Originally published January 19, 1996, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1157
What with going “home for the holidays” (after an extended stay in Montreal), I find myself crunched for time this week. Therefore the adventures of Ðìçk Cosmic, the Cosmic Ðìçk (which has grown far more in the telling than I had anticipated), will be delayed one week. Instead, we have a time-saver column from the set of Space Cases, the kids’ science fiction TV series I co-created with Bill Mumy.
Jose Reyes of the Mets has caused a brouhaha that underscores the notion that Mets fans can find loss in just about anything. He brought the team its first batting title in its history (and indeed pretty much the only bright spot in the season) but fans are taking issue with the fact that he took himself out of yesterday’s final game after a single appearance…the better to protect his narrow lead in the race.
I know the old saying is, “It’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game.” Well, guess what? This season the Mets played for crap. So I’ll take my wins wherever and however I can find them.
He won the batting title fair and square. He didn’t cheat. He didn’t take steroids (God, I hope not). There’s not gonna be an asterisk next to his name in the record books. He won it. And in a season where wins of any sort have sometimes been few and far between, I’m just not inclined to bìŧçh about how he won it. But maybe that’s just me.
Oh, uh…happy New Year.
PAD
Originally published January 12, 1996, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1156
I felt the oh-so-gentle jab of a toe in my rib cage. The snow against my mouth tasted like New York snow usually tastes: dirty. What else can you expect from something that’s fallen through the air? After all, who knows where the air had been?
I tried to raise my head and get out a word that sounded vaguely more intelligent than a simple low moan of pain. Unfortunately, I was not particularly successful on that score. I made a sort of “urkh” sound, but that was all.
So let’s see where we stand. In recent Republican debates, we have seen audiences cheer for the prospect of a young uninsured man dying in a coma. We have seen audiences cheer the high rate of people being executed in Texas. And we have seen them boo a soldier on duty because the soldier could now be openly gay.
Here’s the question: Is compassionate conservatism dead? Or was it, like other Bush creations as WMDs in Iraq, something that never existed in the first place?
PAD
Got back in from Los Angeles at a little past midnight today. Still tired and not quite up to speed. Went to IHOP for lunch since this is the one day a year I allow myself to have chocolate chip pancakes. Settling in now for cartoon night: all our favorite series are on tonight on Cartoon Network, and they’re all new.
PAD
Originally published January 5, 1996, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1155
“Find out who stole the fun in comics.”
The voice of my client, 12-year-old Billy Gates, echoed in my head, as I trudged through the snow. I couldn’t be wasting my time on a pointless case during pleasant weather. Nope. It had to be snowing. The trouble with snow is that it’s deceptive. It floats gently from overhead with an almost soothing silence. When it falls just right, even the high-decibel crankiness of New York City seems to fade out and be replaced by a respectful silence.
I’m out in Los Angeles, working with the brilliant writing staff of “Young Justice,” prepping the last few episodes of the second season. While I was there, I was able to watch a completed edition of my first episode of the current season, airing on Cartoon Network. These things are extremely fluid and subject to change, but it’s tentatively scheduled to be broadcast on November 11. When we get closer, I’ll verify as to whether it will indeed be airing on that day. And please don’t ask me the title or what it’s about; I’m afraid that’s secret.
PAD
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