Star Wars (Vol. 2), Issue #11 – “Book II: Showdown on the Smugglers’ Moon (Part 4)”

* Part 4 of 5 of the Book II: Showdown on the Smugglers’ Moon storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: Star Wars (Vol. 2), Issue #11 – “Book II: Showdown on the Smugglers’ Moon (Part 4)”! In the previous installment, Chewie and C-3PO fly to Nar Shaddaa (THE SMUGGLER’S MOON) in order to find Luke and get him out of Nar Shaddaa (THE SMUGGLER’S MOON). Meanwhile, Luke’s getting ready to fight in Grakkus the Hutt’s arena,

Sana and Leia strike a deal to give Han back to Sana and away from Leia. That’s funny.

The issue ends with a Binks guy talking to a bounty hunter about Chewie. I don’t know who the bounty hunter is. We’ll see where that goes, too. I don’t care much about that! But now we need the Rebellion to save Luke Skywalker before Grakkus has him killed. Or worse: turned into an anime fan! AHHHHHH!!!!


Star Wars (Vol. 2), Issue #11 [January, 2016]
Written by: Jason Aaron
“Book II: Showdown on the Smugglers’ Moon (Part 4)”

Star Wars (Vol. 2), Issue #11

C-3PO is whining to Chewie already. “Grakkus the Hutt’s palace is impenetrable” this, and “we can’t sneak inside” that.

“Oh, poor Master Luke. I fear he’s quite doomed.”

“HHHGGGGGGGH”

Good conversations abound! According to C-3PO’s translations, Chewie is looking to fight their way in! “If you ask me,” C-3PO responds, “that’s exactly the sort of reckless behavior that got Artoo and Master Luke into trouble in the first place.”

While these two are “talking”, someone off-panel shoots Chewie with an electricity bullet from an electricity gun! You know, if those actually exist. “Hello, Chewbacca.” It’s Mr. Bounty Hunter the Sir, fresh as a daisy. “Jabba sends his regards.”

This one is looking for Han Solo, but he is chagrined to find out that he isn’t present at the moment. Maybe come back after tea time. “Call him. Tell him Dengar’s looking for him.”

C-3PO is like “oh dear, oh my, I suppose I have to step in and fix this situation”. He picks the bullet off of Chewie, which was still sending electricity coursing through his person. C-3PO then gets electrocuted and hella collapses in a fit of scrambled circuitry and horse semen. Dengar is despondent that the droid shorted out his shock bolt, and then points his gun at the smoldering Wookiiee. “Well come on then, Big Guy. There’s a lot more where that came from.”

Chewbacca screams in large red letters. He’s unhappy! See, I can speak Wookiiee sometimes.

Meanwhile, a cuffed Luke gets shuffled down a corridor by two armed guards. “Ready for your big day, my boy?” squelches Grakkus. Time’s a-wastin’, and there’s a very big crowd out there waiting to see you eat your own butt, my friend! MOVE IT!

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Sounds fun, actually! Are tickets still available?

Luke dies if he fights and he’ll die if he doesn’t fight. It’s win-win for everyone! Grakkus is going to have Luke taxidermied and hanging up next to…THIS! *shows him Obi-Wan’s diary* Ha ha, lots of smutty fantasies in this thing!

Now you’ve done it. Luke loses his cool. “So full of anger, this one. No wonder he’s not much of a Jedi.” Grakkus waves him away and instructs the guards to hand him a lightsaber, then they shove him out into the arena.

“BEHOLD, THE LAST OF THE JEDI!” We get to hear color commentator Jim Nantz rile up the crowd! Luke makes mentally-challenged faces. The crowd is underwhelmed as fuck.

Luke’ opponent is Kongo the Disemboweler, who looks like a mean and scary demon right out of  the Doom (1993) video game! Blocky graphics and all! He’s about three feet taller than Luke and he’s going to murder this bitch. Just smear him across the floor like a pile of rank feces.

“LET THE GAMES BEGIN!”

Luke doesn’t look scared at all! He readies his lightsaber, determined. Ignorant of the consequences of fighting Kongo the Disemboweler (a disemboweling).

Meanwhile, Han whines to Leia about the little deal she and Sana made. When they reach Nar Shaddaa, Leia’s getting the boot off of Sana’s ship and then Sana and Han will live happily ever after, amen.

