Superman (Vol. 4), Issue #6 – “Son of Superman (Part 6)”

* Part 6 of 6 of the Son of Superman storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Superman (Vol. 4), Issue #6 – “Son of Superman (Part 6)”! In the previous installment, Superman had taken his family to Batman’s Super Secret Moon Base, which Eradicator infiltrated immediately. They fight for about 24 years before Eradicator sucks Superman up through his mouth. Seriously. Then while Jon and Lois fought Eradicator like little ants fighting a dump truck, Superman channeled the energy of all the Kryptonian spirits sucked up into Eradicator and escaped through his mouth. Seriously.

And now Superman means business! And let’s get this piece of shit over with.


Superman (Vol. 4), Issue #6 [November, 2016]
Written by: Peter Tomasi
“Son of Superman (Part 6)”

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Like father, like mulleted son. Superman is going to show this kid what it REALLY means to be a sexual molester. I mean, uh, superhero.

A supercharged Superman is reigning blows upon Eradicatorman. The spirits of Krypton are helping so hard that Superman is heating up to unfathomable degrees, causing the atmosphere of the room to get all hot ‘n’ stuffy. “Krypton is against you, Eradicator! You will stand down!” Superman yells with fire in his eyes. Fighting happens. Fights, fight, fighting, fight, fight, fights, fighting.

Pretty soon, Superman is like “muh home, muh family, muh world” and the Eradicator is like “but ur heritage”. It really doesn’t get much more profound than that, honestly. It’s like one big bowl of repetitve shit.

“Accept that he is a mistake and receive the peace of eradication,” he says of the boy. That boy over there *points to the geek*

“JON IS NOT A MISTAKE!” Superman yells, crying too probably, while doing something that vaguely looks like grabbing Eradicator’s balls.

Meanwhile, because I forgot that this is all taking place on the fucking moon, the dormant lunar rover perks up and experiences sensations of massive seismic impacts! Did Superman fart again lol? Mission Control on Earth, possibly in the USA or Burkina Faso, says this is impossible. A moonquake?! Ha! Eat my entire ass!

Jon points to a big screen TV that hasn’t been present in the room at all up until this particular panel. Eruption on the moon! Live news coverage! “Holy smokes!” Jon yells. “The whole world is seeing this?!”

Superman continues pummeling the Eradicator. At some point, Superman decides to call upon the spirit of his (dead?) dog Krypto. Jaws and teeth start trying to rip through Eradicator’s chest.

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Sink your teeth into this beefy hunk of man, boy!

Somehow, after this ghostly chest-bursting apparition bites down on Superman’s arm, a full dog comes out of the Eradicator’s body. “NOOOOO” says the Eradicator as capacitors and resistors and op-amps and diodes explode within him. Eradicator tries one last gambit…

“FREEDOM IS ONLY WITHIN!” it yelps. Weaksauce, sir.

“Krypto has won his freedom, as has Krypton, and they have judged you…” Superman builds up the suspense here, “…UNWORTHY!”

This was the final nail in the coffin! Eradicator disintegrates into a pile of doorknobs and dog bones and then something happens and then there’s an enormous mushroom cloud explosion that decimates literally the entire moon and all life on Earth forever.

The Eradicator is not dead yet! I’m tired of this silly bitch. “THE… BOY… WILL DESTROY… YOUR ANCESTORS’ LEGACY. THEY CANNOT SURVIVE… THE SON OF SUPERMAN…”

Superman tells him “whatever” as all the trapped spirits converge in the sky to form the famous “S” shield; glowing radiantly in the sky, I might add! Superman whispers a solemn “thank you”. I’m jerking off right now with cringe.

Eradicator lies on the ground, a burnt husk. His power level is at 0% and he’s flailing like a goose. He asks Superman if this is what being alone feels like. Superman says he’s never felt alone. Zing.

Mission Control in the USA or possibly East Timor are continuing to get very important moon readings. They get a view of Superman picking up the toppled American flag and setting it upright again. The whole world watches live footage of Superman striking an arrogant, manly moon pose. “SUPERMAN IS HERE TO STAY!” cries some loser.

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Git ‘r done, Supes! Here’s your sign! Yee haw!

Time to grab Lois and Jon and head back to the stinky farm. Work here is done!

Later, Lois does laundry to get all the pesky moondust off of their clothes. Jon just had a bubble bath and he’s feeling squeaky clean! Time for the ceremony where Superman gets the key to the city and there’s a parade and jets flying in formation and cuddly orgies. The bar owner is there — the one who calls him “Sooperman” — with a moon rock gift. “Sooperman is welcome in my joint anytime!” he smiles with dead eyes.

That night, a sad Jon Kent sits on his windowsill and stares up at the sky. Once he hears creaking, he sneaks back into bed. “Hey, Kiddo. Brought you something.”

It’s a Hamilton Huskers baseball hat! Gee willikers, dad! Gotta show support for the local sports team!

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Totally cool, Pops. Looking forward to getting my ass kicked at school tomorrow.

Clark also throws Jon some unfashionable glasses to really pull off the “I’m pretending to not be Superman lol lol I’m fooling you” look. He’s going to need them when he starts school and may be recognized as the Son of Superman Moon Kid. Jon is less than happy. “More secrets and hiding… gotcha.”

Clark is like “yup!”

