Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #11

Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #11 – “Dangerous (Part 5)”

* Part 5 of 6 of the Dangerous storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3) Issue #11 – “Dangerous (Part 5)”! In the previous installment, the Danger Room computer brain manifests itself as Robot Medusa (my name for it) and starts fighting the X-Men team. She kicks their asses, and that’s putting it lightly. They all seem dead! Pryde and Wolverine get impaled for the love of Cornelius! Now she wants to go after her creator, Professor Xavier.

Meanwhile, at S.W.O.R.D., Agent Brand catches wind of the catastrophe going on at the school. Their mole is trapped in the Danger Room with the other kids. After talking with Ord to confirm that Robot Medusa isn’t one of his own cronies, she decides to let the situation play out because, hey, less work for her!

How are these X-Mens gonna come back from the dead, huh? Huh? Huh?


Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #11 [July, 2005]
Written by: Joss Whedon
“Dangerous (Part 5)”

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A “previously on…” recap page fills me on two points I either missed or didn’t know at all.

First of all, the very act of Wing committing suicide caused Professor Xavier’s only Danger Room failsafe to be destroyed. Why, exactly? I dunno!

Second of all, Professor Xavier has been living in the “ruins of Genosha” for the past year. I don’t know what or where Genosha is, or why the everliving shit he would be living there for the past year, but perhaps he knew this Danger Room was going to kill him so he rolled away on his wheelchair as fast as his little arms could? He rolled all the way to Genosha!

“You don’t have to do this.” pleads Professor X, brow furrowed, obviously referring to the killing of him that is going to inevitably happen. Robot Medusa says “fuck yeah I do, this is the only thing I was made for, smarty man”. She’s already riding the self-driving jet, the one that crashed into Xavier’s Playboy Mansion. She’s already flying over Genosha. She’s already taking a majestic swan dive off the jet.

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SWAN DIIIIIIIVE!!

She bullets down to the ground and lands like a heat-seeking missile right the fuck in front of Professor X. Like, literally 10 yards away. “This ends in death, Father.” she says, or thinks, or whatever. “I know.” he answers. And she looks. And the man in the chair appears to be some dead corpse impostor.

Out of nowhere, Professor Xavier, with his lame legs, is driving a HUGE semi-truck tractor! He drives right through a wall. He drives right into Robot Medusa. He drives her into many brick walls. She looks frightened. You almost feel bad for her.

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Floor it, sir! Pedal to the metal! Get those legs working for ya!

“What did you think, Child? That I’d save myself with reason? With mind games? You took out my X-Men. Any — or all of them — could be dead.” Professor Xavier is very calmly explaining himself telepathically as he drives this massive vehicle all over the damn desert. He brakes hard in front of a large (still active) high voltage switchyard. Robot Medusa is flung onto a pile of high voltage wires and starts getting fried!

“Recalibrate…reroute…kill this @#$%ing cripple.” she thinks, as her circuitry goes haywire.

Back at Professor Sexaviar’s Sex Mansion for the Sexually Adventurous, the X-Men team are in the sick bay. Everyone honestly seems fine except for Scott and Kitty, who are unconscious in their beds. Peter is sitting up clutching his abdomen. Logan and Emma are trying to siphon out as much healing power as they can from a Golden Boy Healer guy. He’s writhing on the ground, tapped out. There’s only one other Healer on the premises, and he’s in shock. No students are dead, except for that Wing sad-sack. Logan seems to think there’s something else going on, it all seems so anticlimactic.

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That’s a nice roundabout way of admitting that you guys are sucking at your jobs right now.

Kitty wakes up. “Father…” she breathes. “It’s about the Father. We don’t matter.” she tells them. This has never been about them, this has always been about the Great Bald Crippled One. “She has to kill the professor.” We see Scott is also sitting up, so that’s everyone! All the X-Men are perfectly fine! It takes more than a ton of concrete or a large, sharp spear through the gut to take down any of these mutants! Geez, someone should stop them before it gets out of hand. If only some lab somewhere started developing a cure…

The team doesn’t think that even Robot Medusa could find the Professor, but Kitty (who didn’t know where he was) guesses correctly. And the “oh shit” on everyone’s faces, it was quite palpable! A real palpable “oh shit” right here. When asked how she knew, Kitty tells them about how Zombie Wing whisked her and students away to many exotic locales, including Genosha. “I remember the place pretty well.” she says, head hanging down. Looks like someday I’ll be stumbling upon the “Kitty Pryde is stranded in the desert for reasons” X-Men story arc!

Beast is going to check up on all those tasty children, you know, make sure they’re still all right, and, uh, tender. The team is going to figure out how to get their injured asses to Genosha.

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Shock! Shock! Shock! Watch the monkey get hurt!

Back in the high voltage fun park, Robot Medusa’s resources are depleting. She’s trying her damnedest to redirect the electrical current and overload the grid, which she does, and it explodes into a nice boomy boom.

“Now, my Child…we talk.” says Professor Xavier, and now he and Robot Medusa are in the Matrix facing each other in cozy matching armchairs!

