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The Haul Catchup – April 3rd, 10th, and 17th, 2013

Well, obviously things over here at The Weekly Haul have been pretty quiet for the past few weeks.  I should really just stop calling attention to my inability to keep up with reading my comics — is it a function that I’m buying too many books?  Or that I’m just not that excited in the titles that I’m reading?  I’m going to take a look at that very thing in the rundown.  But first…

Here’s something I got excited about the other day — another one of the fantastic (typed stuffed with sarcasm) Marvel-sponsored children’s prose stories based on their characters.  This time it’s not Namor in his panties, but rather good old Tony Stark AKA Iron Man!  He’s turning out to be one The Boy’s favorites (though he picked up a Mr. Sinister action figure this past week at the comic shop)

The Offending Object
The Offending Object
In the next installment, we learn about the villainous Mandy Mandarin.
In the next installment, we learn about the villainous Mandy Mandarin.

Anyway, past the jump, I’ll break down the past three weeks’ 51 (!!! so close to having DC sue me!) comics into my version of The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly.  For the sake of your sanity and my fingers, I’ll talk about only the highlights and lowlights.  And holy god, there were some real lowlights…

I also want to give a quick plug for a project over at Kickstarter.  Ray Sumser, a really excellent NY-based artist, is working on his newest adventure, an all-original all-ages comic called LYK and Bear.  Ray’s a real talent (and a nice guy), so go make his dreams come true, support his comic, and get some great rewards out of the deal.

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At the homefront, The Boy is still having a good time terrorizing his little sister, collecting Squinkies, and getting ready for his upcoming dance recital.  That’s right, he’s still lacing up slipping on his tap shoes and fa-lapping across the studio each Saturday morning.

This photo will certainly haunt him in his teenage years...
This photo will certainly haunt him in his teenage years…

And The Bull?  She’s also pretty damn cute, if I do say so myself…

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Okay, enough child pimping.  Let’s get to these books.  Again, I’m going to do things a little bit differently this time.   I thought it would be interesting to see if my lifelong hobby is still providing a good ratio of excitement per dollar.

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The Haul – February 27th, 2013

You know what time it is???

919fb33d76920b8Fantasy baseball season is almost here!!!  As a Mets fan, the regular baseball season is one of ups and downs, moments of true excitement, but ultimately?  Typically a disappointment.  Don’t get me wrong — I love my team and I will stand by them each game of every torture filled season, but the mess that is the New York Metropolitans is obviously out of my control.

Fantasy baseball, though — I really get to beat myself up when my team underperforms.  It’s a ton of fun, if not a ton of work, but it keeps me interested in the dregs of the mid-season collapse.  I’ve placed 2nd for the past 3 years running — I’m hoping to finally get that top spot this year.  (Of course I’ll keep you posted…)

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Gotta buy ’em all!

These are the new hotness in the house.  For the uninformed, these are Squinkies.  And Squishies.  And other trade names that are basically explaining the same thing.  Which are, in reality, Easily Chokable Small Plastic Globs In The Shapes Of Things That Young Children Would Most Definitely Want To Put In Their Mouths™.

The Boy is officially obsessed with these things.  We’ve got them in the shapes of characters of superheroes (Marvel and DC, we’re an equal opportunity home), Toy Story, A Bug’s Life, Star Wars, and some random animals.  He likes to stand them up, make them walk through his Sesame Street playset, and, of course, put them in a perfectly straight line.

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And how many times do you wash your hands in a day, Mr. Jacob?

Emma just likes to shove them in her mouth.  And give me a heart attack.

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The Haul – February 27th, 2013

You know what time it is???

919fb33d76920b8Fantasy baseball season is almost here!!!  As a Mets fan, the regular baseball season is one of ups and downs, moments of true excitement, but ultimately?  Typically a disappointment.  Don’t get me wrong — I love my team and I will stand by them each game of every torture filled season, but the mess that is the New York Metropolitans is obviously out of my control.

Fantasy baseball, though — I really get to beat myself up when my team underperforms.  It’s a ton of fun, if not a ton of work, but it keeps me interested in the dregs of the mid-season collapse.  I’ve placed 2nd for the past 3 years running — I’m hoping to finally get that top spot this year.  (Of course I’ll keep you posted…)

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Gotta buy ’em all!

These are the new hotness in the house.  For the uninformed, these are Squinkies.  And Squishies.  And other trade names that are basically explaining the same thing.  Which are, in reality, Easily Chokable Small Plastic Globs In The Shapes Of Things That Young Children Would Most Definitely Want To Put In Their Mouths™.