A little heart-to-heart comes next. There will be other villains like the Eradicator. Big, beautiful, scary villains. Jon’s powers are still growing, but he’ll get there someday. Not today, though. Nor tomorrow. I mean, get serious, kid. Now go follow Dad, he’s going to take you to the Justice League Watchtower where you’ll meet all the other members of the Smelly Costume Brigade.

Batman and Wonder Woman are looking at a big screen showing the lunar damage estimates, because why not? We’re talking $10 billion in moon repairs. Not to even mention the secret, weird, moon Batcave.

Superman walks in and apologizes for all the moon ruckus and tells them to mind their own moon business. “Apologies won’t fix what the Supermen did to my cave,” Batman, the rich guy who can afford to fix it immediately, growls.

Superman defends himself. That was the Eradicator! I’m the nice guy!

“League, I’d like you to meet… SUPERBOY!”

Jon stands there in tight superhero jammies.

“Hi,” he says.

Wonder Woman smiles. Batman frowns. And so do I.

Final Thoughts

THIS IS WHAT THEY GIVE ME FOR REBIRTH?! Rebirth my balls. Who’s in charge here? This story is pudding, sir. I’m tired of Superman, again. Why I keep going back to stories about this thicc bitch is beyond me. Maybe I’ll stumble onto something good for once. Accidentally.

Unlikely. If you like Superman then you’re dumb and I hate you.

Black Science, Issue #6

* Part 6 of 6 of the How to Fall Forever storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: Black Science, Issue #6! In the previous installment, Grant’s kids get “kidnapped” by an older version of Grant who wants to keep them away from the “dangerous” younger version of Grant. Old Grant is with Sara, and they both claim that in every timeline the kids get killed. Young Grant is like “No way, Jose” and takes his kids back. Old Grant and Not-Sara shake their fists and say “Errrgghh, I’ll get you next time!”

They also say that Kadir is the saboteur of the Pillar in every timeline. So Grant confronts the fucker, who says that it’s actually Rebecca who is the saboteur. This makes Grant so mad that he tackles Kadir into an inactive volcano filled with Planet of the Apes-type monkeys.

We’re at the end of this particular part of the story! And let me tell you, it sure is a comic.


Black Science, Issue #6 [April, 2014]
Written by: Rick Remender

Black Science, Issue #6

“Rebecca will fix the Pillar. Shawn will watch over the kids. Get them home safe to Sara,” Grant thinks as he and Kadir plummet down into the volcano. They crash through a glass domed ceiling and into some water, effectively saving both their lives. Grant breathes a sigh of relief. Another chance to set things right for the future…

Five minutes until the Pillar makes its next jump, so these two motherfucks don’t have much time to crawl their asses back up. Chandra starts walking down some manmade volcano steps with the intention of saving Kadir. Pia does the same with the intention of saving Grant.

Meanwhile, Grant keeps kicking Kadir’s face while underwater; trying to drown the bastard in “an alien pool of shit”. The apes scream “ARGHOOO!” as Grant hoists himself out of the water. He looks around and sees dozens of baby apes crying in bassinets. Fuck, he landed in some sort of nursery. That’s gonna piss everyone off.

So Grant leaves Kadir flailing in the water and runs up the steps and away from the apes. Let Kadir deal with the apes if he’s still alive! The Volcano Monkeys give chase and Grant kicks and punches their faces. Grant hears the gasps and pants of Kadir, who has risen to the surface. The immediate threat to the children! The apes turn around, descend the stairs and, I assume, rip Kadir’s stupid throat out. Fuck that guy.

Up atop the rim of the volcano, Rebecca has been holding Pia back from running after her dad. Pia is like “LET GO OF ME, YOU HARPY CUNT”, obviously not very pleased that Kadir revealed her father’s infidelity in front of her. Pia’s about to crack Rebecca in the face when Shawn stops her.

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His ass-kisser, his floozy, his shoeshine boy, his bootlicker, his panty sniffer, and his proctologist.

“If Chandra wants to go, running headlong into it, that’s her choice. But you and Nate are our responsibility.”

Pia fucking hates this guy. She’s going and she doesn’t care. No one can stop her…

…except her little brother, who just fired a gun into the air. “Nobody’s going anywhere,” he says menacingly. Looks like we have a new leader! Take the lead, Mr. President!

As Kadir fends off apes, he thinks about the stupid Pillar and how the stupid Pillar got everyone into this mess. Fuck that pillar!

Kadir cuts down a plant that makes all the monkeys shriek. Some sort of strange light emanates from it, almost taking the form of a creature with, like, eyeballs and shit. Kadir starts whipping a staff that the ethereal form, yelling for it to get back. Is it a ghost? A spirit of sorts? A genie? Giygas from Earthbound? Sentient gas life. The infant apes suck up the mist through their mouths and their eyes start glowing bright red-orange. The adult apes, too, have similar eyes. As if in a trance, the adults start picking up the infants, completely unaware now of Kadir. He takes advantage of the distraction and runs out of the volcano. Like a dog.

Kadir should have never let this Pillar project happen. He knew the blasted thing was evil. “Interdimensional travel can only end in catastrophe. Chaos points in all directions. Order points in only one.”