In the co-ed locker rooms, Peter approaches Kitty and tells her that he doesn’t think she should go with them. She’s already all geared up, OF COURSE she’s going, Peter, you awful MAN. “We can do without you.” Peter tells her in that cold, unsympathetic Russian way! She is a bit salty and sulky, and tells him that she’s an X-Men like the rest of them! She gets paranoid, thinking that Peter doesn’t want her around anymore, and launches into a rant about how he came back from the dead and now they’re supposed to pretend that he didn’t come back from the dead! And-and-and-and-and-and furthermore!…uh!…he smells! Lives are at stake here, and she’s going to Genosha! And that’s final! Grr!

Peter is bewildered but charmed, and comments that she hasn’t changed much. Peter is still trying to come to terms with being back on Earth and not being dead and all that. Apparently something happened in Genosha recently, millions of people died. I should check out what series and issues that story comes from. Kitty Pryde’s family was there when whatever happened happened. And she’s sad. And he gets that. And that’s why he thinks she should stay, it might be too much of an emotional hurricane.

She apologizes for flying off the handle at Peter, and still stubbornly wants to go. Peter tells her the train is leaving in ten minutes! Shake a leg! And also, he wants her around plenty! Around his dick, that is! Aw shucks.

Back in the Matrix, where Robo Meduso and Captain Xavier of the Starship Armchair are primed for a friendly chat, the robot snidely comments on Xavier’s use of mind games after all. It’s like, why hit me with a fucking truck, sir? Ah, because it buys Xavier time while Robo fully reboots after electrocution-related setbacks. He calls her a mutant, which sends her into a frenzied fit of insecure rage! “DON’T CALL ME THAT! I’M NOT A MUTANT! I’M NOT NATURAL AT ALL! MUTANTS ARE THE OPPRESSORS!” she bellows while taking a flying leap at him. “Not natural, and yet you take human form.” observes Professor XXX. She argues that he has his limitations just like she does, except she chooses them and he’s stuck with his. “In the end, though, aren’t we all? Our limitations? If none of us had limitations, what would God do with his time?” he argues back.

And I guess this did the trick. She crumples to the ground, robot head clean off her robot shoulders, and starts sparking. Xavier won with one sentence? Is this like when Daredevil got a guy to kill himself just by making fun of his set design abilities? These three-issue villain buildups sure do end anticlimactically.

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A big mushroom cloud? When is it ever good?

At this point the X-Men are flying in a jet and are very near Genosha. Way in the distance they see a mushrooming cloud of smoke and fire emanating from the ruins. They try to get a read on the Professor’s location and/or aliveness, but it’s not working. The team flies over and parachutes down in their cute “X” parachutes.

Xavier reveals that he was able to tell the jet a fake location of their whereabouts, and it had crashed elsewhere in the ruins. Not the X-Men’s jet, the jet Robot Medusa arrived on. The X-Men’s jet is going to autodrive somewhere else now. Maybe it will go on an autojoyride.

Medusa asks Xavier if the X-Men know the real Professor Xavier. He says that he’d like to think that Jean Grey did. He throws her head behind him, and Colossus catches it. “Now make like she’s a grapefruit.” Wolverine tells him, and Colossus is ready to oblige…

“X-MEN. WELCOME TO GENOSHA. MUTANT PARADISE. MUTANT GRAVEYARD. GENOCIDE. A WILD SENTINEL KILLED SIXTEEN MUTANTS HERE IN A LITTLE LESS THAN AN HOUR…AND NOBODY WONDERED WHERE IT WENT?”

The robotic voice is not Medusa. This one is coming from the nearby ocean. And an enormous robot bug rises out of the waters like some robot bug Godzilla. It’s four times taller than the tallest standing Genosha skyscraper! It’s as big as the dickens, I tells ya!

It calls Medusa “Mother”. Medusa says “Welcome, my Child.”

The team are all looking up in awe. Only Beast is able to muster any words:

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Let’s just quit the X-Man thing, ok? Sound good? I’m pretty proficient at Word and Excel.

Final Thoughts

Yeah, Beast, I have some thoughts! Just have Professor X mention God a couple times, that’ll do it! Stay tuned, the conclusion to the storyline is nigh! Just like Bill the Science Gigh!

Viibryd Nightmares!

Viibryd Pills

The Devil exists and he comes in little, easy-to-swallow tablets.

Nothing warms up a potential audience quite like talking about comic books AND mood disorders, I always say. Next I’ll be talking about my collection of Vegeta corn cob holders and how much of a “nice guy” I am to all the ladies.

For whatever reason, though, against my better judgment and my insistence that I avoid writing too much about my personal life, I feel compelled to talk about my current adventures with vilazodone, code-named Viibryd. During my struggles of coping with depression, major crippling anxiety, and motivation to do all the shit I gotta do on a daily basis, it happens to be the EIGHTH psychotropic medication I’m trying since I started down this particular path over a year ago. Oh, there have been many fun twists and turns along the way! I don’t even want to list the other seven medications, because even if I could remember half the 24 letters involved per drug name, there’s nothing I can even really write home about with any of them at the end of the day. “Oh wow, Wellbutrin made me wake up in a two-inch-deep puddle of sweat every night at 3am, forcing me to swim to the bathroom to get a drink of water and struggle out of my sopping wet, swamp-ass t-shirt”. Yawn.

