I’M BACK

In case you folks gave up on me, wonder no more. I’ve just returned from a five day sojourn down to Atlanta, visiting Kathleen’s family for the holidays. Three week old Caroline had the opportunity to meet her eight week old cousin, Genevieve (hope I spelled her name right). Whereas Caroline was 6 pounds 13 ounces at birth, Genny was over nine pounds. At this point, Caroline is approaching seven while Genny is at twelve. We posed the two of them together and it looked like the opening sequence of “Twins.”

I’m never much for trying to do entries while on the road, because I have a hard time typing with any keyboard that’s non-ergonomic. If you do a lot of typing and you’re still using a standard keyboard, I cannot suggest more strenuously that you switch to an ergonomic. It’ll take about a week for you to adjust, but you’ll get your speed back and you will save your hands. There’s no question in my mind I’d have Carpal tunnel by now if I hadn’t switched five years ago.

Because we were reluctant to expose Caroline to a crowded airplane, we wound up renting a van and driving down.. The van rental place didn’t have the one we contracted for, and wound up upgrading us to this deluxe nine passenger vehicle I promptly dubbed “Cattlecar: Galactica.” There was onboard TV and video player, and a ton of room, and yet Kath and I still managed to repeatedly hit our heads whenever we moved around the interior.

Stopped at several comic book stores while down there: Oxford Comics and Doctor No’s, where I chatted with long-time friend and store owner Cliff Biggers. Cliff’s “Comic Shop News” is going to be doing an exclusive feature on “The Fallen Angel” when we’re ready to promote it in a couple months.

Happy holidays to all.

PAD

YOU CAN STOP TELLING ME

I’ve got at least five e-mails from folks telling me that Joe Quesada made no mention of “Captain Marvel” in his Newsarama interview, and didn’t list me in his X-Mas song even though he mentioned just about every other living person currently employed by Marvel. Which is being seen as a snub and not a good sign of things to come. Which it probably was.

So you can stop telling me now. Okay?

PAD

FIREFLOWN

Okay, well THAT series makes somewhat more sense now.

I still think the lack of any kind of score aside from those sleep-inducing guitar licks and the occasionally pokey editing didn’t help, but overall I liked the two hour pilot of Firefly quite a lot. As far as an intro to the characters goes, it certainly was far superior to the episode that Fox insisted on airing that helped cost the series so many viewers from the get-go. And it wasn’t remotely the snore-fest that reports from Fox execs made it out to be.

And of course, barring any unexpected developments, this is the last episode we’re going to see. Bottom line is, Fox blew this one. From running the show out of sequence to a non-existent ad campaign once the series was on (during FX reruns of “Buffy” they aired only promos for “John Doe.” If there’s *anyplace* to push a series to fans of “the creator of Buffy,” that’s the place), it’s obvious that there was no one internally at the network pushing or supporting the show. Unusual series always need someone on the inside to go to the mat for it, and clearly no one existed in that capacity for “Firefly.”

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THE LAST WORD

The writer of the TCJ column “Journalista,” after taking inaccurate swipes at this blog, announced that I could have “the last word” on the subject. This is a popular on-line gambit in which one person actually endeavors to have the last word himself by trying to present himself as above whatever rebuttal could be offered. The usual hope is that the other party will then want to show that he’s as above-it-all as the first guy, so he refuses to avail himself of the opportunity. I don’t know whether that’s the intent here. But I–who Gary Groth has referred to as one of Fantagraphics “favorite whipping boys”–do know I want to say something.

It’s been a good long while since Fantagraphics took something I didn’t write, acted as if I did, and then offered a half-hearted, Well we meant everything we said but we’re sorry we said it apology. The time before was a fabricated letter defending some former Fanta employee that Groth utilized to produced a multi-page slam, without anyone there bothering to verify that I’d actually written it. Which I hadn’t. This time around, Journalista was incapable of reading an entry that referred to Kathleen and me in the third person, featuring such phrases as “Peter and Kathleen” and “their child,” ascribed it to me, and took me to task for it. Endeavoring to subsequently explain the mishap, the author claimed the posting carried no label of authorship…even though it said “posted by Glenn Hauman” right under it.

But hey, in the world of journalistic accuracy that passes for Fantagraphics, it’s all even-steven because I stated a decade after the fact that, as I recall it, Groth was a guest at Carol’s house even though he claims it was the other way around…while, eleven years ago, at the time it occurred, journalistic maven Groth couldn’t get the cause of Carol’s death correct (it wasn’t a heart attack, it was a brain aneurysm.)

