Flying in and burning a few minutes of mindless clicking, Super Hero Fight answers no real questions and serves no major purpose.

Nothing beyond the call of seeing which Marvel character would win in a fight against another Marvel character. An endless tourney where there is no ladder and the results are always shown before the chance to click blindfolded.

Disclaimer on the site says that there are DC people flitting about. Damn it if the images aren't all from the red guys though.

 

Uninteresting with a slice of daschund juice leaking from the wrong side on the upside. So apparently from the looks of things, the Blue Beetle is part of this New Mexican posse that goes about doing things in a hummer. Or a suburban tank. Whatever the damn vehicle is, it's still a hefty beast.

Something else about the government and the field force of magic roots the beetle scarab back into a sense of reality. Of course, this being the comicbook lore, that line is teetering on its own guts. If only the sense of danger were more pressing this would be a more enjoyable read.

 

For those who like listening to conversation with no faces between three people, this Metzler gear is hot. Superman, Wonder Woman and Batman sitting around flicking through photos and bios like the marketing people behind Australian Idol isn't the better part of the issue.

What's underneath it all is the story of Red Tornado. A bloke not unlike the Vision from the glint of history seen. Robotic in circuitry, it's a human story nonetheless and the work up the to end is a class act with Ed Benes art making it all look easy solid.

Two standard covers splitting the team and a variant by Michael Turner means nothing to those looking for a nice story. Doesn't even really introduce much of the Justice League of America outside the few that get the nod from the roundtable. But then, that's the way rosters work, right?

 

Poor form from the United States Postal Service. Issued stamps featuring super heroes and comic book covers from the DC Comic Universe not the kind to lick up a storm.

Spending twenty minutes on the phone to the Stamp Fulfillment centre, probably at 22:30 in the US (Central or Pacific time, no idea), made no difference in the news.

Sadly, all those time poor in the world are making the gum-backed stamps an increasing rarity. Moved over in favour of the self-adhesive abominations. Good for quick posting, bad, seriously bad for serious die hard collectors. Comics or philatelists the like.

Still, if talking with the operator shows up any glimmer of hope, it's possible paying through the left nostril for an uncut sheet may yield favourable results.

 

Speed Force problems abound from the end of some other mini series or series event or another thing entirely. There's a mention of this mystical force and yet nothing really to sink in a new set of dentures to. It's a hard bite for a cold read, like rinsing the mouth out with ice water after a brushing session.

Concern for the welfare of Bart is evident. Reasons behind this concern not really explored. Nothing more than Jay Garrick running around in the pie pan hat for the first issue. Thar be a weird flow of energy, but again, with no prior knowledge, a lack of hints proves to be some kind of teaser like material. Partly interesting, not quite fully formed.