Forget that song that goes, 'How bizarre how bizarre'?

Caleb at Every Day is Like Wednesday* recently posted panels from a 1975 JLA comic in which Dr. Light (the boy) attacks Batman while announcing "Remember that old song that goes, 'Keep your love-light shining'? Well this ray is a variation on that theme, I call it the Hate-Light!"

Caleb's point was to view the sequence in the retroactive light (ha, um, ha?) of Brad Meltzer's 2004 Identity Crisis storyline. But since I tend to have a forest-for-trees problem, my take-away is that more supervillains should contextualize their aggressions with song lyrics.

Some suggestions:

Joker: "Remember that song by that cute British girl that goes, 'When I see you cry, it makes me smile'? Well that's how I feel, except it's when I see you die! A ha ha!"

Dr. Doom: "Remember that song that goes, 'Stay on the scene, like a sex machine'? Well Doom is on the scene, like a death machine. Death to Reed Richards, is naturally what Doom means."

Lex Luthor: "Remember that song that goes, 'She's a super freak, a super freak'? Well that's what you are and what you always will be, Superman. A Superfreak. And I won't let an alien freak stop me from world domination."

Magneto: "Remember that song that goes, 'We come together cuz opposites attract'? Well if you take two steps forward, I will M.C. Skat-ter you to the wind with my powers of magnetism."

Galactus: "Remember that song that goes, 'One look at you and I can't disguise, I've got hungry eyes'? Well, I am the devourer of worlds."

Mr. Freeze: "Remember that song that goes, 'You're as cold as ice'? Well, EXACTLY."

Green Goblin: "Remember that song that goes, 'It's not easy being green'? Well, it's going to be a lot easier when I SQUASH you, Spider-Man!"

Christ I could go on all day. Feel free to submit your own.

*My favorite blog title, by the way, because it mashes up the only two things that I am a fangirl enough for to be embarrassed about.

Honk-shhh

Back home, but exhausted. I was going to sound off on Stephanie Brown, but by the time I find the energy for that it will all have been done six times over, and probably has been already, so I'll just give you my executive summary of "yay + meh." Be back after I catch up on books. And my laundry. And my Wii Fit basic training.

That sauce must be HOT and spicy. GET IT??

So the husband just IM'd me with the info that famed chef Mario Batali is at his workplace, with pizza. And there are pictures of Batali all over that say "Photography by Beatriz Da Costa".

It's nice to know that JLI members* find the time for other pursuits, although that's not the one I would have guessed. But you can never tell people's secret dreams from their elemental superpowers, I guess.

*What the hell is the status of the JLI anyway? It's confusing. Maybe Booster Gold #9 will enlighten. I seem to recall something about that.

I also have a cave, it's just not as cool. Or cave-like in any physical way.

Ok, so, I haven't read a comic book in a week, because it's apparently a rule that if you're going on a relaxing Caribbean honeymoon, you have to have as much hair-pulling work crammed in right before you leave as possible. But tomorrow I'm going to stack up for Thursday's plane ride, and then oh, you will be sorry. Not really though, since when I get back, I will have not worked for a week, and then we just come full circle. But I can aspire.

Anyway, I know who the Skrulls are so far, I think, so that's good. And I'm terrified to start Batman RIP. Because the chances of it enmaddening me or making me cry are high, no matter what happens. I don't want to cry at Batman. That is not something that one should do. Oh and hey, what was up with that jihad thing, huh? That was weird.

This is the Funvee

I'm on a listserv of mostly women music and arts journalists, and we've been talking quite a bit about "Iron Man" and the problems it perpetuates in the context of the dearth of strong female characters and leads in the summer blockbuster line-up. And I agree with all of it, and am disappointed that Selma Blair as supporting hero Liz Sherman is essentially going to carry our gender in this department for the foreseeable future and I don't even read Hellboy.

However, on the suspension-of-feminist-criticism visceral level of movie-going sheepie, OMGDUDEIRONMANWASSORAD.

As 7,368,902 people have mentioned, Robert Downey, Jr. was sublime, the writing was actually good and the effects were smokin. And even though the science was ludicrously implausible, the screenplay had Stark doing enough work and calculation and calibration that it became not quite out of the question. I have some criticisms of details, but you don't care what I thought about the Vanity Fair chick thing or the insta-sober thing or whatever. The point is, I left the theater like all "Sabbath RAWKS!" and stuff, and that's not a bad feeling to have every once in a while.

But that doesn't mean I wouldn't have dug a nice, lesson-teaching tangle with She-Hulk.

Mrs. Horrible, Mrs. Horrible

So, I'm going to give Geoff Johns the benefit of the doubt that this is a joke (click to enlarge):


Because the idea of "Sinestro" being an alien word with undecipherable meaning is pretty hilarious. Stuff like this reminds me of the short-lived Fantastic Four cartoon a few years ago, where they end up in the Negative Zone and meet Annihilus, and Johnny cannot contain himself, saying over and over to Reed "Ask. him. his. NAME!" and then basically giggles through the entire episode.

BRB...

1) That is the actual invitation
2) Our "reception" does involve seeing Iron Man. Free Comic Book Day is up in the air.