Han is insistent that Sana is not his wife, and he won’t shut up about it for literally four issues now. Leia heads into her quarters and slams the door in Han’s face. He starts spilling the beans through the door, including tidbits but not limited to:

-He actually did marry Sana.

-For pretend.

-As part of a scheme to get back at a crime lord.

-Who owned a gambling den.

-So he staged a big event as a front for the break-in.

-And it had to look real.

-So do you believe me?

Whatever. What’s Chewie up to?

Star Wars (Vol. 2), Issue #11

GGRRRRRHH to you too, big boy.

Chewie’s fighting the bounty hunter. Chewie’s better at fighting. The bounty hunter tries to pick up his gun, but then Chewie picks up his neck.

And then the bounty hunter presses a switch and something blows up right on top of Wookiee Jones. GRRRGGHHH. RRRGGHHHH. RHHRHRHRHRH. You know the drill. “Oh, don’t you go dying on me yet, Fuzzy. Not until your far-more-valuable partner shows up. You’ll make better bait if you’re still able to scream.”

Of course, Chewie does look quite dead! C-3PO certainly looks dead. All the good guys died. And speaking for good guys dying, Luke is flailing around an arena. Let’s check back.

“Kongo is augmented with deep-core drilling armor,” explains the GAMEMASTER to Grakkus. “It won’t be easy to hack through that. Not even with a lightsaber.” So, basically, Luke is toast. Toast with butter and jam. Strawberry jam. Yum.

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Remember when Michael Jackson owned the Elephant Man’s bones? That guy was fucking weird, man. Good thing he’s dead!

The Gamemaster has taken a liking to Luke for reasons that are likely stupid and ridiculous. He sneaks away from Grakkus’ side and contacts his unknown accomplice via Apple Watch. “This is Agent 5241,” says the Gamemaster. “If you want the Jedi alive, you’d better hurry.”

“Copy that, Agent. We are en route now. Stand by for further orders.”

TIE fighters are on their way to scoop up young Luke while he cries about trying to find the Force and not get hella disemboweled. “Just close my eyes and use the…” While he has his eyes closed, Luke gets thrown across the arena! lmao

“Okay, so… closing my eyes… doesn’t always work,” he mumbles on the ground, lightsaber fizzing and popping like it’s slightly damaged. Kongo roars rather loudly. The crowd is going wild! Kongo approaches, ready for a hearty disemboweling!

Chewie is getting his ass tore up too, so Luke’s not the only one in such a boat. Oh, he’s fighting back, but he’s kind of being an injured wuss about it. “WHERE IS HAN SOLO?!” the bounty hunter snarls… then he gets shot in the back with one of them phaser gun dealies. “Right here, ugly,” says the unknown assailant! (It’s Han Solo.)

“Now take your damn hands off my friend.”

Final Thoughts

HAN SOLO GONNA GET HIS GROOVE BACK, BABY. The last hanging thread is Luke, and I sure hope he is able to stay alive and get away from the *snoooooorre*

Buffy the Vampire Slayer – Season 1, Episode 2 – “The Harvest”

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

A mysterious stranger named Angel tells Buffy that if she does not stop the Harvest, the Hellmouth will open and the Master will roam free.

THE MASTER WILL ROAM FREE! Which Master? The Chessmaster? Oof, ain’t nobody letting that guy run around willy-nilly. Let’s stop the dang ol’ Harvest.

We last left Buffy about to get bitten by Josh Hartnett the vampire, but the cross she wears on her necklace burns the ever-loving Jesus out of his hand. She gets away, and then saves Willow from a vampire. Then she saves Xander from a vampire. And then they realize Jesse is dead, and they care for exactly 17 seconds! Cue opening credits.

“and Tom Felton as George Costanza”

We begin with Giles in the library being boring, as is the case in these early installments. And the middle installments. And the later installments. He speaks of Earth and that it’s old, older than anyone knows. Older than Keith Richards, and that’s pretty old. Demons walked the Earth for decades! Millennia! Eons! And, guess what? Vampires = Demons.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 1, Episode 2 - The Harvest

Who is this mysterious camera crew reflected in my spectacles??

Xander struts around in one of his best Hawaiian shirts and gets incredulous about having a discussion about vampires, even though Willow is like “we saw vampires, numbnuts”.

“The last demon who left this reality fed off a human, mixed their blood. He was a human form possessed, infected by the demon’s soul.” Giles, ever the know-it-all. This is the origin of the Vampire! Let’s get some lunch.

