snap judgments

Okay, I’m really sold on Robert Downey Jr. I’m really sold on the Adi Granov designs. This movie is getting ready to look SO GOOD.

Which makes me ask one, tiny question: Where’s the publicity for the Incredible Hulk?

It’s dry as a bone out there for awesome new news of the second try at a Hulk movie that’s watchable over 15%.  Sure, Iron Man’s coming out first and I’m sure they want to get the word out on the movie with all the hip stars, but … not a peep? Not a desktop or a concept sketch or an interview or eight or … something? The website is dreadfully empty, the pics we have are not exactly telling… I don’t know. Not exactly inspiring the same selling points as Mr. Flashy Iron Man over here.

Give Norton some love, people.

Somedays, the ol’ blog-o-net makes me want to toss my laptop from a very high cliff.  Somedays, I’m trying to enjoy my funny books at the store and find myself politely nodding this this week’s blog-o-versy over what terrible thing DC is doing or how Joe Quesada slapped you like Zsa Zsa Gabor on a DUI charge.  And yes, somedays this makes it damn hard to get on the keys.  I take breaks.  Long walks in the park.  Watch a sunset.  Read Superman/Batman: Saga of the Super Sons.

But the best cure for the RAPED CHILDHOOD blues is other people.  I honestly feel better when I recommend a book I can guarantee will knock someone’s socks off or talk to someone who really knows what they want out of a comic and celebrates that, rather than laments over what’s not there.  Now I haven’t said anything about recent cover art on a certain Playboy magazine, despite having boobs and opinions, but everything I wanted to say, everything that could possibly cheer me up about blog-o-drama was eloquently and upstandingly said by Lisa Fortuner.

So thanks, Lisa (if I can call you Lisa?).  I needed that.