The Boy is officially obsessed with these things.  We’ve got them in the shapes of characters of superheroes (Marvel and DC, we’re an equal opportunity home), Toy Story, A Bug’s Life, Star Wars, and some random animals.  He likes to stand them up, make them walk through his Sesame Street playset, and, of course, put them in a perfectly straight line.

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And how many times do you wash your hands in a day, Mr. Jacob?

Emma just likes to shove them in her mouth.  And give me a heart attack.

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The Haul – January 16th and 23rd, 2013

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Forced into Marveldom by his father

Let’s start off this post with an adorable picture of The Boy.  Yes!  Relish in his cuteness!  Soak in that Spider-Man pajama suit!  Be distracted that I am behind two weeks!!!

The Jacob Trail: You may not die of dysentery, but you will have to memorize pony names
The Jacob Trail: You may not die of dysentery, but you will have to memorize pony names.

So, the first picture is obvious evidence that I’ve so far successfully brainwashed Jacob into becoming my comic protegee.  The Boy has really taken to his new role and is slowly amassing his own (and stealing my) superhero toys.  It’s even started to infuse into his reading habits.  Every night before bedtime, we read two stories — the routine since he was an infant.  Now that he’s picking out the stories himself, it’s been a pretty consistent 50% superheroics rate.  We’ve been into this one, an anthology book with about 10 or so different stories:

5 Minute Marvel StoriesWhich includes such great visuals for young minds, such as this one:

IMG_1793Looks like a great story, huh?  Classic Avengers (including, as Jacob calls him, the Huk) beating up on the obnoxious Namor, which in about 2 pages leads to the dramatic reveal of the frozen Captain America.  My kid?  Focusing on this panel:

IMG_1795To which my genius kid asks, “Daddy, where is that guy’s pants?”  I mean, if a 3 year old is questioning the validity of Namor’s fashion decisions, who am I to argue?

Oh, and so as not to show my obvious Marvel bias, he’s also learning about Batman and his rogue gallery, such as The Cat Lady (Catwoman), Two-Man (Two Face), and Crocodile (Killer Croc).  He’s getting there — give him another week.

The Joker and the Slightly Misnamed Gang "At A Picnic"
The Joker and the Slightly Misnamed Gang “At A Picnic”

Since it seems I’m blabbing a bit here, so I might as well go off on an even crazier tangent.  I need to vent on something that drives me absolutely crazy.  There’s no good place for me to do this but here, so if you don’t want to read the ramblings of a rabid lunatic, you can just skip ahead to the jump.

Plastic.  Clothing.  Tags.

Yes, those pieces of thin plastic that hold tags onto your clothing.  I don’t know if they have a better name — I really don’t care if they do.  All I know is that they are ALL OVER MY FREAKING HOUSE.  The floors, the couch, the table, floating weightless through the air — they are EVERYWHERE!!!  I haven’t bought new clothes in about a year, so I am EXTREMELY confident that they are not from me.  Dawn, the primary buyer of new clothes, and the kids, the primary wearer of said clothes, are my obvious archenemies.  Without fail, I’ll come across at least one piece a day.  I don’t think that there are even that many new clothes around to support this many tags!  There must be some, I don’t know, plastic clothing tag gremlin or something roaming the house in the dead of night, giggling and grinning while he (or she, hate to be gremlin-ist) plants them like crappy Afikomen at Passover (though both matzah and plastic have a similar flavor).

The evidence:

The Nightstand
The Nightstand
The Kitchen Mat
The Kitchen Mat
The Changing Table
The Changing Table

THEY ARE EVERYWHERE.  I AM LOSING MY MIND.

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The Haul – December 19th and 26th, 2012

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Courtesy of (AKA stolen from) Paul Layzell

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!!!  If Santa was really that cool, maybe even I’d get a tree?

We’re still recovering from holiday-time toy overload.  Holy Good God, the house is bursting with new toys (admittedly, not just for the kids — I got the Loki Break Out Lego set, amongst other comic related joys).  I always get a little frustrated, though, because with all the new stuff, all those old toys that we spend so much money on tend to get forgotten.  Thankfully though, The Boy is still very much into his ponies.

