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To all the folks who voiced unspeakably rude sentiments directed at the host of this board–which would be me–simply because I’m skeptical of the scramble for war at a time when domestic issues unattended to (or exacerbated) by the administration loom so large…

How many are actually in the service and would be required to fight? How many have children who would be required to go? And how many of draft age support a draft (and I’ll be going on the assumption that the rudest and most blustering who respond affirmatively to the last one are full of crap.)

Just wondering.

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CAPTAIN MARVEL #5. Revelations are made. Decisions are made. Deadlines are made. I haven’t actually seen a copy of the book yet, but I know it’s out.

Thoughts?

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In case you were wondering, no, I didn’t watch the State of the Union. I simply couldn’t possibly listen to, or look at, Bush for such a sustained period of time. A country with a spiralling economy and a series of anti-environment initiatives faced with the prospect of a multi-billion dollar war that could well serve to be the final wedge in the drive of world isolationism that’s been fostered since the current administration came into office.

State of the Union? Kinda sucks at the moment. Don’t really need W. to tell me that.

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The Year The Great War Came Upon Us All (also known as Babylon 5: The Complete Second Season) is now available for pre-ordering, to be shipped at the end of April. So for those of you that’d like to see Soul Mates and There All The Honor Lies (written, of course, by your host, Mr. David) in widescreen, extra crispy, and with Dolby sound… click through!

I don’t normally do two blog entries in one day, but I gotta share this one:

I’ve been informed by my editor on SUPERGIRL, Lysa Hawkins (who is also my editor on “The Fallen Angel”) that “Many Happy Returns”…SUPERGIRL #75-80…has performed so well that it’s going to be collected as a trade paperback when the run ends. So the first eight issues and the last six are collected. Interesting bookends.

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It’s always interesting to me how fans seek out precedents for things. It’s almost as if the crafting of stories is a huge “Where’s Waldo” to them as they try to determine where they’ve seen things in order to catch the writer out at something. I said in an earlier posting that fans don’t understand the concept of ideas, and that put some folks’ noses out of joint, but it remains true. One fan recently dismissed “Alias” claiming he doesn’t watch it because he watched it back when it was called “La Femme Nikita,” apparently thinking that since both series involve espionage and females, they were identical. Which, of course, is like dismissing “La Femme Nikita” as a knock-off of “The Avengers” or “Modesty Blaise.”

Currently fans are perceiving parallels in “Supergirl” to “Kingdom Come.” Truth time: With all deference to Mark Waid, a wonderful writer, I barely remember anything of the plot of KC. If anything, I was riffing “Terminator” (the methodical annihilation of females with the same name in order to eliminate a threat they pose in the future) and “A Tale of Two Cities” (with a lookalike substituting herself for another, doomed lookalike), with a dash of “Buffy” thrown in (evil master villain imprisoned and hoping cute blonde provides means of escape) for the long-time fans who apparently thought every issue was lifted from Joss Whedon.

Then again, I suppose it’s only fair. When “Kingdom Come” came out, as I recall fans claimed that certain sequences in KC were direct rip-offs of “The Last Avengers Story,” written by yours truly. So it comes full circle.

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Received the following e-mail from SPACE CASES co-creator Bill Mumy, and thought I’d share it:

It IS still a good life.

Bill Mumy

I’ve been pondering whether Pete Rose should be granted entry into the Baseball Hall of Fame in the spirit of forgiveness for his active betting on baseball. Kathleen offered me her opinion on it, and I think she’s dead on.

The only way Pete Rose should be in the Hall of Fame is if Shoeless Joe Jackson precedes him. All or nothing. If we’re going to forgive Rose during his lifetime, then Shoeless Joe has to be forgiven long after his has ended. It’s only fair.

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Frickin’ freezing. Heat went out to the upstairs, but fortunately the serviceman came quickly. It’s great dealing with a small town oil company.

Saw the Diamond Top 100. “Supergirl” up to #70. “Young Justice” outselling “Teen Titans.” Both cancelled. “Captain Marvel” holds steady while the other U-Decide books fade, but I’m persona non grata at Marvel. Not sure whether to laugh or cry.

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Really enjoying where “Angel” is going this season. Cordelia’s “get over it” speech was marvelous. No apologies. No explanations. It happened, get over it. For some reason, I could see Cordy setting up a Lucy Van Pelt-like psychiatric help booth and start dealing with everyone in the Buffy&Angel verse in the exact same manner. Come to think of it, that’s how she dealt with Buffy during her funk early in season 3. Remember? Something like, “Whatever’s bothering you, deal with it, spank your inner moppet, whatever. Get over it. Before you don’t even have the lame friends you have right now.”

Wesley is guardedly back, and if Gunn doesn’t cut the ‘tude, he’s going to drive Fred right to Wes, which would be interesting. Seeing Conner knocked out a window was nice. I’m still hoping that they can have him guest star on “Buffy” so she could knock him out a window (and Xander could fix it, of course.) And the slow reveal of the involvement of Angelus was pretty cool. Just, please God, don’t force Boreanaz to do an Irish accent again. Please.

