Mindless Ones

Just a couple of things before we dive in: keen minds have already pored over this issue, so I don’t intend to cover all the bases, instead I’ve decided to offer up a subjective and personal response (nothing new there, then), served up with some bat-thoughts you won’t have read anywhere else. Also, I haven’t included the ads as *pages*. Has anyone noticed DC was generous enough to grant us 24 pages of story this month? I don’t know if that means they’re getting stingier with the specials, or if they’re getting more generous with the regular books. Regardless, big boys, can we have our comics this fat all the time now please?

And now, without further ado….

‘To the Batmobile, let’s go!’

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SUPERMAN SAYS “NO!” TO DRUGS

It was 2005 when I decided to paint my walls ASS pink and give up dope.

I was a smug bastard about it too.

I think the catalyst for it had something to do with a very nasty about of drug fuelled morbid self-analysis, which saw me pacing my then matchbox of a bedroom, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, for at least half an hour, in an attempt to disperse the soul-shredding anxiety and paranoia, through, if anyone should have really been spying on me via evil satellite link, embarrassing levels of exercise. Thankfully the munchies eventually kicked in, the clouds lifted and I decided enough was enough. It would be the last time I raided the fridge for Ryvita and sweetcorn relish (anything tastes good when your in the throws of, as my Mum’s friend put it, ‘the delicious eating’) at four in the morning, and it would be the last time I performed like a crazy monkey-man for the entertainment of the evil bastard demons plaguing my befuddled noggin.

After that everything shifted.

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In today’s cranium crippling cast we hear the beer taking hold as we each proclaim exactly how Batman we are right now. At the time of recording, Batman #679 had just come out and the movie was still pretty fresh in our minds.

Look! There’s Bobsy reading Batman #679 on the balcony of my spaceship in space where I fly around wearing my excellent space hemet!

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Hi, Gary Lactus here! A few weeks ago a number of Mindless Ones arrived on my star ship via transmat beam. I’d prepared the environment for them with crisps and Excelsior lager. The reason for this titanic meeting was to record our shouting, arrogant voices on my tricorder with a view to putting it up on this site for any interested parties to download and listen to.

I should point out that the results were entirely NSFW and none too professional; one microphone in a room with rustling crisp packets and beer cans opening. Who’d have thought that the alcohol enhanced powers of myself, Zom, Tymbus, Amy Poodle, The Beast Must Die and Bobsy would be so painful to listen to? Anyway, I’ve been polishing this turd all week and hung some attractive jingles from it so maybe you’ll give it a go.

In this first episode (one of four lifted from the session), Tymbus takes control with his recollections of this year’s San Diego Comicon where he represented us on the blogging panel. Here he talks about Catholic Wolverine fans, True Blood and cosplay amongst other things whilst the rest of us interject with various divergences.

Enjoy, if that’s the word.

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So, yeah, that didn’t work out very well.

But you know what did?

This strip, entitled ‘Now Showing’, was the first peek at Nicholas Gurewitch’s wonderful The Perry Bible Fellowship that I ever had, and I wasn’t quite sure if I’d got it quite right.

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Woah, new comics, new (importantly, much as I was surprised/appalled to find myself thoroughly enjoying Legion of Three Worlds last week. Oh, Geoff Johns, I’ve hated you for so very long and now… I don’t even know any more) Grant Morrison Final Crisis tie-in. It is the excite. I have no money.

(Which cover did you buy, Dimensioneers? Story cover is best, I find. Iconic pose cover is dull.)

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Written by G. Willow Wilson
Drawn by M.K. Perker
Published by Vertigo

The Yellow Eye comes to G. Willow Wilson entirely fresh, having not read Cairo or any of her other work, which in one way is liberating, in that I have no preconceived notions about her output, and in another is limiting, in that some context can be an aid to critical thinking. Fortunately Air is nothing if not a generous text – there’s a lot here that’s immediately recognisable. The well worn plot holds very little in the way of surprises – a larger world, complete with conflicts in need of resolution, opens up when a mysterious stranger comes to town. What is unusual however, and, judging by the title of the book, what the Vertigo Willow axis think gives the book a distinct identity, is the setting: planes, airports, departure lounges, the sky.

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Welcome weary travellers. Come rest yourselves a while in the basement. Mind that mildewed copy of Razzle and that box of broken Transformers. Sit yourselves down between that crate of warped vinyl (can I interest anyone in some vintage James Galway? Or maybe a copy of Duran Duran’s ‘Rio’?), and that decomposing Garfield, and I’ll delight you with some recent treasures from the Beast’s Bargain Basement…

In order to overcome the trauma of shelling out £2/$3 for a new comic (but wow, ain’t it just worth it with all the time and money they’ve put into that turd-polishing computer colour!?!), I have recently returned to the blessed womb of cheap-as-fuck back issues, and it’s got to be said, found some true gems. And some shite. But it’s cheap shite, and that’s what counts.

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Let me get a few things clear: I don’t have a bloody clue who Talky Tawny is. I’ve never encountered an Atomik Knight before (either in the DCU or during a afternoon of live roleplay). Christ, I even know fuck all about the New Gods.

AND I DON’T CARE.

For those that do care, I say this: Why on Great Cthulhu’s soon to be trampled Earth do you give a monkeys?

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