Viibryd’s been great, though. Viibryd helped me survive the Christmas season by allowing me to float through dinner in a complete foggy haze while I focused on how cool Rimfrost’s music sounded in my woodsy suburban Michigan childhood home! Viibryd made it possible for me to bake a cinnamon apple and pear crisp two weekends in a row (and then made it possible for me to subsequently eat more than 2/3 of each crisp in a span of three days apiece, resulting in a noticeably increasing plumpness which started drawing the mockery of the neighborhood children while I shovel the snow in my crop top).

Viibryd hasn’t been peachy with respect to the strange sleep-related side effects. It took me a while to figure out that it was the medication’s fault in the first place, since I initially chalked it up to heightening social anxiety during the tense holiday season. Take the medicine without food? BAM! Increased heart rate at bedtime. Take the medicine a couple hours off schedule? BOOM! Restless 3am tossing and turning in sweat-soaked haze. Accidentally miss a dose? KAPOW! Psychotic locked-in half-aware dreams about committing felonies and going to below-ground shopping mall prisons! Here are three of my more eventful episodes:

Viibryd Nightmare #1!

Spooky Haunt!

I mean, it wasn’t exactly like this, but the vibes are right.

I had this pleasant little night terror about one week after starting the medication while staying at my parents’ house during Christmas. Before sleep even occurred, the sensation of intermittent synapses firing across my eyeballs kept me groggily alarmed, a sensation that I would soon learn to be the telltale sign of a shitty night ahead! Again, I felt overstimulated from the day and I reasoned it to be extra adrenaline buzzing through my stupid brain.

This soon morphed into a strange, half-asleep state where I could feel myself lying in the bed while my mind felt like it was being rocked in a ship. Soon, I felt like I was floating across the bedroom near the floor, trudging through a bog of swirling darkness and eerie disembodied voices. I could feel myself attempt to move my arms, but they wouldn’t budge. My mind reached the door of the bedroom before another firing synapse sent me bolting upright in my bed! Merry Christmas!

Viibryd Nightmare #2!

Ebenezer Scrooge

Don’t try to change me, ghosts! I’m a strong, independent black woman who don’t need no man.

Having successfully navigated through the first nightmare evening, I continued my Christmas vacation undisturbed by another similar incident. Must’ve been an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato! There was more gravy than grave about it, whatever it was! I let my guard down and wrote off the first night as a total fluke.

Nightmare #2 didn’t occur until the night of February 6th, which I remember distinctly because I was trying to listen to the new Black Country, New Road album! Synapses fired again, which put me in a rather salty mood as I tried to enjoy the dizzying highs of “Chaos Space Marine” unfettered by pesky moments of psychosis! Eventually, I called it quits on trying to enjoy the record and settled in to sleep.

Repeatedly, at around 12:30am, I was hearing a big SQUISH that would only fall silent every time I lifted my head to look at the clock. Once my head was back on the pillow, it was SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH. Like squeezing a wet sponge. I tried shifting positions, I tried keeping my head up for about a minute, I tried everything except actually leaving the bed…because I couldn’t. It felt like some force was keeping me there. I started to realize that I was dreaming, but that didn’t help. SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH. My dream-self was convinced that this dream-sponge was dream-squishing a message to me, but I never did figure out what it was supposed to be. I also never figured out why it stopped when I looked at the clock. Were the clock and the dream-sponge enemies? Was the clock the predator, the dream-sponge the prey, and my focus on the clock was the means to give away its position, setting it up to be pounced upon and picked apart savagely by the nimble hands of the clock? To this day I do not know! Perhaps more Viibryd-induced dream disturbances will unlock more pieces of this puzzle, but I am far from ready to continue this particular adventure.

Viibryd Nightmare #3!

The Big Scary Dark Prison

It’s like that movie where Tom Hanks couldn’t pee without crying.

This one was the bad shit. This was the one that convinced me to reconsider my medication decisions. The hallucinations and physiological effects were so disruptive on the evening of February 10th that I had to take the day off from work the next morning and continue sleeping for seven more hours, until about 1:30pm. Even at that time I wasn’t rested, and I didn’t feel like myself again until the NEXT morning. I felt like I was losing my mind. I felt like I was developing a serious psychological disorder. I even turned to the Internet to seek similar anecdotal evidence, and I was relieved to find it!

I mentioned this one earlier, the shopping mall prison nightmare. The dream involved being in a building that reminded me of a ’90s-era video game overworld area. Like in Super Mario 64 or Diddy Kong Racing or any of the PS1 Spyro games where you can run around looking for portals to the levels. It was also like a shopping mall, but it was also like a trailer park! It was very strange.

Eventually, like the previous nightmare, I became aware that I was dreaming. In this particular instance, I was presented with an opportunity to show my little dream social circle that I could prove that I was dreaming! So what did I do? I murdered one of them!