Grant has now caught up with Kadir on the steps and fighting continues. They stop fighting for a moment to marvel at some more ape technology they see before their beady little eyes. An Ape does a double take, as if he recognizes Grant. “Rotom arel, Gra’net?”

Kadir walks away and snaps a tripwire. A large device tumbles to the floor and breaks. Grant suspects it was another Pillar. An alternate dimension Pillar. “Another way home – destroyed by Kadir.”

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Kadir, you scamp! Always after the almighty dollar!

Kadir stops and turns around suddenly. “I’m done running, Grant. We’re heading back to the others – now.” Grant’s like “you’re done giving orders, bitchcakes.” Kadir’s like “your Pillar sucks.”

And Grant’s like “then why did you hire us all to build the Pillar then, asshole?”

And Kadir’s like “you were supposed to fail, numbnuts.” And he’s going to find the evil, shitty Pillar and jump with the rest of the group. “So you’ve got a decision to make,” he tells Grant. “You can come with, or get the hell out of my way.”

Then Kadir makes a less intimidating face, because an ape snuck up behind Grant and is starting to pull out a large spiked mace-like object. Fighting happens, a large metal object falls on Grant and pins him to the floor. The ape has been defeated, and Kadir stands while Grant moans and groans and begs for him to get him out from under the thing.

Meanwhile, Chandra investigates an empty area of the volcano and calls out for Kadir and Grant. Her voice reverberates… the echoes are eerie… THEN ONE OF THOSE GHOST-LIKE SPIRITS SNEAKS UP ON HER. EEK.

Kadir’s too weak and scrawny to move the object. Grant thinks his spine has been crushed to smithereens. Grant tells Kadir to go without him, but Kadir looks shaken. “I’m not going to leave you down here to die like this! I know you think I’m some kind of monster, but–”

Oh, he is a monster all right. The kind of monster who prides himself on preservation. So get the fuck out of here and take the kids with you, so help him God he will haunt your rectum. “Every shitty thing you ever did, you found some crafty rationalization… but you don’t get to rationalize this. You caused this. You’ll get my kids home. For once in your life do the right thing. Promise me.”

Kadir gives Grant his word.

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Meanwhile, there’s nothing to see here! Everything’s cool!

Kadir leaves Grant and bumps into Chandra, who now has red-orange eyes and is saying things like “ren’olrd eim”. Then she says, tiredly, that she was looking for him and Grant. Kadir lifts her up and they hobble up the volcano. “Let’s go. Grant’s not coming.”

Grant moans and monologues like a real sad-sack under the metal object (which is a Pillar, as it turns out). He has no photo of his family. He never considered Sara once in their whole marriage. Focused too much on his work. Fucked Rebecca. Became everything he hated. And it takes dying to realize all of this. How very fucking convenient.

While Kadir fights another ape, another spirit tries to infiltrate Chandra’s body. “This host is claimed,” a voice says from within her. “I will dance within another,” responds the free spirit.

12 seconds until Pillar Jump Time.

Kadir and Chandra book it.

Grant’s gonna miss his kids.

The shaman, who is still with the group, stands up and fires a giant blast out of an arm cannon. Birds fly out within the light toward the charging apes. It works. The group, sans Grant, are all accounted for at the Pillar.

“A billion realities out there… has to be one, Sara. One where I didn’t fuck it all up… Somewhere out there… One perfect world… where we can be happy…”

Nate screams “WHERE’S MY DAD?!” just as the Pillar’s bright light starts engulfing the group.

Kadir gets down on his knee. “He’s not coming.”

Final Thoughts

Grant’s a shitty character anyway. Good riddance.

I’m not sure if I like this comic yet. There needs to be a plot goal. What’s the plot goal? Getting home? That’s a lazy plot goal! Why can’t it be something like “save the vagina from the penis”? Now there’s a plot goal!

What a stupid final thought. Sorry everyone.

Silk (Vol. 1), Issue #1

* Part 1 of 7 of the Life and Times of Cindy Moon storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Silk (Vol. 1), Issue #1!

Silk intrigues me because, based on what very little I’ve read, it appears to be a Spider-Man-like coming-of-age story? Only it’s a girl this time?

That’s all I’ve got. I don’t know anything else. And that may not even be accurate anyway! Let’s see…


Silk (Vol. 1), Issue #1 [April, 2015]
Written by: Robbie Thompson

Silk (Vol. 1), Issue #1

As a teenager, Cindy Moon was bitten by the same spider that bit Peter Parker, giving her powers similar to those of the Amazing Spider-Man: powers of adhesion, a unique precognitive awareness of danger, and the ability to weave spider webs with her fingertips. She now swings through the skies of New York City as Silk.

Oh, ok, so it’s exactly like Spider-Man. Right down to the spider. Got it.

Oh, there’s more! Apparently, I should be reading this after some other storyline, because Silk was locked in a bunker as a safety measure to prevent her presence from being detected by spider-hunters and murderers! Spider-Man unwittingly opened the bunker, setting off the events of the Spider-Verse! Then she thwarted the spider-hunters, and now we’re back in New York!

OK, let’s get started proper now. Jesus.

“Finally,” Silk thinks, punching a face. “Finally, I’m in the game.”

She says she was locked in the bunker for ten years, which sounds like some Hitler shit to me. And now she’s free to do as she pleases, and that means punch alleged bad guys so that they don’t do bad things anymore. This guy is named Dragonclaw, which Silk says sounds like a Pokémon.

