Sitting in the doctor’s office. Waiting. Sooner or later they want me to come back to the lab area for yet another blood draw.
Julie and I both had to do blood draws today. I snarled, “This is what we do now instead of date night, I guess,” and she beamed at me and said, “It’s a lab date!”
The woman I married, everyone.
Except Swedish Hospital has screwed it up AGAIN. Third time in the last two weeks.
See, we’ve been here over an hour waiting for Swedish to–wait for it–FAX the order for my blood draw over, because there’s got to be a paper copy and printing a PDF from an email is too newfangled and technological, or something. Told flatly to wait till it gets here. Called and asked what the hangup was and was told it had been sent half an hour ago. Yes, to the number I gave them.
Julie was done over an hour ago, of course.
Faxes used to be instantaneous. Thirty years ago.
Apparently Kaiser hasn’t cracked the technology yet. Or Swedish hasn’t. One of them. So I’m sitting and playing with my phone. My mind wanders from one thing to another. Like this….
At least half of my affection for Hawkman is Joe Kubert ‘s artwork. Without him, it just isn’t the same.
Still love that first story where Hawkman and Hawkgirl have to punch a dinosaur in the face, just as much as I did when I was twelve.
That said, I have enjoyed the last couple of Hawkman trade collections from Robert Venditti.
Venditti is another one of those journeyman writer guys at DC like Peter Tomasi. Not necessarily setting the world on fire, often given the thankless job of following a star, but he’s dependably entertaining. I liked his Legion, I liked his Green Lantern, and I was really getting into his Hawkman.
The art’s all over the place, we started with Bryan Hitch and ended with Fernando Pasarin– but they’re keeping it consistent and they know how to tell a story and still do big flying visuals.
The latest volume, Hawks Eternal, seems like a series finale. If so, it’s pretty good. Extra credit to Venditti for mostly ducking all the Batman-Who-Laughs crossover crap, which is a remarkable feat considering Hawkman was one of the Infected.
Sad to hear of the passing of Henry Darrow. We always liked him here, whether it was The High Chaparral…
…or Harry O…
…or being Zorro’s dad…
Whatever he was in, he seemed to be having a lot of fun, even when he was leaning into the drama. I don’t know if this was how he was in real life, but he seemed to just like being Henry Darrow and talking to fans and all the rest of it.
We liked the idea of him out there hanging at Western autograph shows and whatnot, and we were sorry to hear of his passing.
I confess that I am honestly baffled by the excitement over the Snyder cut of JUSTICE LEAGUE, especially after years of online bitching about how DC movies are too dark. A guy whose vision is based on every shitty nineties ‘grim-n-gritty’ trope in comics is not the guy I want making a DC movie.
Especially since the big selling point seems to be the new cut’s darker and more serious. I’m sticking with the CW’S CRISIS ON EARTH X as the one that nailed the JLA vibe. More fun and you can see what is going on, even.
Still thinking about what I want from a JLA movie. More I think about it, the more I circle back to the 1990s relaunch. Either New World Order or Tower of Babel. Slightly leaning towards the first but either one would work. Give me seventy million and I’ll make it happen. First call is Tyler Hoechlin and the second one is Kevin Conroy. Keep Jason Momoa and Gal Gadot.
Introduce John Stewart as Green Lantern, maybe Phil Lamarr–he’s even the right age now and his voice alone would sell it!– and bring in someone like Adam Rayner as an older Barry Allen.
And Mads Mikkelsen, Angela Bassett, and Keith David as White Martians.
Imagine Keith David frantically looking around while Conroy’s voice sneers, “I know who you are,” with Mikkelsen yelling over the comm, “He’s just a normal man!” And Hoechlin as Superman gasping, “The most… dangerous…man…on Earth…”
But of course no Super-mullet.
Call me, Warner’s.
Sigh. Now I’m sad.
We gave up. Two hours to send a fucking fax. They said come back tomorrow. Kaiser staff were super gracious. Swedish staff is now 0 for 3 with us, for those keeping score at home.
So Julie is snoozing on the couch while I am watching CSI: Miami and screwing around online. Because in our house, crime time…
…is nap time.
Back next week with something cool. And maybe more coherent.
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