Lining up for the "gala", he says...
Lining up for the “gala”, he says…

On the work front, things have been very busy this past week.  Six months of straight service with no vacation time may have been a bad decision in retrospect.  I had to add two photos to my desk to cheer me up on those down days…

God knows I needed that positive life affirmation...
God knows I needed that positive life affirmation…

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The Haul – November 28th, 2012

It’s strange to not go back to the theater this weekend — last Sunday was closing of Hairspray.  While I’m happy that I don’t have to live in fear of having a heart attack on stage while dancing anymore, I consider myself so fortunate to have been a part of such a great show with such a fun cast.  It had been a LONG time since my last show (you know, medical school, residency, children and all) so it’s been a while since I got to pretend to be a teenage heartthrob.  Most of the time now I’m pretending to be a 30-year old heartthrob…wink wink…

Now that I’m home this weekend, I figured it was time to pretend to be a responsible homeowner and clean up the house.  Laundry, dishes, action figure displaying; you know, the basics.  The biggest task of all is dealing with our den, which is the main room that we spend most of our time in.  It’s the TV watching room, family room, playroom, computer room, everything room.  When Jacob was little, his toys were easily contained, but now we’re showing the effects of three birthdays and Chanukahs.  Plus, all the “baby” toys that we put away are now all back out for the little princess.

IMG_1681Emma’s stuff gets tossed on top of itself, thanks to the absolutely selfless (read: terrible parental sarcasm) boy.  His stuff, a menagerie of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Hot Wheels, Jake and the Neverland Pirates, My Little Pony, Batman, the Avengers, and random Fisher Price playsets, is EVERYWHERE.

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photo(5)A word to anyone who is purchasing presents for children.  If it has multiple pieces, no matter how adorable, leave it in the store until they’re old enough to pick it all up and put it away themselves.  (Not to sound ungrateful for the 100+ piece Hot Wheels set from my sister and future brother-in-law.  It’s like a painful foot massage whenever I accidentally step on a piece strewn throughout the house.  A little slice of heaven on Long Island, for sure…)

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Meanwhile, Emma is teething like a, well, 5 month old, and the sheer amounts of saliva pouring from her mouth could fill the bathtub in a few hours.

Two quick comic-related plugs:

There’s a pretty good article over at CBR about Bendis’ run on the Avengers titles over the past 200+ issues.  I was happy to hear about Bendis making the transition over to the X-books; I think that a large family of titles (Avengers, Bat books, etc) does better with a figurehead somewhat detailing the overarching plot points.  Hopefully we get a bit of a Claremont-renaissance out of Bendis…

Oh, and the excellent and under-represented website Sequart (short for sequential art), which takes a scholarly approach to comic books, has been giving away chapters from their books for free via their Facebook page.  I’ve purchased a few of their titles before — their Legion, X-Men, and Batman books sit on my shelf and live in the magical world that is my Kindle — plus I’ve sponsored their Kickstarter projects.  Go become a fan and scoop up their stuff.

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The Haul – November 21st

DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK!  I’ve been here for years!   Well, actually much less than a year total, but let’s not split hairs…

Look who’s still here!  Yes, by no demand whatsoever, The Weekly Haul is determined to survive!  So, since I know that you’re all on the edge of your seats and don’t have time for cute pictures of my kids:

or Thanksgiving:

or what I’ve been up to in the break:

let’s get right to it!

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The Haul – August 22nd, 2012

In what will likely be perceived as a well-deserved break from learning about the messy home I live in (which is actually finally coming together), I wanted to take a moment to speak directly to the comic companies.  Yes, those same companies that I willingly, gladly, and excitedly write a portion of my paycheck to every week.  Yes, those same companies that have provided me with almost two decades of joyful reading material.  And, yes, those same companies that infuriate me to no end.

Hi guys and gals.  My name is Jason.  In addition to being a ravenous fan of the comic medium and a mild amateur comics historian, I am also a physician.  I don’t say this to brag.  I say this to provide some perspective.  There is something that is still occurring, even in this day of instant information, that is just baffling to me.

Here’s a quick comparison to another pop-culture passion of mine — television.  If you were creating a TV show about, let’s say, a newsroom (not to name any excellent current shows in particular), you’d hire someone intimately familiar with the workings of a newsroom, right?  Someone to make sure that you’re doing the right things, saying the right words, not making those people sitting at home who know about this stuff completely embarrassed.  Same thing if you were creating a hit show that may take place in an ER or with people wearing Scrubs or things along that path, right?  Medical consultant necessary.