“So tell me, Pokémon-Dude, why’d you try to burn that delivery truck?”

“GAH!” he responds after Silk scratches his arm with her, uh, spider claws. Her spider-sense (Silky-Sense) starts a-tinglin’! It proves to be incredibly distracting. The matter at hand is important, but she’s hanging on by a literal thread and keeping her eyes closed. And that gives Dragonclaw plenty of time to attack! He chops her silky strand, sending her plummeting to the earth below.

Then Spider-Man grabs her out of the air and Dragonclaw is like “grrrr, you win again!” and leaves.

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It’s me, your Friendly Neighborhood Sex Offender!

Spider-Man asks Silk out for a date, but she leaves before Spider-Man can finish his sentence. And good for her, because Peter Parker is supposed to be with MJ and Silk ain’t MJ. MJ has red hair! That’s the only difference. Also, super powers.

“Am I ok? Maybe I just need time to adjust to normal life,” Silk thinks, turning back into Cindy Moon. “Whatever normal life is, anyway.”

Flashback to an 18-year-old Cindy’s parents nagging her about shoving off to a hockey game in lieu of participating in an extra credit field trip. Plus, it’s not just a game! It’s a date with local stud Hector Cervantez, whom she has been seeing for six months, Mother! That’s like 15 years in teenage time. Her dad approves: “I like Hector. He’s got a wicked wrist shot.”

Mom doesn’t care. Dating? In Biden’s economy?? There’s a quick row that ends with Cindy telling her mom that she hates her before she drags her little brother off to his play-date.

Flashforward to now, where Cindy Moon arrives at (I think) her first day on the job at the Daily Bugle. After 10 years of isolation, this would put her at 28-years-old? I think? J. Jonah Jameson is a large butthead, as usual.

Cindy finds herself to be socially awkward, as 10 years of bunker life would make one. I don’t even have a bunker excuse for my social awkwardness. A woman invites her to a viewing party of a new show at a bar downtown, and Cindy is like “GO WITH YOUR LESBIAN CRUSH INSTEAD”. Very tactful.

J. Jonah Jameson perks up at Cindy’s pad and paper. “Analog! You’re not one of those millennial crybabies, are you? I like you, Analog! What have you got? Pitch me a story!”

She knows exactly what not to say, but she says it anyway. “How about… Silk.”

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Killing it in the real world already! Kudos to you, Bunkerface.

Later, Cindy finds her pitched story on the big screen in the office. “SILK WEAVES WEBS AROUND WEB-HEAD” on the Fact Channel. Cindy didn’t get this job for the money, she got this job to use the channel’s resources to find her family. So far, she has found nothing. Nada. Zippo. They disappeared shortly after she started her bunker adventure and hasn’t heard word.

Flashback to Cindy taking her brother, Junior, to his playdate.

“You’re weird,” he says.

“No, I’m not. You’re weird,” she rebuts.

When asked if she really hates Mom, Cindy makes a troubled face but stays silent. Then they both say they love each other. Junior calls Cindy a weirdo again. It’s very touching. Too bad Junior was MURDERED or something. Who knows?! We gotta figure this shit out!

But, between work and crimefighting, there’s not much room for family-finding. And with her Silky-Sense all out of whack, giving her made-up problems or tiny, trivial issues. A college kid crying because her friends ditched her. That kind of thing. Not exactly worth kicking someone’s ass to hell and back over. “I prefer it when my Silk-Sense just finds me stuff to punch.”

Silk finds Dragonclaw walking around again, so a fight ensues. He’s got blaster-palms. She’s got a silk shield, which she whips at his face like she’s Captain Dumbfuck America. Then she uppercuts him “gently”, and by “gently” I mean “enough to send him flying 70 feet high and then straight into a dumpster! “Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead,” she says as she checks up on Dumpsterclaw.

The Dragonclaw suit is an empty shell. Dude’s gone.

Oh well. Mission accomplished, sorta! And there’s security cam footage to send over to Fact Channel, which is not the Daily Bugle as I had originally assumed. I gotta keep up with these newfangled 2010s comics.

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If this apartment’s a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’!

Cindy decides to move out of her apartment since having a roommate after 10 years of alone time blows chunks.

Flashback to Hector Cervantez, who arrives at the Moon home with a little gift. He’s not planning on playing in the hockey game after all, because there’s something much more important going on today! Like a colonoscopy! Barring that, it’s the six month anniversary! He bought her an ankle bracelet with a moon pendant. “A moon for my Moon,” he says dopily. She blushes.

Flashforward to Silk sitting atop a building roof, giving Spider-Man an old ringy-dingy on the phone. He’s busy though, but he’ll make time.

“Spider-Man and I had a thing. It was… weird. And awesome. But now… I’m not sure what we are. Friends? Charter members of the spider-bite club? I don’t know. I just know he knows about this stuff. Spider-bite club stuff.”

She asks how he deals with his Spidey-Sense. It’s like a constant din of harsh noise. So much quieter in the bunker. It’s almost like she misses the alone time, the peace and quiet, the 10 years of bunking it up. Spider-Man merely tells her that the city is loud, but the pizza is good. Does that help?

“You’re gonna be okay, Cin. You just need time. … Wanna come over?”