Down in the hole, the Master gets an offering of medium-rare Jesse. Darla had already gotten a taste of the kid, which pisses the Master off. He obviously doesn’t want any sloppy seconds, so he threatens Darla and I think she kind of gets off on it. Let’s get back to these fun, fun individuals later. Right now, Xander learns about how the Chosen One (Buffy) gets to beat up (Slay) the bad guys (Vampires). The next task is to find Jesse for some reason. I, personally, would leave him for dead, but this is the plot point of “The Harvest” so I suppose we’ll need to roll with it.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 1, Episode 2 - The Harvest

You’re trying to tell me that this ugly piece of shit isn’t worth your time, sir?

Buffy suggests running around the sewers Batman-style until they find the Lair of the Beast! It’s probably not the best idea, but Willow raises her hand and claims that there might be a better plan than getting covered in other people’s shit.

Meanwhile, the evil vampires speak about how Jesse might be a friend of the Slayer, so they’ll use him to lure her to the lair. Then they can kill her and proceed with the Harvest! These guys are smarter with the ideas. I’m rooting for the vampires on this one.

After Buffy realizes from memory that the entrance to the lair is in the graveyard, they decide to get their affairs in order and start planning on maybe thinking about considering going over there and Slaying some vampire rumpus. “If Jesse’s alive, I’ll bring him back,” Buffy says with the overconfidence of someone about to have egg all over her face! Xander and Willow will hang back and do some super sleuthing on their Packard Bell Pentium 2 computers with Encarta ’95.

Buffy ambles around the mausoleum of the graveyard, in broad daylight mind you, poking around for scary guys with pointy tooths. She comes a across a door sealed with a chain and a padlock.

“I suppose you don’t have a key on you?” she asks the creature approaching from behind.
“They really don’t like me dropping in.”

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 1, Episode 2 - The Harvest

Angel looks so worried about Buffy that he pooped his soulful vampire pants.

It’s Angel the Pretty Boy. They flirt for about two minutes, then he warns her not to go down to the lair. It’s the Harvest, don’t you know? Lots of gourds and vine-ripe tomatoes. Buffy says “ok” and kicks down the door. After another couple of minutes of flirting, she accidentally calls him out on having absolutely no friends, and he gives her directions through the tunnels. “And good luck,” he whispers to himself dramatically after she leaves him standing there alone with his dick in his hand.

The tunnels are full of rats and camera crews. She slinks around the labyrinth and suddenly gets spooked by Xander! He’s there to help out his only friend Jesse, who is going to be dead in about four minutes. Buffy begrudgingly accepts his companionship, which he starts bungling immediately.

In the library, Giles thumbs through a Dungeons & Dragons Monster Manual and discovers more information about the Harvest. Cordelia and Harmony throw shade about Buffy in the computer lab while Willow looks up information on earthquakes. After hearing enough about how much of a psychopath Buffy is, Willow defends Buffy’s honor. This leads to sneers and jeers from the cool kids, who are psychopaths themselves so it’s a wash.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 1, Episode 2 - The Harvest

Hey, man, you guys talkin’ about The Big Lebowski?

Down in the tunnels, Buffy and Xander bump into Jesse (literally) and discover him shackled to the floor by his leg. Buffy makes short work of the shackle and they start squirrelling Jesse away and out of there. They walk about three feet before getting flanked by terrifying, smiley demons. Once they get cornered, Jesse (spoiler alert) turns into a (spoiler alert) vampire and says he’s going to (spoiler alert) nuzzle their cozy necks! “I feel good, Xander! I feel strong! I’m connected, man, to everything! I can hear the worms in the earth!” These are all points Jesse is using to sell his vampirism, which I’m not buying for even a minute. MAYBE 45 seconds. Anyway, they run away from Jesse because he’s not cool anymore. And he never was.

After some very tense and suspenseful flailing, Buffy and Xander escape through a manhole cover and out into the open air with the sunny sky.

The Master is not happy with this unforeseen circumstance. “It does not matter to me. She will not stop the Harvest,” the Master says, grapes a-sour. But he’s going to kill the responsible parties, and he does, and it was good.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 1, Episode 2 - The Harvest

Someone find me my toupee.

Willow reports to Giles that a giant earthquake of 1937 led to a sudden spree of murders, implying that this is the event that opened up the Hellmouth in the first place. Giles gives her a pat on the ol’ ass for a job well done.

