I know we all feel utter contempt for the constant resetting of comic book numbering back to number one, and we pity the weak-minded fools who are swayed by this to pick up a comic book that they haven’t read in a while. The only people we reserve more disdain for are the publishes who pander to this ingrained flaw in human nature by constantly resetting their comic books back to issue one.
There is an idea that keeps coming up in science fiction comic books that is supremely goofy and illogical, and therefore appeals to me very much. It is the idea of a human being fighting robots with just their bare hands. Obviously, the idea of a flesh and blood human being able to fight a metal robot is ludicrous in the extreme, but it does keep on coming up. I just today discovered bare-knuckle robot fighting in its purest, and maybe earliest, form
While watching Solo: A Star Wars Story, I was struck by a few things, some of which were glaringly obvious and which I have already written about, such as the extremely disappointing sexual politics, but some that were more subtle. One of the more subtle things I saw was the difference in border controls in Solo: A Star Wars Story, compared to the original Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope.
I’m wondering if I should keep on with my project of going back and once again reading issues of 2000 AD from the late 1970s and early 1980s. The problem is that there is a lot of sexism and racism in these comic books, and by writing about them, I may be validating this. They’re sexist in their lack of female characters, and racist in the ethnic stereotypes that appear now and again in the pages of this comic book.
I heard about an interesting story recently, a tale called Wormwood that is connected to the strange goings on around MKUltra. I wanted to see it, but first I had to decide whether I wanted to watch Wormwood as a movie or as a six-part Netflix series. With a lot of time to kill, and not many other competing new shows, I decided to go with the longer format. I’m glad I did because this sort of story is the kind of thing I find fascinating, and the more detail I get, the better.
I was recently given part three of the sci-fi series, Poseidon’s Children, by Alastair Reynolds, and I have just finished it, so now it’s time to post about it. I read the first book, On the Steel Breeze, last year, and it has taken me a while to get round to reading the final installment. I wrote a post about On the Steel Breeze, where I said that the book was about ideas.
Here comes another blog post in my ongoing series where I read old back issues of a comic book called 2000 AD. I have reached issue 112 on my journey, and the cover is an absolute classic, a work of genius. It is so good that I start to wonder if there is a Comic Book Hall of Fame to put it in. I quickly Google Comic Book Hall of Fame and apparently, people are working on a Comic Book Hall of Fame, but it does not yet exist.