“Yes. No.” *click*

Snubbed again! The life of a Spider-type Man.

Meanwhile, in a bar, a drunk young man is watching Silk footage and laughing. Then he gets sad again. Another man puts his hand on his shoulder. “Boss will see you now.”

The drunk young man is out-of-costume Dragonclaw, and the boss is not happy with him.

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Now it’s into the torture chamber with you! An eight foot by six foot room playing Anne Murray over the intercom.

His boss is a white-haired woman with a black eyemask who I think might be Black Cat. She sends Dragonclaw to “the shop”. And she needs to learn everything there is to learn about Silk post haste!

Cindy, having moved out of a comfortable apartment with, like, a kitchen and a bathroom, finds herself in her bunker. “Say what you want about this dump. It is quiet.”

She turns on the TV and finds the face of Ezekiel Sims, the man who convinced her to stay in the bunker for ten years “with nothing but his prerecorded messages to keep me company”.

Dragonclaw, in the shop, which is manned by an individual who fancies himself as The Repairman. He looks like Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force and he holds a crowbar menacingly. Black Cat wants Dragonclaw to get the full makeover, which Mr. Repairman seems very pleased to do. He motions the poor sap to a very dirty dentist chair with chains and limb straps. “I have to warn you, my methods are… extreme.”

“Look… I really need this gig.”

“That’s the spirit. Now, how do you feel about being an actual dragon?”

In the bunker, Cindy sets up some electricity and gets a Fact Channel work laptop plugged in. Apparently, a nameless “private contractor” set the bunker up with unlimited juice until the end of time, so that’s a sweet deal. “So, I guess I’m back. Back in the place where I was locked away for ten years.” Yeah, yeah. We get it. A decade in captivity. Cry me a river.

So she thinks Ezekiel is still alive somewhere, buried in one of his endless, faceless companies. And he knows what happened to her family.

“I’ll find you guys,” she thinks, setting up a collage of photos, newspaper clippings, and papers. “I promise.”

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THE PLOT THICKENS!!!

Final Thoughts

A good start! Compelling. Different. Interesting. What will happen next to ruin my mood? Stay tuned!

Mark Normand

Mark Normand

Mark Normand’s Official Website

JUMP TO:
(2014) Still Got It!
(2017) Don’t Be Yourself
(2020) Out to Lunch
(2023) Soup to Nuts


Still Got It! (2014)
Rating: Good

Mark Normand - Still Got It!

Mark Normand reminds me a little bit of John Mulaney. He has that sort of effortless cadence that makes stand-up seem easy. But stand-up is not easy, friends. Standing up? It’s right there in the name. You don’t get to sit. Unless you’re lazy like Marc Maron. Anyway, while Mulaney will talk about Law & Order or horses in hospitals, Normand sticks with the tried and true topics: politics, religion, sexuality, men and women in general. How much more can we really tap out of these topics in 2014? Well, per Mark, quite a bit.

Mark endears you to him right away by how Madison, Wisconsin is full of white people! Just how he likes it! But we’re not here to be entirely subversive, because Mark’s comedy isn’t necessarily vulgar for the sake of vulgarity. Just when it makes sense, you know. He starts out with some really good jokes about how his sober-for-30-years uncle once lost a phone when drunk (“You have to be pretty hammered to lose a landline“) and how Google is blabbing to Facebook ads about his recent searches. There are some trite jokes about the craaazy people in New York City, but that doesn’t last long, and it’s the only derivative portion of his set. All of his other takes on old standbys come from a unique perspective.

Sexuality? A man that Mark had met once would never shake a man’s hand because of how many dicks that he must have touched. Well, Mark tells him “You shook my hand, you don’t mind my dick? And do you know what other large part of population has touched a lot of dicks? Girls.

Racism? A man that Mark had met once tells him that he doesn’t see color. So Mark leans up close to him and says “Thank you for being honest like that, sir. I’m black.

Religion? If people in the bible had more modern names, no one would take any of it seriously. “‘Drink the blood of Trevor!’ Hmm, uh-uh. Gross. ‘What Would Trevor Do?’ Yeah, uh, good question, I dunno. Beer pong, maybe?

Men? When asked if he’s gay now that he’s dating a hypothetical manly man, Mark counters with “Gay? Have you met Jeff? He’s taking me out for lobster tonight! He’s everything I want in a man, but let me tell you, the sex is brutal…

Women? When asked what the difference between “mad” and “not mad” is, Mark confirms that “not mad” is just “mad with 20 questions”. And although some of his material on women leans toward unoriginal and stereotypical, Mark’s earnest friendliness and lack of any real misogyny gives him a pass in my book. Not like that Louis C.K. guy. He HATES women!

So yes, an overall “Good“. I’m looking forward to hearing how Mark’s material progresses with his next specials, but it’s a tremendous first effort!


Don’t Be Yourself (2017)
Rating: Very Good

Mark Normand - Don't Be Yourself

During the intro cold open, Amy Schumer gives Mark a pep talk before he walks on stage: he’s underwhelming, painfully mediocre, average in every way, white and boring, and all the jokes he’s about to tell are going to suck. Most of that is correct, except for the part where all the jokes are going to suck. But, yes, the rest is correct.