We see more creepy vampire rituals in the lair. Sucking and fucking, mostly. “My blood is your blood. My soul is your soul. Your body is my instrument. On this most hallowed night, we are as one.” I suppose this is all Harvest-related chicanery, meant to serve the Harvest gods for the Harvest bounty after the Harvest is finalized.

Buffy and Xander come back to the library to report Jesse’s vampirization. “I’m sorry,” says Willow sheepishly. Don’t worry, though! Giles has good news: “It’s the end of the world,” he says. Earthquakes and Hellmouths and grapes with seeds in them. The Harvest happens once in a century. The Master can draw power from one of his minions (the vessel), and crack open the Hellmouth further to RELEASE THE DAMNED! Let’s stop this before it’s too late and there are seven more seasons of vampires running around rampant like diseased little shrews.

Buffy gets ready to save the world, but then Joyce tells her she’s grounded for cutting class. I hate when that happens. Not one to listen to Joyce’s shitty parenting tactics, Buffy opens up her chest of vampire-eradication supplies and sneaks out of her bedroom window.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 1, Episode 2 - The Harvest

Is that a jar of communion wafers? Nice.

Don’t look now, but Cordelia and her posse are hanging out at the Bronze while Jesse watches in the shadows with a lusty glare in his eye. He swoons Cordelia by being dark and mysterious and telling her to shut up, which, by experience, turns me into putty too. Shortly after this, the troupe of lair vampires busts into the Bronze with the vampire faces and shuts down the lights. “This is a glorious night!” the Josh Hartnett vampire declares to the crowd. “Unfortunately, it will be the last one you ever see.”

People are scared, yada yada yada. Vampires start feeding on the clientele, one by one, which increases the Master’s endurance and, you know, stamina. The Scooby gang shows up outside of the Bronze and plans on storming the establishment to kill some bad guys. Buffy does a lot of sneaking around for the sixth time in two episodes. The Master’s strength continues to grow as Josh Hartnett eats some necks. He’s just about to suck the shit out of Cordelia when Buffy leaps down from the rafters.

Fight time. Choreography and dancing and merriment. Xander helps evacuate the building. Buffy wins the fight handily after a tense moment of looking like she won’t win the fight handily. Xander attempts to talk some sense into Vampire Jesse, but this culminates into some much-needed staking. Willow throws holy water in Darla’s face, turning it ugly! Ha!

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 1, Episode 2 - The Harvest

Don’t make me do it, man. I’m sportin’ wood here.

Anyway, the Master is like “NOOOOOO!” after he’s thoroughly thwarted. Status quo is attained. The Master is still around, I guess. We haven’t seen the last of him!

*trumpet fart noises*

Next Time on Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Season 1, Episode 3 — “The Witch”
Willow learns enough about the Salem Witch Trials to draw ire from Principal Flutie, who dies by the end of the season.

The Great Hunt (Book 2) – Chapter 34: “The Wheel Weaves”

The Wheel of Time - Book 2 - The Great Hunt

At the end of the night, Thom “Thom Merrilin” Merrilin works his way back to his inn all huffy and puffy about the evening he just had to endure at Barthanes’ house. To add insult to injury, he returns to his room to discover that Dena’s throat had been slit. Too bad, too. She was very attractive and spunky. Would’ve made a great character. Would’ve replaced Rand nicely.

Two men lie waiting in the room, and after a brief throwing of knives, Thom destroys the both of them to death! Before he kills the second one, the hapless bitch tells Thom that Barthanes sent them to get more information about Rand. Thom was all “fuck you” about it, obviously.

Zera the innkeeper comes in shocked and asks Thom why he’s getting involved in Daes Dae’mar all over again. Thom denies that he is, but Zera doesn’t believe him. She tells him that Barthanes was found dead just now, “torn apart and his head on a spike”. Thom needs to leave Cairhien forthwith!

Zera recognizes one of the men as King Galldrian’s, which sends Thom into a tizzy. Gonna kill that king forthwith! Zera tells Thom that he’s a silly goose. Recognizing his silly goose ways, Thom leaves the inn forthwith.