One of the two things that Groth and his stooges has never been able to wrap themselves around is that I don’t care what Groth said about Carol. Carol was beyond his ability to hurt. What I care about is that Groth revealed himself as someone with a total lack of human decency. A young woman dropped dead. A woman he knew, that he had presumably broken bread with. She collapsed in the street, was rushed to a hospital, briefly regained consciousness, and then died. And he used that tragedy as a pretext for two things, and two things only: To bash Marvel, and to promote the Comics Journal, holding it up as the gold standard of how to do euologies correctly.

Here’s the other thing Groth et al never got: Carol always saw Marvel as a stepping stone. She was only going to be there another six months to a year. She always planned long-term, you see. She had meticulously been putting everything into place and was preparing to make the jump to her own business. To create her own publishing firm, producing work of artistic merit. She truly loved comic books, but she wanted more out of life than pushing superhero titles. She had great and lofty goals.

And she didn’t get to achieve them.

The people who mourned her didn’t know that, of course. But they were aware that, at the very least, a life with vast potential had been cut short. They got that. Criticize the effusiveness with which they did it if you must (though God knows why one would feel compelled to), but they got that. And Groth didn’t get that, making him less understanding and more devoid of anything approaching human feeling than any of them. Instead he pontificated over how he “abominated” the use to which she put her intellect in building her career.

Carol used Marvel Comics as a foundation toward a publishing career that was cut short. Gary Groth, who has published pørņ (the Eros line) and a magazine extolling the virtues of the very superheroes he despises (Amazing Heroes), all to generate revenue to keep TCJ going, doesn’t get to excoriate others for the way they build a career.

Here endeth the word.

PAD

TAKE YOUR VICTORIES WHERE YOU CAN GET THEM

It certainly would never have been a crusade that occurred to me to undertake, but for what it’s worth, Glenn has been successful in his endeavors. For the moment, at least, when doing a Google search for Carol Kalish, Groth’s eleven year old screed is no longer the first thing that comes up. So that’s nice.

FYI–Richard Howell sent a baby present to Caroline. It’s a small plush hippo named “Mud” that used to belong to Carol. “Mud” seemed most pleased to be pressed back into service after years of inactivity, and has a place of honor in Caroline’s crib.

PAD

I’M GETTING A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS (BUFFY SPOILERS)

Well, I’m not sure if they’re exactly “spoilers” or not, considering it’s just speculation. Nor am I the only person to think that the following is the case (board monitor Glenn Hauman shares my opinion.)

On last night’s episode, Giles–having survived his close encounter with a representative of the First Evil–showed up in Sunnydale with three would-be slayers in tow.

Except…I’m thinking not.

I’m thinking we’re seeing a “Sixth Sense” riff here (so much so, as Keith DeCandido pointed out, that they even mentioned that film’s writer/director in the episode). I’m thinking that, with the BBC “Ripper” series apparently terminally stalled, that Giles did not, in fact, survive a dámņëd thing, and that the First is impersonating a dead Giles.

Granted, the dialogue was off. Giles sounded defeatist and unheroic. On the other hand, the script *was* co-written by Marti Noxon, so that’s not exactly unusual.

But the utter lack of physical contact–an impossibility for the incorporeal First–was staggering.

1) Giles never knocked on the door.

2) Giles, the British gentleman, never helped with carrying any luggage or held the door open for any of the females throughout the episode. Nor did he seize a weapon when the others did.

3) When he arrived, none of the females hugged him, and Xander didn’t shake his hand. This is such a stunning lapse in the typical physical behavior of the characters that it seemed like one of those nail-on-chalkboard script requirements. You know, where something has to happen a certain way because the script demands it, but it makes so little sense that it just strikes you as wrong.

4) Giles never removes or hangs up his coat, even when we see others do so with theirs. Why? Speculation: It wouldn’t hang on a hangar.

5) When walking through the Christmas tree lot, the heavier Giles walks directly over the boarded hole that the much lighter Buffy promptly crashes through.

6) When Buffy is scrambling to get out of the hole, Giles doesn’t extend a hand.

7) When the vampire is emerging from the hole, we see Giles is standing directly in front of the sun, blocking it. He blocks it so thoroughly that Buffy is looking straight into it and doesn’t squint. Yet the vampire screams and falls back as if hit with the full force of the sun. Why? Because if Giles is really incorporeal, there’s nothing actually there blocking the UV rays.

Not looking real good for our hero, kids.

PAD