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A mixed bag in last night’s episode of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” (as opposed to the 100% rock solid kick-ass “Smallville.” Holy COW was that a hell of a show.)

New slayers have been showing up through the expedient of walking in the front door, so spending a whole episode searching for one seemed to stretch things out. Also, the First’s stronghold seems to be in Sunnydale because of the Hellmouth: He’s capping slayers worldwide and he only just now notices there’s one in his backyard?

I had very little problem when the notion of who and how slayers get called was nebulous backstory. Now that it’s become front and center what the show is about, the mechanics of it (or lack thereof) are starting to piss me off.

And…wait. If Buffy dies, a slayer is called? Since when? Buffy’s death activated Kendra, Kendra’s activated Faith. At this point, Buffy’s death shouldn’t be able to activate a toaster oven because the line of succession runs through Faith. If that’s not the case, we’ve got a big honkin’ question: What happened to the Slayer who must/should have been activated when Buffy died fighting Glory? There should be at least one more Slayer wandering around out there. Now who knows, maybe that’s a plot point they’ll get to. But if *I’m* asking these questions, why the hell aren’t Buffy and pals?

The scene kicking off Act II with the “discovery” of Dawn’s status was just absolutely endless. Would that they’d trimmed it by two minutes so we could see the Wannaslays going head to head with the vamp in the crypt. A major test for them and we see them chatting about it afterward? Whatever happened to the fundamental writing precept of “show, don’t tell.”

Still, the episode was largely worth it for that final scene with Dawn and Xander. I kept waiting for him to refer to himself as “the Zeppo.” Still, whereas last season’s Dawn pity-party seemed unfounded (your sister’s back from the grave! Be happy and shut up!), this season’s similar go-around comes across as far more justified, especially since Buffy promised she was going to be working more with Dawn and suddenly is treating her like out-of-fashion shoes.

And we didn’t have to spend an episode trying to catch Giles touching something.

Now “Smallville” on the other hand–if you’re not watching the following hour on the WB, you are screwing yourself. The show’s firing on all cylinders, and last night’s episode brought a lot of simmering plot lines to a full boil. Everything from Jonathan Kent’s frustration with his wife (I’m sorry, but he had a point; you just don’t blow off your anniversary celebration to work on a Sunday) to Clark’s slo-mo vault from the Daily Planet rooftop (and the guest appearance of comic book’s Maggie Sawyer) just worked as you sensed you were watching something truly mythic unfolding.

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Wouldn’t it be interesting if Adam Strange were transported to Chicago because he’d been struck by a Catherine Zeta-Beam?

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This Sunday was Caroline’s christening. Being of different religions, Kath and I discussed way at the beginning of our relationship what would happen if we had a child. I’ve already had the pleasure of raising three children in my faith; it didn’t seem fair to deprive Kath of the opportunity to do the same for hers. So with the arrival of Caroline, a christening was required. Her parents and sister came up from Atlanta, my folks came up from Pennsylvania, and we went for the ceremony to the nearby church where Kath attends mass every Sunday.

I admit I was very concerned about the procedure at first. It seemed as if it would be painful, even dangerous for the baby. A huge potential for head trauma. But then I was informed that christening an infant is a completely different procedure from christening an ocean liner. I was much relieved.

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If you have to change airplanes when returning to the United States from a foreign country, go through *any* airport but George Bush Airport. Because the intelligence level of the personnel is of such quality that making jokes in relation to the Airport name is criminally easy.

Shana and Gwen returned from their trip to Cancun and had to make their connection at GBA. They had an hour to make the connecting flight, but since Texas was their port of entry into the US, they had to clear customs.

So they went to the first customs guy. He asked them, among other things, if they had liquor with them. Shana, having no desire to lie, said, “Yes, two bottles.” Which she did. Nothing illegal about it.

But this apparently bewildered the customs guy, so he sent her to a second customs guy, who asked her the exact same questions. With time ticking away, she gave the same answers. He stared at her and said, “You have to be 21 to bring liquor into the US.”

“I am 21,” she said.

“I need to see your ID.”

She gave him her passport.

He stared at it. Stared some more. Stared some more. Looked up at her. Looked back down. Stared some more. More time ticked away. Finally:

“Who’s ‘David?’” he said suspiciously.

“That’s me! That’s my last name!” she said to someone who worked in international arrivals in an airport but was incapable of deciphering a United States passport.

More suspicious looks. “I need to see your Texas state ID,” he told her.

“I don’t have one.”

“Why not?” he demanded.

“Because I don’t live in Texas,” Shana said, watching her connection slip away and trying to keep her cool. “I live in Boston.”

He paused, considering that. Then he shook his head. “I need to see your Texas state ID.”

Shana snapped. “I DON’T LIVE IN TEXAS! I LIVE IN BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS! I CAN SHOW YOU A BOSTON STUDENT ID, OKAY?!”

She yanked out her Boston student ID, presenting it to an official for whom a US government passport wasn’t sufficient. He stared at it, gave it back, waved her and Gwen through…without ever having looked in the bag to see the alcohol.