Don’t Be Yourself is a clear improvement over the great first effort Still Got It! Mark smoothly flows through jokes in rapid fire. You don’t have time to take a breather or you’re going to miss something. Somewhat vulgar and borderline offensive without swearing. He covers a lot of the same topics as he covered in Still Got It!: racism, sexuality, manliness, feminism, religion, and political correctness. A veritable laundry list of cringe, right? But Mark is deft. He knows how to maneuver around these landmines with grace, and he knows he’s charming enough to pull off jokes about the hypocrisy of double standard racism or misogyny (“I’m a feminist, but my ex was… annoying). He has a large chunk on atheism without alienating his audience with preachiness or arrogance (breast implants are like the Bible: what’s on the outside is real, but it’s what’s inside is fake as shit). And, best of all, it’s all very funny!

The biggest improvement over Still Got It! is the vulnerability. Mark spends a good portion of the beginning of his set talking about himself. There’s clearly more material that’s personal and introspective, but whether it’s true or not is hard to tell. I guess you never know, but he talks about his high-functioning alcoholism (you call in sick when you have a headache, Mark shows up hungover, ready to work, and hiding a horrible secret every day), his introversion (he would never go to a party, but he would kill himself if he wasn’t invited to it), and his anxiety about flying (trains are better, it’s like they’ve never heard of a terrorist before). He discusses the weirdness of online dating, how he is internalizing his penis shame (“My dick’s like an indie band, you gotta see it live!“), and how women don’t seem to ever want what he has to offer. It’s self-deprecating, but it’s not pathetic. He delivers the material with cool confidence, like he’s been doing standup for the last 40 years.

Other highlights include Mark’s discussion about homosexuality and how he was complimented by the hottest gay guy he had ever seen; how it was like winning one million pesos: “I can’t do anything with it now, but if I ever cross that line I’ll be SET!“. And, of course, a complaint that women made their gender roles offensive. A woman likes a strong silent type, but a man can’t say that he likes their women silent. And let’s not forget a little Carlin-ism for good measure! Kids acronyms are light-hearted: LOL, OMG, BRB. Adult acronyms are more grim and depressing: DUI, DMV, IRS, UTI, STD.

I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t fucking sleep on Mark Normand. He looks like the annoying, clingy kid in your college dorm, but he’s funnier than your best friend. No brainer.


Out to Lunch (2020)
Rating: Good

Mark Normand - Out to Lunch

It’s just joke after joke after joke after joke with this guy, isn’t it? Just a spitfire of good, witty jokes. It’s like, hey man, save some jokes for the rest of us! Heh heh. It’s not always about jokes, man.

Mark Normand reminds me of a fast-talking, old-timey vaudeville act, like a modern day Groucho Marx. One-liners abound! When asked if he would like to visit a brewery because he likes beer, he says “I don’t need to see where the beer originated. I like porn, I don’t need to go to a broken home.” When presented with the notion that video games lead to school shootings, he incredulously says “I played Monopoly with my friends, none of them own property.” When asked if he cares that transgendered people are using his bathroom, he says “Hey, at least they’re not pooping in the sink.” When accused of being a racist after watching an interracial couple make out on a train, he says “I’m not racist, I’m a creep!” He tells the Wisconsin audience that fat jokes are hard to pull off there. He likes gay people because there are no gay gangs (“That would be a musical.”) He talks about bedwetting with the same energy and cadence as talking about sexually abusing dogs, as he does about pointing out that babies who kick in the womb will grow up to beat their wives, as he does about girls getting shafted on orgasms (so to speak). And these are just a small percentage of his joke output. My dude fits a 90-minute set into 60 minutes.

It’s clear by now, his third special, that Normand is a pure joke writer. He doesn’t tell stories, he doesn’t do bits, all he does is set things up and knock them down. Punchlines, punchlines, punchlines. And that’s a rarity in this day and age. It’s an antiquated structure of standup comedy, but Normand is a true natural. I’m amazed by the flow, the speed at which he traverses topics, the density of the jokes. I may not laugh out loud at all of them — maybe not even half of them — but the craft is admirable as shit. And he still keeps it fresh! Topics he has hit before — offensive words, racism, homophobia, women, sex, introversion, traveling — are all presented with a stash of completely new funny angles. He brings up leopard print underwear being quintessentially sexy even though it’s covered in brown and yellow spots. He points out that polar bears have evolved from brown fur to white fur because the police kept shooting at them. He makes a very poignant observation about that transgendered Caitlyn Jenner: “‘I love Caitlyn Jenner!’ Why? She sucks!” We can all get behind that one.

Normand skirts the line of offensiveness without actually being offensive. He has a smart counterpoint for every touchy subject, making him the Perfect White Cis Male Comedian. If there ever was a thing. Enjoy.


Soup to Nuts (2023)
Rating: Good

Mark Normand - Soup to Nuts

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, KEVIN HART!

“Nowadays, if your mom finds your weed she’ll be like ‘Sativa? What a pussy.'”

“Any gay guys here? All right, good to have ya, thanks for coming out.”

“Dicks are like kids: you like your own, but other ones are weird.”

“If I see a transgender person pissing in the shit room, I’ll go up to them and go ‘Hey, you better transition to a shit right now, buddy.'”

“I had sex with my wife today, or as she calls it ‘microdosing.'”

“Women and cars have nothing in common, except both of mine were stolen by a black guy.”

“I say queef it up, sister. It’s nice to hear that thing talking.”

