CPT. MARVEL COVERS TO COME

I’d been complaining a while back that Marvel wasn’t doing anything to advertise the fact that Spider-Man guest-starred in “Captain Marvel #10.” I felt it was a missed opportunity to prompt Spidey fans to sample my title. Well, CM editor Andy Schmidt felt my pain, and commissioned a new cover for #10 conspicuously featuring the wall-crawler, and pencilled by–get this–Alan Davis. Also, the cover for #15 is scheduled to be drawn by comics legend Neal Adams. As soon as I have visuals on either or both of these covers, I’ll post them here.

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SONG STYLINGS OF SHANA

Been up to Boston the past few days where eldest daughter Shana did her senior recital, part of the graduation requirements for Berklee College of Music where she attends. Audience included family, friends, and even her boss from Comicopia where she works on Tuesdays. She sang mostly original tunes; she’s developed into quite a sharp song writer. The triumphant set was followed by a pizza party at her apartment.

We then stopped off in Connecticut on the way back to visit with my sister, Beth, her husband Rande, and their kids Sara and newborn Emma, whom we were meeting for the first time. She bore a striking resemblance to Caroline. We hung out, chatted, and were tormented with curious television choices, such as Rande and Kathleen watching a DVD of the Rankin-Bass “Here Comes Peter Cottontail” while Beth and I begged for it to stop. We also watched some rodeo on TV with cowboys riding on bulls. Whereupon I was informed that the reason the bulls buck so much is that there’s a tight rope yanking on their privates that they’re trying to throw off. Is that true? If it is, am I the only person in the world who didn’t know this?

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SPIKE TV

Somewhere, Joss Whedon is giggling insanely right about now.

NEW YORK (AP) — Spike is no longer just the name of a famous film

> director or a volleyball move. Now it’s the name of a cable network, too.

> Struggling TNN — which just two years ago changed from The Nashville

> Network to The National Network — announced Tuesday that, effective June

> 16, it will call itself Spike TV.

GET BENT

I cannot recommend highly enough a charming film called “Bend it Like Beckham.” A British import, it tells the story of a teenaged Indian girl (as in, from India) in England who is a phenom football (i.e., soccer) player and obsessed with Manchester United player David Beckham. Her parents, however, are far more old world in their beliefs of what their daughter’s future holds, and being a football player definitely ain’t it. But when opportunities arise for her that bring her head to head not only with her folks’ attitudes but also her sister’s wedding plans, hilarity ensues.

We went the other day, we being Kathleen, Ariel, myself and baby Caroline, now four months old. As with “Chicago,” I positioned myself next to the exit so if she began to fuss at all, I’d bolt the theater with her. Unlike “Chicago” where she slept through it, this time out Caroline started out napping but woke up twenty minutes in. To my surprise, she was riveted by the film for the remainder of its near two-hour running time. I bottled fed her, she watched the film. I burped her, she watched the film. Gave her the pacifier, she watched the film. She spit out the pacifier and continued to watch the film, eyes like saucers. If I tried to turn her away from the movie for some reason, she twisted around in my arms so she could go back to watching it. For about ten seconds during a big football game she cooed softly; other than that, not a peep. She was totally engrossed in the images on the screen. And that’ someone who didn’t even know what was going on.

Can’t get a higher recommendation than that.

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