Sunday, August 25, 2019

Friday Slice of Heaven, Slice into the Woods 8/23/2019

Welcome back, Donist World Denizens! For those of you new to our site, I’m Donist, and I am joined by Donist World CFO the Reverse Obie* (my friends’ Boston terrier whose fur recently swapped colors) and by our marketing director/administrative assistant/party planner/sleepwalker Tulip (my dog, Reverse Obie’s sister). I ain't gonna front; it was a long early, early morning. You see, Tulip, Amy the intern (my wife), and I went out to Telegraph/Epic Brewing for some amazing beers to enjoy with the sandwiches we brought. Afterward, when we were moments away from heading home, Reverse Obie (and his owners) called and asked if we wanted to meet them over at Third Window Brewing. Yeah, we went there. Anyhow, a Walkabout chocolate and orange stout followed by a lovely and powerful The Next IPA and this Donist was positively floating on air. Amy the intern was the responsible one and got us home safe and sound, where we had an after-dinner Founders KBS (Kentucky Breakfast Stout). That did it for us and we slept like babies…until the junkyard neighbors’ Rottweiler began barking at the top of its substantial lungs. This would have been around 4:15 am and he didn’t stop until around 5:30. I assumed no one was home until I heard a ruckus and saw an old man leave the massive Winnebago parked near the two giant boats that are all surrounded by many other vehicles and broken, mismatched junk. The dude was there the whole time!?!? ARGGH! I’m just going to go with him being deaf, heavily medicated, or both. Still, that’s total bullshit. I’m sure everyone within a four-block radius is just as sleep-deprived and upset as we are, and if they are nursing a hangover like yours truly, then I know they are indeed in bad shape. Morons. Complete and utter morons. So, before you put the light shield over your eyes and affix the noise-canceling headphones and catch those missing Zs, take a sip of calming tea, sit back, and check out some great comics. Thank you for reading!

*Obie, through his dabbling in arcane magics mixed with ancient corrupt business practices, has had not just the colors of his fur switched, but a complete overhaul of his work ethic as well…I think I’m kinda okay with the mishap.

***Possible Spoilers Below***

Friday Slice of Heaven

Powers of X #3

(Written by Jonathan Hickman, illustrated by R.B. Silva, inked by R.B. Silva and Adriano di Benedetto, colored by Marte Gracia, lettered by VC’s Clayton Cowles, published by Marvel Comics)
Discounting some pretty egregious typos and grammatical errors, this week’s Hickman X-Men offering is all sorts of kickass awesomeness that provides some clear answers to quite a few of the questions the previous issues have raised. This is also the first week that has not seen the series alternate from House of X to Powers of X and back. The book is also different in that we stick within Year 100 for the entirety of the issue. Here, we learn the identities of Apocalypse’s newest Horsemen with a 2nd Generation Chimera, two “Pureblood” Mutants, and a…well, you’ll have to read this fine issue to discover the identity of the VERY cool tree guy with the blood-red hands. The remnants of humanity are involved in all sorts of nuttery—when aren’t they?—and are challenged by most of the few remaining mutants. This is meant to draw the attention of Nimrod the Lesser away from Apocalypse’s true goal, which I absolutely did not see coming and which is beautifully played out on that shocking last page. Now, Hickman has me thinking again about timelines and a certain mutant ability while leaving me hoping for more adventures from this killer mutant lineup on this devastatingly bleak world. Hopefully, we will get to see more someday and hopefully, it will be brought to us by Silva and Gracia who give us the best-looking issue to date, especially on the scenes involving Nimrod the Lesser. However, as much as I want to see more of Apocalypse’s team, I more than anything need to see what happens next in House of X #3 this coming week. I can definitely see picking up the hardcover collection as soon as this fantastic event wraps.

Guardians of the Galaxy #8

(Written by Donny Cates, illustrated by Cory Smith, colored by David Curiel, lettered by VC’s Cory Petit, published by Marvel Comics)
Last issue left us with a bleak look at how Rocket Racoon has been doing. It ain’t pretty. This issue lets us know how Rocket got to his current condition through a quick origin story that starts off as heartbreaking and ends as devastating. Then, the Patriarch of the Universal Church of Truth (Peter Quill’s father) reveals one (or rather many given that final page) of the methods through which he hopes to spread the Church’s evil influence. Given that the UCoT is involved, I’m hopeful to see Adam Warlock (one of my favorite Marvel characters) and/or Magus appear at some point and to hopefully play a prominent role in this great space opera. Time will tell, but I will say that I saw a solicit that looks to feature a kid version of Magus, which makes me a little nervous. I am NOT a fan of when comics make characters kids, but, again, time will tell. Cates has been rocking the Marvel books for a while now, and he continues to do so with Guardians of the Galaxy. You can and should catch up with the first trade if you aren’t already reading this fine series.

Sorry, Denizens, I gotta keep this one short and go lie down. I would have probably talked about Criminal #7 but unfortunately it didn’t make it in my pull, dagnabbit! Don’t let the dogs keep you awake and I’ll see you next time.


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