the part where superman gets shot in the eyeball in the new
superman movie was fun, the t.v. series smallville is consistently good,
especially cause kristen kreuk is fun to look at, but since the day i been into comics, i've waited for the superman
story to rival frank miller's batman stories, and i found it with mark russell's
superman stories, even though it's not technically a comic , you
won't find a better son of jor-el tale out there, he's the kilgore trout of
krypton , it's like he wrote the story using that green crystal in the fortress
of solitude. i pray for the day he lets me illustrate one of his stories
well mark let me do the cover
and on the cover we have supes
with his pompador
his cape is his favorite " banky"
it was a wash day
he's in his tighty whities
and sports socks
he's got a "slayer " shirt on but duct taped out "LAYER"
so he's got the slayer "S"
and two of dr. simius' apes
http://dreadful-blog.livejournal.com/
If you'd like to order a copy directly, you can order one online at www.powells.com or more cheaply by sending $5 per copy directly to my business address at:
The Penny Dreadful
3148 SE Salmon Ste C
Portland, OR 97214
Please make any checks payable to Mark Russell.
What follows is a brief excerpt from Superman Stories II:
As the novelty of married life wore off, Superman and Lois decided to spice things up by getting cable television. This was also part of their resolution to start doing more things at home, since meals eaten in restaurants and trips to the movie theater were increasingly accompanied by unpleasantness. If there was some sort of problem with the bill, or if somebody was talking or kicking their seat at a movie theater, a single sharp stare or an angry word from Superman would usually send waiters into a blubbering torrent of apologies or cause the offending group of moviegoers to get up and leave the theater, rather than risk offending Superman further. These inevitable conflicts left Superman with the unenviable choice of enduring abuse in silence or speaking up and feeling guilty about it afterwards. Better to just stay home and avoid the dilemma altogether, Superman decided.
Soon after getting cable TV, Superman discovered what would soon become his favorite television show: Animal Cops. Superman found himself spending hours lying on the couch, watching episode after episode of the true-life rescues of neglected and battered animals.
On one episode, there was a story about a dog who had run away from home and somehow made his way onto the interstate highway. Mid-day traffic had all but crawled to a halt as the dog galloped blithely towards Chicago. As the dog created mayhem and disruption in the lives of everyone around him, Superman was suddenly reminded of his old companion, Superdog.
On another episode, the Animal Cops raided the house of a man who had illegally been keeping a tiger in his back yard. They had to coax the massive beast into the back of a van with a hunk of chicken. Their normal van, which was equipped with cages and harnesses, was at the mechanic's shop. Instead, they had to use their personal car.
Transporting a 600 pound Bengal tiger with razor-sharp claws and three-inch fangs in a twenty-year-old Dodge Caravan turned out to be something of a bad idea. The feeling of movement underneath its feet upset the tiger, a feeling it expressed with a deafening roar. The driver heard the tiger fidgeting restlessly, and glanced back nervously from time to time to check on the animal. The only restraint, physical or spiritual, which kept the agitated tiger from killing everyone on board was a ludicrously flimsy leash held by a sixty-year-old woman. She tried to calm the animal by shaking a small baby rattle while saying his name.
"Charlie Bacon..." she called out to him tenuously, the rattle shaking in accompaniment. "Charlie Bacon...."
To everybody's relief, the tiger eventually settled into the experience and for the rest of the journey, Charlie Bacon contentedly perched his head just inside the van's back window and quietly watched the other cars on the freeway as they sailed past. Every now and then a driver would look up to find a 600 lb Bengal tiger staring back at them from the rear window of a 1985 Dodge Caravan, causing them slam on the brakes in terror, nervously change lanes or take the next exit off the freeway.
Superman wondered if this might also be the way people felt about him.