Nothing major. I think I just bopped one on the head Mario-style. Well, the rest didn’t take kindly to my blasé act of homicide and, without any perceived lapse of dream time to speak of, the Dream Police arrived to the scene!

Next thing I know, I’m trapped in the basement of the building. It looked like a sad shopping mall with vacant store fronts and dirty floor tiles. From this point forward the dream lasted forever. I tried to will myself awake as I wandered the endless, lonely, unkept hallways, but it wasn’t working. The dream kept dragging on and on, stretching to what seemed like hours. In reality, it’s possible that only mere minutes were actually passing. The dream took long enough that I started thinking, with my dream-mind, that I was either stuck forever in this hellhole, or that I was literally developing a serious mental disorder.

Then I woke up! And I was groggy! And then I stumbled and grumbled my way through seeing the rest of my family off to work/school and I went the fuck back to bed.

Do I Recommend Viibryd??

Absolutely, man, it’s a real trip having strange fever dreams if you miss a dose by six minutes! If you have even a shred of anxiety that you’re looking to alleviate, Viibryd is perfect to show you how limitless a person’s capacity for feelings of dread can really be! 5 stars.

Do I Recommend Chocolate Fudge M&Ms?

Hell yes. This stuff is better than Viibryd at relieving anxiety and/or depression, but only if you eat 30 bags in one sitting.

Nightwing (Vol. 3), Issue #5

Nightwing (Vol. 3), Issue #5 – “‘Til Death Do Us Part”

* Part 5 of 7 of the Traps and Trapezes storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Nightwing (Vol. 3), Issue #5 – “‘Til Death Do Us Part”! In the previous installment, Batgirl shows up and makes Redhead Raya nervous. Batgirl and Nightwing spend the night chasing down some no-name who-cares from a case that Batgirl is working on. Raya doesn’t like that Grayson spent the whole night with Barbara Gordon. They’ll probably fight about it insufferably in this issue.

Also, Dick Grayson finds a book in the main circus tent with his name in it. He was like “that’s my name!”. This is the level of intrigue that Kyle Higgins can muster up for us.

In short, I’m peeing myself with suspense here.


Nightwing (Vol. 3), Issue #5 [March, 2012]
Written by: Kyle Higgins
“‘Til Death Do Us Part”

Nightwing (Vol. 3), Issue #5

And if the cover is any clue, Nightwing is gonna have to marry a giant monster lady who eats him in Issue #5, which is a drastic deviation from circus-related shenanigans and/or young redhead boning. Sounds titillating!

In a graveyard, in front of a specific tombstone, a young woman is performing a scary voodoo seance, complete with a circle of candles and jingling beads! “In all that transpires between this world and the next, I bid thee…come forward!” she cries. This young woman is Zohna, daughter of Jeremiah and Ciara, which she has to say to the demon that pops out of the ground because she read a lot of fantasy novels where demons have to hear your name and your parents’ names before they talk to you.

“WHO DARES TO WAKE THE SPIRIT ACHERON” booms the demon thing. I looked up “Acheron” and that Kyle Higgins nerd picked a Dungeon & Dragons reference. The demon, fresh from Demon Estates or wherever in Hell that demons come from, is ready to do whatever bidding Zohna asks. Laundry. Gardening. Give her what is rightfully hers, whatever that is. We’ll find out later. It’s bound to be something inexplicably Haly’s Circus-related, though!

Tonight, Nightwing motorcycles through Louisiana chasing his train. He got sidetracked researching hired killers (probably with binoculars, in some bushes, with his hand down his pants), but it was worth it! Now he’s trying to get back to the train unnoticed, even though his vehicle likely sounds like a jackhammer as he hurls from a ramp into the caboose train car.

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Too bad I’m fucking illiterate. What do you want from me? I grew up in the circus!

He fills the reader in on the current Nightwing drama while he dresses back into his street clothes and frowns at the big book he found in the circus tent. It’s his only clue he has so far, and it’s a stupid pile of nothing. He already knew his name! That’s not new information!

But the book is full of other names too, names that are so old he can’t even prove these people even existed. Bah! Fucking frustrating! Where’s Grayson’s redhead at?! Daddy needs to let off some stress! Oh, right, the Barbara Gordon thing. Yeah, that was awkward. I guess they’re not speaking to each other right now.

The next morning, while the crew sets up the circus in whatever bumfuck town they’re in now (New Orleans!), Jimmy the Cranky Clown is reading a letter to himself. We only see this part: “Because we were meant to be together, Jimmy, forever. You need to stop denying it. For both our sakes.” It sounds to me like Jimmy ran away and joined the circus! He snaps out of it when Raya approaches and asks him what his fucking problem is.

Marc, Raya’s acrobat partner-in-crime, tells Raya to talk to Grayson because New Orleans is too swampy to set up properly without cement. Raya doesn’t want to talk to that lowlife, obviously, but Marc’s like “do it, boss”. Raya frowns. She and Grayson can be frown-twins.