What’s Padan Fain up to these days? (Who cares?) He’s entering Falme in Toman Head with the chest containing the Horn and the dagger. The High Lord Turak (the guy whom Domon gave the cuendillar) accepts Fain’s arrival. Fain promises that the contents of the chest will allow Turak to conquer the world. Fain intended to have the upper hand by opening the chest for Turak, but Turak takes it upon himself to open the chest. This angers Fain, but he keeps quiet. Turak pulls out the Horn and is confused. Fain tells him it’s the Horn of Valere, something Turak isn’t aware of whatsoever. Fain maintains his “patience”, anxious to accept the dagger as a gift for bringing the Horn. Turak isn’t too impressed yet. Finally, Fain’s patience runs dry and he makes a grab for the dagger; he gets restrained by one of Turak’s bouncers. Fain gets angry again, all like “THE DAGGER IS MINE, RAAWWWWRRR!” like a stupid-ass doofus.

Turak becomes more interested when Fain fabricates a story about how the Horn has been passed down his family for generations. Artur Hawkwind’s descendants are returning the land, and the Horn must be sounded forthwith! Turak has no interest in puckering up his fat lips and blowing through the Horn himself; he will bring it to the Empress forthwith! Fain thinks Turak should blow the fucking Horn, but Turak says that doing so will show disloyalty to the Empress. Fine. Whatever. Don’t blow the Horn. See if I care.

Turak intends to keep Fain with him. Fain insists that Darkfriends are following him to retrieve the Horn. Turak thinks that’s malarkey! Fain is to stay, and stay he does. Fuck him.

Catwoman (Vol. 4), Issue #2 – “I could say that I’ll sleep better, but that’s a lie.”

* Part 2 of 6 of the Game storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Catwoman (Vol. 4), Issue #2 – “I could say that I’ll sleep better, but that’s a lie.”! And my guess is that every title is the issue’s last line. How delightful. In the previous installment, Catwoman’s apartment gets firebombed by people she doesn’t know, she beats up a whole room full of Russian mobsters and their prostitutes, then proceeds to rape Batman until he gives in willingly.

I’m serious about all of that. Let’s move on.


Catwoman (Vol. 4), Issue #2 [December, 2011]
Written by: Judd Winick
“I could say that I’ll sleep better, but that’s a lie.”

Catwoman (Vol. 4), Issue #2

Catwoman describes the really rough, Earth-shattering, bone-breaking sex that she and Batman are having. She likens it to a bar fight, just a lot of swearing and misplaced anger and bruising.

Batman has the grossest muscles I’ve ever seen. Look better. His pants are down to his knees, but Catwoman’s legs block his crotch so that the kids who bought this comic book don’t get slapped by their parents.

Batman asks if she’s ok on account of the firebombed apartment, but Catwoman deflects the question. “I’m serious,” he says. “You’re always serious,” she says. And you know what I say? WHY SO SERIOUS?! Doot doot doot-doot dooooooo!

“Why do you care so much about helping me?” she asks, getting her clothes back on.

“I don’t want to see you get hurt or have anyone else get caught in your crossfire.” This Batman guy, always looking out for those caught in Catwoman’s crossfire. It must happen quite a bit. She’s as reckless as the dickens.

Once Catwoman squeezes into her really uncomfortable leather suit, she’s off without even a goodbye! Her cats follow. She says that she and Batman like each other, and it’s sickening. That’s me saying that. It is sickening.

Anyway, down to business! I forgot to mention that Selina overheard the Russians talking about a painting that was stolen from them, so she’s looking to recover it for a handsome sum. So she immediately steals it from He Who Stole it and leaves a note behind:

“UGLY PICTURE. BUT I HEAR YOU LIKE IT AND MAY WANT IT BACK. I’LL BE IN TOUCH.”

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You can’t be a cat woman and a horse girl! That’s nonsense!

Selina returns to her friend Lola’s apartment where she perches atop the table rudely instead of sitting in a chair.

“This is from when you ran from the Russians?”

“Yes.”

“It’s him?”

“Yes.”

“This Renald… he’s who… who hurt your friend?”

“Yes.”

“And this is the guy whose I you took out last night?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re not walking away from this?”

“Nope.”

Lola reminds Selina that she can’t let her emotions get in the way of business, but this seems to be what Selina Kyle does. Don’t try and stop her, she’ll just claw out your spleen. Lola frowns while Selina readies herself for another evening of revenge and hissing and meowing.

Selina has informed the Russian Egorovs clan that she has their painting. After threats and whining, they agreed to settle on a price for the painting back. Then she informed the Russian Ivgene clan that she has the painting and is willing to give it to them for a large amount of money. “I insisted that Renald be there for the drop. They wanted to know why.”

Are these even real names? Egorovs? Ivgene? Renald? Come on, now.