So why do comics writers and artists COMPLETELY MAKE THE MEDICAL REFERENCES UP???  And where are the editors?  A quick Google search would take care of most of these problems, for example, this one in this week’s Flash #12:

His “aortic artery”???  Really, guys?  This new volume of The Flash has been one of my favorite titles of the New DC 52 and I was reading this latest issue and — BAM — total dead stop once I hit this.

Comic companies — is this laziness?  Do you not care enough to do some research into the basic terminology?  How do you explain nasal canula and an ETT in the same patient?

How is it acceptable that you just depict random leads in random places and backwards IVs?

It’s offensive to me and I’m sure offensive the many other readers who have medical training and/or knowledge, like Scott over at the excellent, though under-updated, Polite Dissent.

Comic writers/artists/editors!  It’s time to change this embarrassing behavior!  For a small fee (I don’t even need benefits!), I will be available for any and all of your medical questions with regards to plot, dialogue, art, or otherwise.  E-mail me to discuss specific arrangements.

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The Haul – July 25th, 2012

They’re taking over the house!!!

That is a current photo of the living room.  Our nice Pier One chair (which doubles as Jacob’s “naughty spot”) that I worked tirelessly to attain, now buried with comics odds and ends.  Twelve long boxes, four short boxes, and some towering piles of issues yet to be sorted.  It’s fun for me to see all my “floppies” in one place (all the trades and hardbacks are on the opposite site of the room); my wife is about $3.99 away from having an aneurysm explode in her brain.

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The Haul – June 20th/27th, 2012

Sooooo, obviously it’s been a bit busy the past 2 weeks and, like usual, I’ve again fallen behind in the wonderful world of comics.  I hang my head in shame, as I know that all of you some of you a miniscule number of you can’t get through a week without reading this shameful website.

Anyway, on the work front, last week was the end of the academic year for the residency program and, therefore, a very nice, structured, calm graduation for the residents, fellows, and myself and my co-chief residents.  Oh, and also, a PARTY!

Dr. Puckerlips, flanked by Dr. Whiteboy Gangsign and Dr. Canadian Bluesteel

When I first started my residency, I thought that I would like to stay on and do a chief year.  When I was approached about it during my second year, I was totally into the idea.  When I first started my chief year, it was overwhelming,To be a bit mushy, I’ve been extraordinarily lucky and fortunate to have spent the last year with some amazing people.  I’m happy that I get to stay at my “work home” for the next three years (at least) for fellowship, but I’m sad that my co-chiefs will be departing to other places to complete their training.  It will be strange to be in a office without them, for sure.

Accidental Inappropriate Phone Messages Are Our Specialty!

Then, this past Saturday, Dawn had her dance studio’s recital.  Thankfully, being 38 weeks pregnant at the time, she didn’t have to dance herself — not sure if there’s a real market out there for pregnant dancers — but Jacob and I went out to watch and support the kids.  I don’t know if he will end up in a formal dance class, and I won’t fight if he wants to, but he REALLY likes to dance, be the center of attention, and flirt with girls, so it seems like a good fit for his needs.

And then the most recent reason for the lateness?

The 6 Pound, 7 Ounce Future Comic Fan

Yep, child numero dos (AKA Emma Rachel) has arrived!  She was born on Sunday, June 24th at 8:58AM, about 12 days early (anxious to find out about the conclusion of AVX, though I told her that it will likely end in 2054).  I’m not sure if my wife will be pleased with my publicizing the intricate details of the affair (nor will you want to read it if I wrote it … nor would I really want to write it in the first place), but Dawn’s labor went WAY fast this time.

Basically, she woke me up at 7AM with the very calmly phrased, yet no less frightening, “Can you please wake up?  I think I’m going to need your help.”  My first reaction as a loving, caring husband of 3 and a half years and a boyfriend for a decade more?  “Can I shower first?”  Aren’t I just the best?

Following my obviously life-alteringly important shower, we sped to the hospital, cutting my normal 30 minute commute to a hot 15 minutes (no thank you stop signs and red lights), just in time to leave The Boy with the unit receptionist and watch my daughter be born without the joy of an epidural.  It was fast and crazed, but thankfully, everyone is doing great.

Leaving the hospital with a new friend!

So far, Jacob is very sweet with her; he gives her hugs and kisses and wants to “teach her about his toys”.

So how do I get that other “half-kid” to complete the American Dream?

Oh, and we got a fish too.  Jacob named him Schkookie.  Or Skookie.  Depends on the moment.  Not sure where he pulled that name from.  This house is getting more and more crowded by the second…

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