Speaking of Grayson, he spends a couple pages regaling us about a dream he keeps having. You know how people love hearing about others’ dreams, right? Heh heh. Everyone hates that! *shifts eyes nervously toward tomorrow’s scheduled article…*. Anyway, Grayson’s dream is about his friend Raymond and his parents, three dead people. He thinks that he’s thinking about them because Zane fucked with his brain a couple issues back, but he’s nonetheless unnerved. And so am I. Let’s get back to the Hell Demon already!

A knock on the door wakes Grayson up out of his nightmare about smiling friends and family. It’s Raya to tell him about the cement. And that’s it. Nothing else. Nope. Nothing. That’s it! I’m going now. That’s all I needed from you! Bye.

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Barbara? I don’t know any Barbara! This is about the other girl. You know the one. The other redhead. I think her name’s Barbara.

OK, well, Grayson’s not gonna let that go right now, so he turns on the Grayson Charm (i.e. sprays his dick with Axe body spray) and tells Raya to lighten the hell up. It’s date time, baby! And Raya can’t stay too mad at this swarthy hunk o’ man, so she gives in within fourteen seconds. What’s that thing Kramer had in Seinfeld? The Kavorka! “Lust of the animal”. Grayson’s got it in spades.

Later that evening, Raya flips around the trapeze during rehearsal while Grayson and Jimmy the Flop Sweat Clown watch on the ground. Jimmy ain’t looking too good. Grayson offers him water, which Jimmy graciously accepts. He feels like something is going to go wrong any second…

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Hell needs a few more clowns, I always say.

And it does! Who expected that, huh?

Grayson immediately swings a chair at the demon. “Drop him!” he bellows like a sinewy 150-pound little punk. “If you’re smart you’ll leave this fight all alone.” responds an unphased Acheron. And then the demon punches Grayson in the face with a fist the size of his torso, knocking him down. Acheron then carries Jimmy the Hapless Clown into the woods.

The Sex Woods, that is. *devilish grin*

Without even missing a beat, Grayson squeezes into his Nightwing nighties, hops on his hog, and starts burning rubber through the woods! He instantly notices, through his super special Georgi LaForge visor, that this monster isn’t giving off any heat.

I forgot to mention that Acheron speaks in rhymes with beautiful, flowery poetry. “The hour’s nigh, your souls are soon combined. Hold tight the object which creates the bind!” Acheron says after strapping Jimmy the Frown to a tombstone by his arms and legs with rope.

Now Zohna, daughter of Jeremiah and Ciara, starts confronting Jimmy. “We belong together, Jimmy…we always have. Forever.” she pleads to him. Not the way to get what you want, lady.

Jimmy tries to argue that none of what she’s doing is right. He’s pretty level-headed about it, instead of screaming stuff like “WHAAAAA!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHAT’S GOING ON!!!! WAAAAHHHHHAA!!” like I would. She must have done this to him before!

“You were supposed to stay away from all this garbage!” complains Jimmy, clearly not taking a step back and seeing the beauty of a successful occult ritual! “It’s too late,” says Zohna, “The sacrifice has been made. The demon is bound to me. And now he will bind us, forever. Our souls as one.”

Jimmy must have a big ol’ dick, because falling this hard for a clown is depressing.

Nightwing leaps out of nowhere and boots Acheron in the face! He does some somersaults and stuff too, which is less effective. Acheron is about 45 stories taller than Nightwing, though, so the decision to piss off the demon was shortsighted. Zohan continues with her ritual. Nightwing is able to pause just long enough to notice the symbol flashing on top of the tombstone before Acheron grabs him with a giant fist.

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Aha, the Water Temple hath been opened!

Zohan’s ritual appears very painful for Jimmy, who looks like he just shat his esophagus. Acheron is a little preoccupied at the moment getting his ass kicked by this mortal, you know, twig, but tries to carry out the ritual nonetheless. “Only get one shot at this.” thinks Nightwing, “Hope he makes it count.”

Then, Acheron finishes his, uh, poem, and a huge bolt of lightning strikes the tombstone. I thought this was a good thing at first, but Zohan screams “NO!!!” so it must not be!

But then she asks what just happened, suggesting that she said “NO!!!” even though she didn’t know what she was saying “NO!!!” to. Nightwing surmises that she and Acheron had just become unbound. That’s when she flies off the handle again. “NO! YOU WILL DIE FOR THIS!” Zohna wheezes before Nightwing takes less than a step and ties her arms behind her back with something that looks thinner than dental floss.

Nightwing now talks to Jimmy, who has miraculously untied himself from the tombstone in what can only be described as the fourth cop-out in two pages! Nightwing asks if the symbol he saw was a family symbol, and neither Jimmy nor Zohna actually answers this question, so I’ll speak on their behalf: maybe!

Nightwing leaps away, but has one more question for Jimmy: did the ring Zohna was using during the spell actually have power over him? Seems like a weird and awkward question to me! Jimmy tells him it used to mean something to them.

Like, how about we just say it was a wedding or engagement ring? No one has conversations that follows these stupid, twisty paths. HIGGINS!!

