Man, Marvel is just CRANKING out the teasers for Spring 2015’s Secret Wars, huh? We recently did a breakdown of some of these assembled “countries” based on their video teaser — but this was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg! Marvel’s newest teaser shows that there are 40 areas on the Battleworld map (we guessed right — good counting, us!). We knew 14 of them before (15 total realities) and now Marvel has given us the mysterious names of all these places. Now, none of these names are the “real” names of the realities though, so with the exception of the previously confirmed locations, this is all conjecture and assumptions. Here we go!
Over the past few weeks, Marvel has been releasing teaser images of past events and crossovers, leading many to think that the comic publisher was planning something big and many more to think that they were losing their minds looking for things to rehash.
Turns out that the former group was right and all these promo images, each with the date “Spring 2015” on them, are tied to the previously released teaser for the new Secret Wars (an image that we dissected previously and you can find here). Now, with the release of a YouTube video, Marvel has made it clear that each of these images represents an alternate universe or timeline, now all wedged together into the new Battleworld.
So how about let’s go through the images, huh?
So, it’s definitely getting harder and harder to keep up with the weekly books. I’ll have more witty things to say and cute pictures to post next time, but let’s just get right into this thing.
It’s been a very busy few weeks at home and at work, so my regular updates had to take a back seat for the past two comic book store trips. I’m not going to backtrack and talk about those weeks (boo hoo, I know) for the sake of time, but never fear! There’s this week’s floppy-covered wonders of joy to talk about!
All the activity at home has really stemmed from the continuing rearrangement of the house and who calls which room theirs. Jacob is finally in his brand new room upstairs (the old office) and, even though I hate the trips up and down the stairs to put him to bed, he’s really enjoying all the space.
The office (formerly The Boy’s bedroom) has now, under the gracious advisement of my beautiful and wonderful wife, has been transformed into a great place to showcase my
overwhelming addiction that I need professional help for comic collection. Gone is the poop-colored brown that covered the lower half of the walls (what an accidentally dumb choice that was), replaced with a soothing grey (yes, spelled as in Jean — even my spelling has been influenced by comics). In all honesty, this too was an accident, although a fortunate one this time. The original plan was to paint the entire room, destroying all traces of a little boy who once slept there (cue: wife’s tears) — a light grey above the chair rail and a dark grey below. I started with the dark grey after spackling the nail holes in the upper part of the walls and found myself stumbling into a really nice, soothing color combination. Dark grey and blue-green it is!
Oh, a little tour, you say? I’m really exposing my comic-ness, here. Sure…
Here’s my lovely Ikea desk that Dawn and I have had since we “furnished” our old apartment. Sure, it’s just a large piece of wood (term used loosely with Ikea furniture) on four legs, but it’s MY piece of wood on four legs. Above the desk is my Age of Apocalypse poster, which was the inciting event (1994) that really started me into regularly reading and collecting comics, and my Colossus original art by Dave Cockrum (RIP), a piece that was given to me by my old camp counselor and current comic editor, Jeff Newelt. What a good guy, huh? (Bet he forgot all about that…) On the desk? Currently it’s covered with Things To Hang ©, which grows and grows; Dawn and I have come to an agreement to not figuratively wallpaper the walls with stuff, so I’m trying to edit down the collection of art and posters. This is obviously a difficult task.
Again, I’m trying to keep the walls on the more open and airy side at the request of my wife. If I was left to my own devices, I tend to fill up most floor and wall space with stuff — open spaces are unnerving to me. But that’s why I live in New York, right?
I love this piece of furniture; it really ended up being a great way to have books out on display, plus a place to have out some fun stuff on top, which currently include some superhero Lego sets, Marvel/DC Matryoshka dolls, my Homestar Runner PVC figures, a bunch of X-Men metal figures/Kubriks, and my Jewish comic star Heroclix:
I’ve got a place for sci-fi and comic-related novels and such, plus the ever present and necessary medical bookshelves:
Of course, I’ve also got a place for all my single issues, which were last seen (in my last post) sitting in the middle of the living room. Now, most of the boxes are in the office closet, camouflaged behind my brand-new in house Michael Craft Store.
Have I mentioned Cuddle Me Crochet recently???
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.
“Emma is a brat.”
Jacob told me that today. Now before you think that The Boy doesn’t love his new little sister, just gaze upon this wonder:
Okay, now that you’ve been lulled into a calm, happy place, let me explain.
When Jacob was an infant, he was so completely easy to handle. I mean, he did all the normal baby stuff, but overall, he was extremely calm. He fed well and slept for nice, long periods of time in mostly any environment. It used to drive me crazy when people would say, “Oh, you’re going to be in for it with your next one!” Mostly because they were completely right.
She’s really just a normal baby. She cries, pees, poops, feeds — rinse and repeat — all the regular old stuff. BUT, she’s not the easy going/wonderful sleeper that Jacob was and really needs almost constant “mommy time” in order to be soothed for more than 15 minutes. All of this would be fine, if not for the fact that Jacob just realized that he’s two and a half and decided to start acting his age, which has added to the overall stress in the house.
And he probably heard me say it. Oops. Damn sponge brain of his…
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!
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.
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?
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.
So far, Jacob is very sweet with her; he gives her hugs and kisses and wants to “teach her about his toys”.
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…
I’m getting this installment out a bit later than I typically do, but you all are getting used to reading this on the late end, right? It’s strange to feel busy while on vacation at home with no real plans, but the days really seem to go fast.
The Boy went with me again to the comic shop this past week and I finally grew a pair and let him walk around a bit after we picked up our books, which included the most recent issue of Young Justice (based off the REALLY good TV show) for him. Of course, the more Batman, the happier he gets. He got to look in the showcases up front by the register, which are filled with loose action figures, which I have no clue as to why they’re behind plexiglass, and some statues. In all honesty, I won’t mind if he one day decides that he hates comics, but while he enjoys it, I think it’s the best thing ever to share the comic shop with him.
This past weekend marked the second craft fair for Cuddle Me Crochet, my wife’s side job. Not only did I walk away with a really ridiculous sunburn from standing outside the tent P.T. Barnum-ing in people, but I walked away with a valuable lesson. Selling crochet hats in June was a bad choice.
I don’t have that much pluckiness to start off this past week’s books, obviously with much regret. I’m a bit behind in posting this installment; I was able to finish these books only today. The weekend, which is my typical time for playing catch up, was pretty busy with birthday celebrations. The boy, escorted by myself and the VERY pregnant wife, went to 2 kids parties and a dinner celebration for our sister-in-law’s birthday. All in all a fun weekend, but when I got home at night the only thing I wanted to do was pass out.