Man Bites Dog. No, this isn’t a copy of Mike Tyson’s funniest home videos, it’s a murderer mockumentary. Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer meets Spinal Tap.
Considering how many consecutive columns I’ve found SuperHero-Team books a bore chore, it’s something when I find three books recently to be among my faves.
Some people prefer comics to just about anything, and this includes graphic sex. There are people who care and do it well, and others who don’t have the touch.
Apologies are a commodity for me, I make a few for the stockpile when I’m not doing anything, like, sitting in a waiting room or writing music reviews.
“What’s going on, Fejod?” He asked the top of Fejod’s head. It was a dumb question, but it would’ve been dumber if he’s asked someone named Bill the question.
An editor from Salt Lake City magazine was on the line, wanting to send me to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, for five days, everything paid and nothing due in return.