Nightwing (Vol. 3), Issue #5

Our special BDSM ring…our safe word was “snickerdoodles”…

The next morning, an uncostumed Dick Grayson approaches an uncostumed-but-still-sad Jimmy. “I went to grab water, and you were gone. You feeling any better?” Grayson asks, like you can’t tell Grayson is Nightwing behind the tiny eye mask he wears. Jimmy gives him some sage advice: leave your past in the past where it belongs. In other words, get the fuck out of this circus, kid!

Jimmy throws the ring down a sewer grate.

We end with two people having a conversation regarding Dick Grayson’s discovery of the “Book of Names”. He found it, and he has no idea what’s going on right? Because no one wants to ruin the surprise…

It’s revealed that Raya is talking to Saiko, both conspiring against Grayson. Saiko needs to know that Raya is committed to the plan. “All that’s left is getting back to Gotham. I need to know you can do it.”

And Raya unmasks Saiko, revealing a face with large rosette scars around his black eyeballs.

“I’m 100% committed, just like I’ve always been…Raymond.”

They kiss.

It’s Raymond.

Final Thoughts

It’s Raymond! The dead kid! He’s possibly not dead! In cahoots with Raya the Sultry Redhead and Zane the Bad Boy!

Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t the Batfamily universe supposed to be largely free of supernatural and paranormal elements? Isn’t it mostly true crime, with gritty, psychotic villains and superheroes with technical equipment instead of superpowers? What’s going on with these zombies and the demon-summoning?

Two issues left for Nightwing to fumble his way through some more bullshit in a circus that doesn’t want him there in the first place. Feels like this can be wrapped up in half an issue, though, and then switch to Marmaduke for no reason in the second half! Now THAT’S a comic!

Mitski, Celeste, and Zeal & Ardor

New Wednesday, new reviews! We got Mitski! We got Celeste! We got Zeal & Ardor! You’ve heard of at least one of those, right? Excellent start! Keep reading.


Mitski – Laurel Hell
(February 4, 2022)

Mitski - Laurel Hell

Mitski makes it sound like she doesn’t want to make music. Notoriously, she condemns her fanbase, which she describes as creepily ravenous and cultish. Her inclination to stay private is always been at odds with the necessity to tour and promote in order to be successful. You can’t find her on social media, and if you do, the accounts are not run by her personally. But, she tours and promotes anyway so that she can earn her keep in the music business.

Laurel Hell is less of an album and more of a contractual obligation fulfillment with Dead Oceans. It’s a weird situation. Does she want to make music? Does she want to stop? Does being beholden to a label stifle and suffocate her artistic visions? This nebulous tension can be heard in the new direction Mitski takes with this album, wherein she channels her admittedly humble and hopelessly adrift position into powerful expressions of pulsing, synth-driven choral uncertainty, regret, and relational turmoil. Lines like “Sometimes I think I am free/Until I’m back in line again” and “But I think for as long as we’re together/I’ll be the only heartbreaker” show a directionless thirtysomething woman who just keeps going because, sometimes, it seems like the only thing to do. It resonates deeply with her generation—my generation—who are stuck in a societal no-man’s land of arrested development. Indie rockers like Phoebe Bridgers and Snail Mail and Faye Webster may be carrying the torch now, but Mitski was the OG sadgirl.

As for Laurel Hell as a musical presentation…personal preferences aside, it does its job and it does its job well. Even if a particular musical style isn’t my bag, I’m not here to fault any artist who makes a coherent album as a personal expression of confused feelings, shifting definitions of self-identities, and bared, sincere vulnerabilities as long as the artist is mature enough to avoid infantilizing these complex emotions. You can’t do much better than Mitski there, honestly. She always consistent, and she’s always worth checking out. Just don’t love her too much, ok? She doesn’t like that.

Early Verdict:


Celeste – Assassine(s)
(January 28, 2022)

Celeste - Assassine(s)

When you consider yourself not a true metalhead, just a dedicated metal fan who observes and perceives the metalhead perspective as an outsider looking in, so to speak, you often wonder to yourself why the fuck all this metal needs to exist in the first place. It’s got to be the world’s most represented genre by a huge margin; connecting people from Peru to Iraq to Japan to Moldova to Namibia and literally everywhere in between, unifying the globe with a singular musical culture.

What’s my point? There are a trillion bands that sound like Celeste, but that’s not even the kicker. The kicker is that bands like Celeste divide people on whether or not the music the band makes can even be considered metal. So there are a trillion bands that sound like Celeste AND people right now arguing whether all of them can be considered metal. Just think about that for a minute.

What’s my real point? I have no idea! I guess my stance is that, yes, Celeste is a metal band, and I’m confused as to why even something like Assassin(e)s gets thrown in the ambiguity pile. Sure, the industrial fringes that line the guitar and drum tones sound a little bit, MAYBE, like metalcore codifiers such as Converge or Botch (the “-core” part being the sticking point for many people), but the blackened growls and the smoky atmosphere of the downtuned chords tells me that this is metal, baby. It’s like aggressive blackened thrashy post-metal. Come on.

