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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 – March 13th, 2013

TBA

That’s me!  Waiting for my fantasy league assignment…

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The Haul – February 20th, 2013

This past week marked my return to work after a week vacation, which of course, leads to something that looks like this:

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HIPPA Compliant Photo

Yeah.  A stack of labs to go through so large that it took me all freaking week.  Blech.

Meanwhile, besides working this week, comics came out.  That’s about it — getting back into the swing of things after time off has always been a difficult task for me.  Though almost as a reward, X-Men First Class, the best superhero movie made (go ahead, bring the debate), has been on TV almost non-stop this week.

Freaks and CliquesMan, I love that movie…

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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 12th, 2012

Like usual, I’m late with my posting, but for the first time, I’m feeling the pressure to post this like never before.

EarthYes, it’s true, tomorrow is the End Of Days.  The Final Countdown.

The Apocalypse.  And not the X-Men character.  The bad kind.

I’d be lying if I didn’t think, at least for a few seconds, about packing a panic-type bag to survive in the post-nuclear (is that how the world is supposed to go?) landscape that surely my family and I will be traversing, living on dead animals, searching for the nearest Twinkie factory…oh.  That’s depressing.   Or reassuring, maybe.  It can’t possibly be an end of the world scenario without people seeing out an abandoned Twinkie factory.  If I can’t trust Family Guy, who can I trust???

Accurate Representation of Tomorrow
Accurate Representation of Tomorrow

(Good lord.  It just started raining and the dog in the house behind me is barking like a maniac.  I’m scared…)

Despite that we’ve now lived in our current home for just over three years, we’ve finally started to hang up pictures of the family.  Dawn didn’t think that my plan of just hanging random picture on the already-existing nails and screws in the walls was working for her, I guess.  I really hate picking out photos to hangNow there are about 5 different collage frames hanging up, still with the paper fake photos in about half of the slots.  My family has never looked happier.  Or WASP-ier.

Oh, yeah, we TOTALLY love to go boating at our lake house...
Oh, yeah, we TOTALLY love to go boating at our lake house…

Oh, and as you may have noticed, this past week has seen not only the addition of The Weekly Haul’s very first contributing writer, Remy, but also the start of a new recurring article — The Top Ten.  That puts the site up to four regular columns!  Look at us diversify, huh?  Welcome, Remy — hope you survive the experience!

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The Catchup Haul – DC

As I’m writing this post, we’re right at the end of DC’s first year of their New DCU enterprise, which also puts us right in the middle of their Zero Month, a temporal echo of 1994’s Zero Hour.  Similar to the use of the zero issue then, these modern zero issues are being used to tell origin stories (though the definition of “origin story” is pliable depending on the writer) of characters in this new universe.

This has been something that the fans, myself included, have been clamoring for.  Having followed DC continuity only for a relatively short while, I didn’t have that much invested when the universe was rebooted.  It doesn’t particularly matter to me if Tim Drake was ever Robin or if Superman and Lois are dating.  Now, if the same had been done to my beloved X-Men, you know I’d be dying to know which of the thousands of dollars I spent over the years still mattered for current continuity.

Overall, I really think that the DC reboot was a success for weak-minded DC fans like me and probably those people who had not been reading any DC at all.  For the die-hard DC-ites?  I’m sure that these #0 issues will reveal history — some of which will be fairly close to what it was before, some of which will be vast departures and alterations to prior continuity, but there is no way that a single issue can answer most of the questions that still circle around this new universe.

Anyway, on the personal life front, Dawn and I took Jacob to the Fresh Beat Band at the Beacon Theater this past week.  For those without kids or strange TV watching habits, the FBB is a made-for-TV Nick Jr. quartet that dresses in bright colors and sing songs about teamwork, friendship, and washing cars.  Seriously.  In all honestly, out of the stuff that I’ve needed to watch because of The Boy, the Fresh Beats are pretty entertaining.

Excited for the show to begin!
Excited that I didn’t have a seizure with the glowstick flashing in my face!

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The Haul – August 15th, 2012

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.

Fresh paint + New carpet + Bashing my head against the non-dormered wall more times than I care to admit = Jacob’s “Big Boy” Room
Jacob’s Reading Nook/Office

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…

Where all the (non-)work happens…

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.

Moving right along…

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?

Trade Paperback Central

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:

Yes, I know that Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver are not TECHNICALLY Jewish, but heritage counts for something, no?

I’ve got a place for sci-fi and comic-related novels and such, plus the ever present and necessary medical bookshelves:

Including Magneto-Rowlf

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.

I get the room; she gets the closet. That’s partnership.

Have I mentioned Cuddle Me Crochet recently???

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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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The Haul – May 16th, 2012

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.

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