“We got a swimsuit model with Downs syndrome. She’s very pretty. I’d go downs on her.”

“Ken is the most inclusive doll. He’ll fuck any Barbie. ‘Hey, who’s that, Wheelchair Barbie? Roll her over here, I’ll fuck her, let’s go!'”

“Even the names of board games are a bummer: Sorry, Trouble, Operation, and the worst one of all: Life.”

“Every cereal mascot looks like a crack addict.”

“It’s 2023 and we still give women shit for being promiscuous? Sluts are great!”

“Sex is the only thing that gets sadder when you go pro.”

“Bowling is like prostitution: holes are getting fingered in an alley.”

“Gas prices are higher than Hunter Biden.”

“Jews are acting like babies. I disagree, Jews are tough, they’re resilient. If you ask me, I think babies are acting like Jews.”

“A black guy says the n-word, it’s ok. If a white lady says the n-word… I get an erection.”

“I pitched this great idea for a sitcom about the 9/11 terrorists, but of course they shot down the pilot.”

“‘Clitz’ is the perfect name for a lesbian bar because no guy can find it.”

“Whether it’s gun violence or the WNBA, nobody’s watching the female shooters.”

Black Science, Issue #5

* Part 5 of 6 of the How to Fall Forever storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: Black Science, Issue #5! In the previous installment, the crew jumps away from a scary German/Native American warzone into a much more palatable, like, hotel with 50 different kinds of friendly alien species! The important thing is that Grant has been healed and he can probably start fucking Rebecca again. We the audience were very invested in that, I assure you.

And just when you think things are going well and the scientists are going to work on fixing Pillar, some other dude zaps into the picture with the intention to sabotage the Pillar further! What is going on?! Why all the sabotage?! Are we keeping Grant from accidentally kissing Hitler? We need to know what’s at stake here!

I need to know, at least. I don’t like not knowing things.


Black Science, Issue #5 [April, 2014]
Written by: Rick Remender

Black Science, Issue #5

“I met Grant McKay in college. He was a legend. The Great Boy Genius, talk of the campus. I hated him from the second we met.”

Kadir reminisces about the good ol’ college years. Fuckin’ sorority girls. Fuckin’ fraternity boys. A lot of fuckin’ all around. “I remember the first thing he said to me. I was talking to the son of a CEO of a large research firm. McKay walked over, sneering down his pierced nose said ‘Ambition and politicking will get your further than talent… but everyone’ll see how you got there.’”

This still haunts Kadir to this very day, that some punk-ass bitch would say that to someone he doesn’t even know. “Unbearable. Completely up his own ass. So why do they all love him so much? Why would Ward die for him?”

Chandra is there with him. “He tells them what they want to hear. People love liars.”

Kadir sits on that for a minute. “If that’s true… why do they hate us?”

*Family Matters theme music plays in the far distance*

THE NEXT MORNING, GRANT SURPRISES HIS KIDS WITH HIS NOT-DEADINESS. Pia and Nate spring out of bed to give dear old talent-over-politicking dad a fat hug. Thanks to Shawn and Ward, Dad is saved!

Oh… *sob* Ward…

NOW THAT WE’RE SAD AGAIN, IT’S FLASHBACK TIME. Jen (who died) designs a logo for their space suits (an onion). It’s the same design of offset concentric circles you can see on the front cover of your favorite Black Science comic book! Grant and Ward love the design. The end.

Black Science, Issue #5

I’m not lying! Would a liar say this?: “God is real.”

Grant stifles a cry and declares that the time for grieving is later! For now, they all must get home safely. The next Pillar jump is in 20 minutes, but it’s not 100% working yet, so they’ll probably end up on Boonar Furtz the Lava Planet or in Jersey City or somewhere else equally awful.

Nate starts crying. He doesn’t want to leave where they are at now. It seems safe and all the aliens are cool and squishy. Can’t Dad just build a new Pillar out of sand and gum and God’s tears?

Grant smiles. “It took us a decade to complete the Pillar. Can’t leave your mother waiting for ten years for us to come home. She’d have my head.” Hyuuk hyuuk hyuuk. Grant is banking on teleporting somewhere with the technology available to fix the Pillar, which is a long fucking shot entirely. I think that kind of optimism sucks ass, personally. Shawn is terrible at faking it. “Your father’s right, guys – we have to stay with the Pillar until we can fix it to get home.”

The smug smile on Grant’s face is punchable, but it’s nice to try and lie for the kids’ sake. I’d be bad at it, personally. I’d be like “shit’s fucked, kiddos.”

Anyway, Grant and Shawn try to collect necessities and toiletries for the next ride to Wherever’s-Ville. Suddenly, some bitch in a Transformers uniform (the same bitch at the end of Issue #4) zaps Shawn into blissful unconsciousness. The kids freak out, but the intruder says he’s okay. Everything’s okay. It’s cool, man. Chill, man. Everything’s reeeaal cool.

Black Science, Issue #5

Hey, you don’t look like Santa Claus!

The kids try to run away, but our newest assailant tries to stop them and assure them that things are fun. “I’m going to get you back to your mother,” he says, which is then responded to with a resounding “Fuck you!” by Pia. She knocks the staff out of his hand and sends it crashing out the window, which lands right next to Grant and Rebecca on the ground. “Daddy — Help!” yells Pia from the second-floor window, but the mysterious robot-suited individual is like “I’m trying to help you, dagnabbit!”