They all meet up at the Wayne Foundation Children’s Trust banquet. “Bruce Wayne may be many things besides gorgeous and rich. But I’m not sure anybody cares about what those other things are. I know I don’t.” Ha, that’s actually funny! He could be kind and funny and smart, but nobody gives a shit. Run that beautiful well dry, I always say.

Catwoman (Vol. 4), Issue #2

He’s on his way to Blackout Town to check himself into Puke Hotel. And then hang himself while jerking it.

Bruce Wayne catches a whiff of Selina Kyle there, barely incognito. She’s wearing a blonde wig and that’s about it. Alfred asks Bruce what she’s doing here. Bruce has no clue. Probably because he’s gorgeous and rich and not much else, especially in the brains department. Booyah.

Alfred looks old enough to keel over and die while barfing up blood and his catheter bag up through his penis. He’s all craggy and wrinkled-faced and he looks like he smells pretty bad. Alfred suggests that Bruce lay low, but Bruce immediately does not lay low and approaches Selina. “A million and a half women in Gotham and this is who catches his eye,” Alfred sighs. “Delightful.”

Bruce’s nose is red and he says stuff like “hrrmpp duremmophph” to Selina. “I thought I knew every twenty-two-year-old who could afford a thousand-dollar-a-plate benefit,” he says, smiling and leaning in a little too close. Selina comments to herself that he reeks of scotch.

Catwoman (Vol. 4), Issue #2

I’mnotslurringmyspeech. YOU are. YOU are youlittlebitch.

One of the Russian clan members places a very conspicuous and large briefcase into a very conspicuously placed potted plant.

One of the other Russian clan members places a large duffle bag into a vase next to the elevator in front of, I assume, 900 people.

Bruce is trying to get Selina and her friends to join him at one of his clubs, probably to try to have sex with all of them at once. “Look… kidding aside… please leave with me right now,” he says, leering at her like a repeat sex offender. He gives her a look that turns her pussy into a waterfall…

…but she resists and slinks away. Bruce Wayne sobers up for a second and glares at Alfred. The girl was texting. TEXTING. Girls and their fucking texting. Good thing Alfred used his special T-Mobile administrative account to intercept the texts. A payment drop. Two of them, right here at this very party! The nerve! What the fudge, lady?

Here’s some slick business: Catwoman has convinced both clans to meet up in the same room to collect the painting, unbeknownst to both of them. Then they’re all like “GET THE PAINTING” and “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” and “VODKA. DA. BORIS YELSTIN. TCHAIKOVSKY.” and they bring out their guns and threaten to shoot ‘em all up and whatnot. Chaos and pandemonium. And yelling a lot in Russian.

Bruce enters the room and recognizes members of both mobs. Before he even has a chance to see what’s going on, Catwoman drops from the ceiling and wraps her legs around Bruce’s neck. “Hang on, baby…” Then she bends down and kisses him. “…it’s about to get loud in here.”

Catwoman throws a firecracker and the guns start going off.

“I’d like to think that the last thing Renald sees – out of the eye that I left him – is me.”

Renald’s one eye bugs out at Catwoman, then he gets a chest fulla bullets. “But he’s a bit busy trying not to die. I’ll take what I can get.”

Bruce ducks and covers while Catwoman cavorts around the room, deftly avoiding the bullets. Bruce looks determined to chase her down, but she’s like “ha ha lol can’t catch me!” Playing hard to get. Or, honestly, easy to get.

Catwoman (Vol. 4), Issue #2

Disgusting, that’s how Ben Franklin got syphilis.

Catwoman has left the building! She grasps a briefcase in one hand, a swinging rope in the other. Duffle bag around her neck. She revels in the glory of victory!

“I could say that I’ll sleep better. But that’s a lie.” (THE NAME OF THE ISSUE, DING DING DING, THANKS FOR PLAYING ALONG.)

She returns to Lola’s apartment to find her tied to a chair, covered in blood, bullet hole in the forehead, extremely fucking dead.

Tears start streaming down Selina’s cheeks. Suddenly, one of those skull-masked guys who firebombed Selina’s apartment coldcocks her right in the face, grabs her mask, and throws her right against a wall. Then there’s punching and kicking and bleeding. Selina looks feral like a… you know. A feral cat.

Some weird-looking rock-faced guy introduces himself to her. “I’m Louis Ferryman. Some call me BONE. You must the be the irritating woman who dresses up like a cat and has been stealing from me.”