Shana and Gwen then sprinted to the desk where they now had to recheck their luggage for the connection. They got to the desk. The woman behind the counter said, “Where are you going?”

“Boston,” they gasped, having dashed across the airport, having lost nearly half an hour to customs.

“Have you rechecked your bags?” asked the woman.

They stared at her. “No. That’s why we’re HERE.”

“Well, you’re never going to make your flight if you’re standing here,” said the woman.

At which point Shana nearly reached over the counter and beat the woman senseless, except she realized that apparently no one she’d encountered at George Bush airport had a lick of sense anyway. The woman then took the bag and threw it onto the carousel as if she were tremendously put upon and being made to do something far beneath her, rather than her job.

Despite the best efforts of George Bush Airport personnel, they made their flight with all of ten minutes to spare.

Oh…and Comedy Central never did film any kind of promo thing with them. What a waste of an opportunity. Heck, filming them trying to get back into the US alone would have been worth a half hour of laughs.

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Both “Angel” and “Buffy” are looking mightily apocalyptic this season. And considering the average apocalypse historically takes an episode, two at most to handle (and indeed became so SOP that it was reduced to a mere “B” plot in the hilarious BTVS episode “The Zeppo”), we’re obviously talking some major league world destruction.

The two series are going about it from very different approaches, however. Buffy has essentially become Slayerfest 2003, “Private Benjamin” meets “The Untouchables” with stakes as Buffy channels Sean Connery to whip her troops into shape (“I don’t know but it’s been said, Rupert Giles might be dead! Sound off, one two!”). Meanwhile Angel, who these days is just as likely to hang up on the helpless as help them (when was the last time they actually *did* that, and no, helping Conner doesn’t count) has become darker, more foreboding and, frankly, more compelling.

The recent episode was no exception. The only problem I had with it is that it came across like house cleaning. Let’s face it: Wolfram and Hart never went anywhere. They had senior partners, the exact nature of which we never really knew. They had a doomsday plan, the specifics of which we never learned. They had some connection to Pylea (or however you spell that dimension), the details of which were never pursued. And now, this week, they’re all dead. It came across (to me at least) like the producers saying, “You know what? Screw it. They’ve been around for three seasons, we don’t know what to do with them anymore, they’re more annoying than menacing, and they’ve said repeatedly they can’t kill Angel because he’s ‘important,’ so there’s only so much menace they can provide. Let’s just annihilate them and move on.” Which, barring a surprising plot development, is what they did.

As for Cordelia boffing Conner…I dunno. I could see out-of-character behavior for someone who’s never endured end-of-the-world scenarios before. But Cordelia’s an old hand at this. It was–how shall we put it–questionable. Except I hear scuttlebutt that Charisma Carpenter’s pregnant. If that’s true, this might be how they cover it. She was sent back by the Powers That Be to have it off with Conner and produce yet another baby to be yanked off to another dimension. Either that or send her out on missions carrying a laundry basket in front of her.

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In answer to repeated questions:

Yes. It’s true. I’ve been approached by Dreamwave about doing a new “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” series tying in with the new animated TV show. And I said I would do it because, frankly, my kids wouldn’t have it any other way. My three elder daughters are huge TMNT fans (Caroline hasn’t weighed in with an opinion) and made it clear there would be dire–DIRE–consequences if I passed up the opportunity.

Further details will be forthcoming as soon as Dreamwave irons out the final kinks with the Turtles folks.

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Pretty amazing. Todd McFarlane who, according to recent court decisions does not own the copyright to Miracleman, is taking the fingers-in-ears, la la la I’m not listening approach. He’s soliciting a Miracleman statue and is ostensibly casting about for writers for a new series on a property that either he doesn’t own outright or, at the very least, shares copyright on.

Because, y’know, judges just *love* it when people act like legal decisions haven’t been made. That’ll help tons on the appeals as he does everything he can not to treat Neil Gaiman with respect.

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UPDATED COMMENT–I just saw a picture of the statue. It looks like Miracleman is staring at his right hand in horror after a door slammed on his fingers and broke them.

At this very moment, Shana and Gwen are at the Club Med resort in Cancun, Mexico. Why? Because they won a free trip from Comedy Central’s “Win Ben Stein’s Vacation” sweepstakes. Actually, Gwen filled out the entry form, but since she was under 21 she put in Shana’s name. And she asked me the trivia questions, which I answered correctly. So Shana, who didn’t do anything and didn’t even know she was being entered, won.

My Daughters Won a Free Trip to Cancun and All I Got Was This Lousy Blog Entry.

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Just saw “Catch Me If You Can.” Nicely done. It was as if Spielberg chose to get out of the way of the story, and it was a good decision. Impressive to see Tom Hanks in a supporting role.

One comics-related observation: Interesting that Hank’s G-man Carl Hanratty was able to determine that his quarry, Frank Abagnale (Leonardo DiCaprio) was not an adult because Abagnale used the name “Barry Allen” as an alias. As soon as Hanratty learned that Barry Allen was the Flash, he said, “He reads comic books! We’re looking for a kid!”

Back in the early 1960s, apparently it was just that simple.

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Feb. 22, 1991

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