Actually, he says “That man and his shoddy Pillar – he’s doomed you all! DOOMED ALL OF REALITY!” And here I sit thinking that that’s rather fucking dramatic. Reality is already doomed! Grant didn’t add to the doom! He merely, you know, pushed the doom around and such.

Then he shoots a bunch of aliens with a zap gun who were riding around in a giant vehicle shaped like a bug. Because none of it is real anyway! Or something! Now kids, get in the Bug Van. Move it!

Grant is not having this shit. He runs up to the mysterious man and punches his fucking lights out, knocking off his helmet. The dude picks himself up.

“You’ve been through a lot. I understand. Can’t blame a guy for fighting to protect his kids.”

IT FINALLY GETS INTERESTING. The mysterious man is none other than Grant! Older Grant, of course. Older and wiser, certainly, with a criss-cross of scars on his craggy face. His hair is gray. He’s also stubbly, like some sort of action hero badass instead of the nerd that he is.

So Old Grant fires upon Young Grant in order to continue protecting the kids, claiming that Young Grant will kill them in a week if they stay with him. He squirrels them away in the Bug Van and they ride off, leaving Young Grant in the dust.

Black Science, Issue #5

MAYBE IF I SCREAM LOUDER WE’LL BE SAVED FASTER!

Old Grant is going to rescue the kids. He’s going to bring them home. He’s going to stop at nothing. And once it’s done, no one will ever speak of this unpleasantness ever again. He reports that he picked up the kids and saw the rest of the Anarchist League, including Young Rebecca. This must be important for later. Perhaps Old Rebecca is Dead Rebecca??

Old Grant’s team tries to get a lock on him. Pia grabs a wrench and smacks him right in the kisser, which breaks his concentration long enough to plow into a merchant stand or something? It’s unclear. Meanwhile, Young Grant stole a bug horse and is now trailing his future self, trying to find them in the marketplace. He has some rather self-deprecating internal monologue, stuff like “I’m a shit father” and “fuck me”.

Meanwhile, Old Grant has a kid in each hand and they’re all running up the street while Pia screams for help. Old Grant punches a bird alien that gets in his way.

“You… you killed him…” gasps Pia.

“He’s not real,” claims Old Grant. Sure, Pops, nothing’s real. Not even love. Or overpopulation.

But she’s real.

And who is she exactly?

“Mom?” says Nate. And there, in the flesh, is Sara. Hidden in some sort of hut. She gets on her knees and braces for hugs.

“I’ve been trying to tell you, we’re here to save you, Pia,” Old Grant smiles with that punchable face. “We’re your real parents.”

Nate suddenly gets skeptical. “You’re not my mom…” he says in a quiet voice. Young Grant pops in the hut to confirm this while training a gun on Old Grant.

Black Science, Issue #5

Listen, how about we each take one? I call dibs on the snot-nosed little boy.

Old Grant and Not-Sara tell Young Grant to let them go. They’ll be safer without you. You suck and whatnot. “You don’t deserve them…” says Not-Sara.

“I also created the Pillar,” says Old Grant. “It was also sabotaged. Only instead of jumping, as yours did, mine exploded…”

“…it killed my babies,” Not-Sara cries. “My Pia. My Nathan.”

Blah blah blah the Pillar is dangerous. The entire Everyverse is in danger every time the thing jumps. Ripping holes in the fabrics and all that. “We follow through the cracks left in others’ wakes. The damage to the walls has already been done. We stop ignorant fools–” Old Grant points an accusing finger “–like you from decimating reality!”

Here’s the long and short of it: Every Grant McKay gets his kids killed. It happens with every Grant McKay that Old Grant has ever bumped into. And there have been a lot of Grant McKays out there. So, hand over the children and they’ll be safe!

Young Grant blasts the ground at their feet. “Fuck off out of here or I’ll kill you.”

Old Grant and Not-Sara give up. For now. They’ll be back, trust them. But first, a word of advice: “Kadir was the saboteur. Kadir is always the saboteur. Kill him before he can further endanger our children.”

Well ain’t that a twist! By now, the rest of the Anarchist League are in the marketplace looking for Grant and the kids. But, since Grant and the kids have finished their business, they emerge from the hut.

“What the hell is going on?” Kadir asks, dumbfounded. “What happened?”

Grant cold-cocks the motherfucker. “You happened.”

Then the Pillar jumps. Now they’re on the rim of a cold, inactive volcano. Grant pulls a gun on Kadir, much to the rest of the team’s dismay. “He killed Ward. He killed Jen. Got us all stranded in the God Damned mess!”

Kadir feigns ignorance, but Grant presses the issue! “Why did you sabotage the Pillar?!”

Kadir slaps the gun out of Grant’s hand and claims that it was Rebecca who sabotaged the Pillar, not him. “And if you hadn’t spent the last eight years fucking her, maybe you wouldn’t be so blind!”

Now you’ve gone and done it. Grant is filled with so much rage that he tackles Kadir down into the volcano.

…which appears to actually be an engineered structure filled with intelligent apes.

Final Thoughts

Weird comic! This particular issue didn’t have any illustrated barely-clothed ladies, so let’s work on that next time please.