AMC's new zombie show, "Be Increasingly Apprehensive About Ambulatory Coma Patients," had its third show last night. Eh. The hospital sequence was good, if only to assure us that the budget per episode is more than $49.99, but there's still no one you really want to root for. Heroin Boy, who's an energetic Mr. Resourceful in-between shuddering fits of withdrawl? Weak-tea Dad, who's picked a rather curious time to come out against firearms? I like the Stoic Barber, who is Wise in the Ways of Things, but he's as much of a cliche as everyone else. Worst part so far: "we have to make it through the riot to the truck, which will be untouched by the collapse of the social order because the script requires it."
Of course I'll keep watching. What else is there that's new on Sunday night.
GEEKThis may be the oldest, longest callback in comic-book journalism. Either that or I'm so disconnected from comic-book journalism that I'm unaware it's a persistent cliche. Anyway:
Right there I'm confused, because I thought she was married to Peter Parker. So the execrable newspaper strip has it. I think they're fighting Namor now. What was his nickname? Ol' Wing Ankles? It's been a while.
Anyway, pt. 2: they decided to pair her up with Tony Stark, replacing one redhead with another. But, as one comment asks with plaintive tone: "That mj is the 616 universe or ultimate?" Can't help you there, pal. So the headline for the story is this: Face It, Tony Stark, You Just Hit the Jackpot Let us travel back 49 years to Amazing Spider-Man #42, in 1966:
I got it right away, but that was my era.
WEB For a while everyone was bullish on Medium, which let people write stories on a common platform. Like a group-blog, but crowdsourced, if that wasn't a bygone buzzword by the time it launched. It's been contracting lately, but the main page is still rambling along. Here are some teasers on the front page right now. Test yourself to see if any of these are interesting.
Pass.