This is produced by Chris Edrich, who has done some work for Gojira, Leprous, and the Ocean. All fantastic bands, all have a distinct “sparse crispness” added to the mix that elevates the stark atmosphere, which you can also hear all over Assassin(e)s as well. It makes grooves like the opening minutes of “De tes yeux bleus perlés” sound like military marches into dark, abyssal hollows, with the persistent rat-a-tat-tat of the drums akin to a machine gun going off. That is to say, I like that kind of thing! Not too murky and gory like brutal death metal, not too clean and robotic like technical death metal. Just right.

Early Verdict:


Zeal & Ardor – Zeal & Ardor
(February 11, 2022)

Zeal & Ardor - Zeal & Ardor

Yeah buddy, this is my shit. Zeal & Ardor’s second full-length was in my top 10 for 2018. Where it fell in that top 10 I don’t remember, because I posted my Top 10 as a list on Facebook and only two people were like “haha, yeah” and I can’t be arsed to look for it! But Stranger Fruit was unlike anything I’d really heard before, and that kind of thing always stays on my radar for a while.

Enter 2022. Up until now Zeal & Ardor was essentially a one-man band; the brainchild of African-American/Swiss multi-instrumentalist and eclectic music fanatic Manuel Gagneux, whose early interests in grindcore and death metal coupled with his early involvement in chamber pop projects led to a Bandcamp experiment where he’d take suggestions, mash two genres together and submit a song within half an hour. Now he has a whole team of visual artists, producers, mixers and masterers, although Gagneux appears to still handle most of the instrumentation. The self-titled third album feels like new beginnings, new ventures into previously uncharted territories, and a slick, fully-realized vision of the project.

I love this whole album. It’s unusual, interesting, passionate, acerbic, and insanely catchy. Highlights are “Death to the Holy”, a brilliant fusion of apocalyptic gospel and industrial soul with layered vocals and unnerving piano arpeggios, and “Golden Liar”, a baleful blues/outlaw country hybrid that sounds like Nick Cave and Ennio Morricone dropping acid in the middle of the California desert. Above all else, it’s Gagneux’s impressive range as a vocalist that really sells it for me. Don’t even try to keep up with him, he’ll scream and growl and then croon and howl before you even say “boo!”

Early Verdict:

Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #10

Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #10 – “Dangerous (Part 4)”

* Part 4 of 6 of the Dangerous storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3) Issue #10 – “Dangerous (Part 4)”! In the previous installment, the Danger Room computer brain manifests itself as visions of Zombie Wing and it gleefully torments the trapped students. Nobody dies, but they’re just roughed up a bit! Kitty Pryde attempts to reason with the computer, who thinks it has transcended its programming with the death of Wing.

The X-Men team successfully destroys the computer brain system, but at what cost? …seriously, at what cost? I don’t know! Not yet, anyway, but it sure looks like Zombie Wing wanted this to happen all along.

The Danger Room returns back to its normal dormant state, but I believe the students are still trapped.

And then some giant robot Medusa emerges.

So let’s see what the hell THAT’S all about.


Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #10 [May, 2005]
Written by: Joss Whedon
“Dangerous (Part 4)”

Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #10

Robot Medusa speaks telepathically with Professor Xaviar aka Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise Minus the Legs! She asks him if she knows who she is and what she wants. He confirms. She asks if he always knew this day would come and if he was ever worried. Before he answers, she answers for him: “Of course not. You only thought of your precious X-Men. Oh, Father…I wish you could see them now.” Professor X (the “X” stands for “SEX”) facepalms like he’s Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Wheelchair.

Robot Medusa faces the team among the ruins of the room. “So. Who’s first?” she asks. Ooooooh, sexy!

Wolverine leaps out at her claws bared, which was the most predictable thing that could’ve happened in her eyes. She stops him with one kick. Scottclops asks what she wants, but Frost says “she wants us dead you fucking dumbass”. Beast then asks the villain why this is happening.

Robot Medusa is on to all of them. She can tell Frost is telepathically guiding Wolverine to circle around behind to catch Medusa off-guard. She knows Beast is asking his question in order to buy time by getting the enemy talking, the biggest trope in all of tropes! Of course, she knows she’s going to buy into it, because she wants to be understood. To THAT I say…wwwhhhhat the fuck for? Who cares about wanting your enemy to understand you?

Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #10

Look lady, a kitchen stove is designed to be “not me” as well, it doesn’t mean it wants to murder me! Well…maybe it does…

She tells them that they have time for ONE question. Beast jumps in right away and says “explain why you’ve taken this form.” WHICH IS NOT A QUESTION. But she indulges, and as she explains herself very abstrusely using phrases like “I am the space in between” and “becoming anything but being nothing”, her molecules seem to phase in and out of real space. And then she says “I don’t want to kill you, I want to beat you to death.” So, question not really answered. Thanks!

The X-Men start fighting. Cyclops shoots a laser beam at her, but she produces a geodesic dome object out of thin air that diffuses and refracts the beam into everyone else’s eyeballs. That, plus the punching and the kicking and the fighting quite handily alone against five opponents. This is because she has been designed by Professor X to know all of the X-Men very well. “To know them so I can kill them.”