Selina is covered in a gross mixture of tears and blood and sweat and mucus and pee and cum. “That’s me,” she burbles.

Final Thoughts

Mr. Bone is going to be the Bad Guy We All Love to Hate!

I think it’s beyond stupid that Selina Kyle can fuck Batman all day and then not recognize him whatsoever as Bruce Wayne. Meanwhile, all she does is wear a wig and he knows right away? Foolish. I bite my thumb at that, good sir.

I don’t see YET what’s too terrible about this Catwoman series. It’s certainly better so far than Red Hood and the Outlaws, which was also mostly about fucking, actually. Hmm.

January 4, 2003 – Hampton Coliseum, Hampton, VA

Note: I do not have any download links to any shows. Don’t be a dingus. Refer to the Phish Spreadsheet for that.


January 4, 2003 – Hampton Coliseum, Hampton, VA

Set One

Llama — 4:50
Welcome to Day 4 of the New Year’s 2002 inverted run! We begin with an exciting, fast version of “Llama” and it’s, like, are you kidding? I never looked up these lyrics! “Llama doo wah it is it is, llama to boot to boot”? Am I even close.

I like it when Page turns on the organ synths. He really shines here. They all do. One hell of a show opener, honestly. High energy, no major fuck-ups. Here’s hoping the rest of the show follows suit!

Boogie on Reggae Woman — 7:05
THE STEVIE WONDER STAPLE. “Boogie on Reggae Woman” turns up the funk to nine and then adds another two, boyeeee. Enjoy it while it lasts, because we’re about to get sleepier in about seven minutes and five seconds.

Roggae — 9:32
Funny thing, I used to get “Boogie on Reggae Woman” mixed up with “Roggae” and I really wish they would just mash them up and make a “Boogie on Roggae Woman” and no one would enjoy it but me.

I think “Roggae” is a slow song, but it starts getting kind of heavy at 2:45 so I can’t complain too hard. It always sounds like a hazy fever dream to me, though, and maybe I don’t like experiencing hazy fever dreams! “Roggae” can take a hike!

Maze — 12:20
Now we’re talkin’! I love me a good “Maze”, all twisty and turny like a real maze. The beginning is just slightly off, but Trey brings the vocal vim and vigor! Then he really nails it during the jam. He revs and drills. Fire! As the kids say.

Page has a cool solo at around 3:30 that sounds like acoustic string plucking at first, then launches into synthesized organ goodness. Gets kind of weird too, and Mike tries desperately to keep up with his thumping bass. It’s like if sex were bottled up and frozen into molasses and then poured into your ears, clogging them up and causing a hospital visit.

Anything but Me — 6:05
There’s a reason why most of the songs off of Round Room don’t get much play, and “Anything but Me” is yet another good example. Such a fucking momentum killer, this one. Slow and sleepy surf ballad, they might as well bring in a ukulele and pluck everyone a nice, little lullaby. This one has only been played 12 times, last one in 2011. Don’t expect a bust out anytime soon.

Ya Mar — 9:53
Oh look, everyone’s favorite vaguely bluegrass-adjacent Mike Gordon vehicle where he sings like shit and everyone has to deal with it. Trey’s solo is a little stilted, but the vibes are there. They might as well bring in a ukulele and pluck everyone a nice, little lullaby. But they already did that!

Saw It Again — 6:42
I don’t really know much about “Saw It Again”, but I need to bust out my “S” volume of my encyclopedia and look up more about this song because it’s aces, sir. It kind of reminds of the crunchy, slightly angry “Carini” in its moody progression. Trey actually sounds like a guitar player! Fish crashes those cymbals like nobody’s business! Page free-jazzes those keys! Mike… well, Mike plays the bass. We know this about Mike.

The “Saw It Again” refrain throughout is cool as shit. Imagine thinking that Phish is just some granola hippie-ass band like Grateful Dead, and then you see them play “Saw It Again”. Your dick will melt right into your socks. Or your vagina might melt. Let’s not be sexist.

Bouncing Around the Room — 3:51
The antithesis of “Saw It Again” is this fancy free little number that proves Phish is, at its core, hopelessly lame. What’s even more lame is my enjoyment of “Bouncing Around the Room”, since the melody is brilliant and the guitar licks are so absolutely fucking happy. How can you hate it?

Imagine thinking that Phish is just some granola hippie-ass band like Grateful Dead, and then you see them play “Bouncing Around the Room”. Then you realize that they’re just a bunch of virgins.

Split Open and Melt — 12:42
“Split Open and Melt” is probably my favorite long-form Phish jam vehicle. The solos are always so furious and tense and urgent, although this one takes a bit of time to get going. Trey’s keeping it weird, and everything gets a bit Type II-ey by about 8:15. Most of it at this point is drone-based until they kick back into a proper Type I jam at 10:30 and then return to the melody proper about a minute later.

A solid “Melt”! A good way to end Set One, which was decent enough overall. Here’s hoping we get some tasty jams in Set Two, friends! FRIENDS! You’re my friends, and I mean it.

Set Two

Rock and Roll — 12:00
The Velvet Underground! I know them. Lou Reed! He’s dead now, of course, but his legacy lives on in some shitty Phish cover. It’s amazing to me that the first time this was ever played was during the Loaded “musical costume” of Halloween, 1998. It’s become such a staple, being played pretty much four or five times (on average) every year since its debut.

The cool thing about “Rock and Roll” is that the jam is always some straightly-played bluesy stuff. I can get behind that. I like classic rock! Except for Crosby, Stills, and Nash. That stuff is for dorks.

Mike’s Song — 10:59
Hey, did you know that Mike gets his own song? He sings, too! Granted, he couldn’t sing his way out of a paper vagina, but God bless him for trying.

They settle into a nice groove around 3:15 and maintain it throughout the rest of the song. Mike’s song. This ain’t anyone else’s song. They should really just have Mike play it alone one day, just plucking the bass all by himself. Friendless.

Mountains in the Mist — 7:36
Usually “I Am Hydrogen” is the cream in the middle of the “Mike’s Song”/”Weekapaug Groove” sandwich, especially in these earlier days, but they opt for “Mountains in the Mist” this time. A tune so Beatles-esque that you’d think it was a Beatles song, but no. This is a Trey Anastasio original, and don’t you forget it… until next time they play it, then I’ll forget again.

Speaking of THIS song, what a boring jam! I’m falling asleep here, mostly because I’m listening to Phish in my living room at 2am on a Saturday instead of going to the club and ogling all the ladies. Which I would never do, I swear. I hate leaving the house.

Weekapaug Groove — 11:17
Yeah buddy, “Groove” is the shit. And what a groove this one is! Lead mostly by Fish’s shuffle. But, man, the funk is strong with this one. It makes me want to get up and dance at the club while I ogle the ladies which I would never do, I swear.

What’s the Use? — 7:00
“What’s the Use?” is right. This is basically an ambient coda to “Weekapaug Groove”. In fact, it happened so seamlessly that I didn’t even notice that it slipped into a new song until 3:30 in.

Hard pass.

Down with Disease — 10:29
I’ll probably say this every single time, but any given performance of “Down with Disease” is made or broken by that bridge between the vocal section and the jam section. The quick guitar riff that hits the high note? It’s the most important eight measures of any Phish show containing this song!

Luckily for Trey, the bridge is not too sloppy and he hits the high note! This is a very fast-paced version, which is most of why this is over and out in 10 minutes.

Fast Enough for You — 8:17
Sappy sentimentality ain’t my thing, and if it’s your thing then you can get the fuck off my blog. While Phish’s song catalogue is loaded with sappiness, none are so much as sappy as “Fast Enough for You” which is about Trey’s premature ejaculations! Ha! But seriously folks, I’m–

Look, eight minutes of this shit is too much to take near the end of Set Two. This is some early Set One shit. Another misstep by the band; docking them 40 points. Now they’re down to -40 points.

2001 — 10:32
Here’s another song that can be made or broken by the main melody. Every time Trey plays those notes, he needs to play them perfectly. I’m guessing it was never a problem before Phish 2.0, but today’s version gets a little iffy and out of tune. Coupled with the fact that the performance feels stilted and dry, I’m not pumped! Is this how we’re going to go out? With a whimper instead of a bang?!

Trey takes a moment to thank the audience and uses the word “blessed”. The band is now down to -500 points and there’s no recovering from this deficit unless something ASTONISHINGLY SPECIAL happens in the encore.

Encore

Friday — 9:43
Well, fuck, there goes that hope. What an absolute loser of a song. Only played 13 times; 12 during Phish 2.0, and then busted out in 10/25/2016 for some ungodly reason during one of the worst rated Phish shows ever.

Fuck Friday.