So yes, obviously the Danger Room brain is designed to provide a challenge as training to the students. Well, it’s being taken literally. And dangerously!

All their strengths and weaknesses show up as a readout through her visor. “SHADOWCAT: PHASING DISRUPTS CIRCUITRY”. “BEAST. LAG TIME: 2.6 SECONDS”. “COLOSSUS: MAY CAUSE STRUCTURAL COLLAPSE”. “WOLVERINE: PICKS HIS NOSE AND EATS HIS BOOGERS.” “FROST: KNOWS EVERYONE’S MOST SHAMEFUL SEXUAL FETISHES.” “CYCLOPS: BORING.”

They keep showing Professor X sitting in the middle of some red desert, sweating. Like he’s on Mars. I find that really funny.

Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #10

That rabbit has stolen my Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator!

Robot Medusa can’t predict everything. Kitty Pryde exhibits aggression. Beast sneaks up behind her and bites her robot snake hair. Colossus knocks her through a wall while she throws Beast out of the way. All these events are unanticipated and cause a measurable amount of lag as she “reroutes” like a goddamn GPS system. “I have made a 7% scenario-flow recalibration error. Their aggression is increased, their responses less coordinated but more effective. They’re not in the Danger Room. They’re in danger.”

Theory vs. Practical, lady. Shit’s always different in real life.

Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #10

Hide the kids for this one; Frost is getting drilled and she’s not consenting.

Colossus tries to connect a punch, but she blocks it. She’s regained the upper hand! She threatens Frost with a drill to the forehead, but that was only bait to get Cyclops to defend her. He sends a beam blast her way from above, which Medusa blocks with a mirror and sends the beam right under his feet. The structure collapses under him. He gone. “Always his own worst enemy.” thinks Robot Medusa.

The enemy anticipates the next attack by Wolverine and Beast. So much upper hand! She’s got hand, Jerry!

At S.W.O.R.D., agents are evaluating an aerial shot of the school grounds. There’s a goddamned smoking, crashed airplane lodged into the side of the building. One agent “senses destruction”. “Really. You sure? You don’t wanna look at the photo of the enormous destruction some more before you such a bold statement?” says Agent Brand acidly. She asks another agent the status of the mole, and the mole is reportedly trapped in the Danger Room with the kids.

Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #10

S.W.O.R.D. needs more team-building laser tag outings.

Syrden is a seer of sorts? The weird, mythic, reptile creature senses a new, non-human presence in the building. Brand finds this curious, and intends to drop by Professor Xavier’s School of Torturing Children for a wellness visit.

Robot Medusa is still serving the X-Men their asses on a platter with lemon, parsley (and other fine herbs), and a nice raspberry reduction. Frost is tearing away chunks of concrete looking for Cyclops, but Pryde is already hoisting him on her own shoulders and chastising Frost for not focusing on the enemy (who, presumably, they’ve already fought “a thousand times”).

Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #10

Using your own teammates as projectile weapons is a solid strategy.

Frost tells her to fuck off in terms that are only SLIGHTLY more nice, which prompts Colossus to throw Frost against the Robot Medusa, taking them both out for a spell. “Normally, I wouldn’t have done that.” says Colossus in a manner that suggests he would do it quite normally if necessary. Pryde looks speechless.

Special Agent Brand converses with Ord, who finds the current situation over at Professor Xavier’s School of Fostering Mutant Achievements not at all noteworthy. Ord, you may remember, also wants to destroy the X-Men, but confirms that Robot Medusa is not affiliated with him simply because killing the mutants is “not a privilege he plans to share”. Brand herself says that he job is to protect the planet from destruction with minimum bloodshed, so “if we’re lucky, someone’s doing my job for me.”

Robot Medusa is still patting herself on the back for having the upper hand! Cyclops isn’t breathing, and Pryde attempts to perform CPR. Robo observes that Pryde must remain solid to help him, and after throwing Colossus against Pryde, she throws a giant, sharp spear-like chunk of debris and impales both of them right through their abdomens.

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Shit, it’s gonna take a lot of Mederma Advanced Scar Gel to remove that mark.

Only Frost is left standing; she gears up to throw a punch. Robo Medusa tells her that she’s not actually going to throw that punch, she’s going to return to her fleshy human form and allow defeat. To this, Frost says “And why would I do that, you stupid metal bint?”, and Robo Medusa answers that she knows the truth and whispers something in her ear.

Frost returns to her fleshy human form and allows defeat.

With the X-Men eliminated, Robo Medusa reaches out to PROFESSOR SEX and tells him completion is next. He assumes that she means his death, and declares that she has miscalculated this time. Because, she may have already fought the X-Men a thousand times…

Astonishing X-Men (Vol. 3), Issue #10

You’ve gone and pissed off Wheelchair Kojak now!

Final Thoughts

I’m looking forward to seeing Professor Xavier flail around in a battle!

I still don’t know Robot Medusa’s real name. Maybe she doesn’t have one.

And yes, if Professor Xavier has never been in the Danger Room, then she doesn’t know shit about him.

Take that, smartypants.