higher, further, faster: Captain Marvel has set a new record for comments….


It’s not entirely surprising to see which movies in “4-Color to 35-Millimeter: The Great Superhero Movie Rewatch” get lots of comments and which ones don’t. If the movie has Superman or Batman or the X-Men in it, or if it’s part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, then it’s likely to get tons more comment than if any of those things aren’t true.

But today Captain Marvel finally unseated Avengers: Age of Ultron for the top spot in most comments. Can’t say I’m surprised, given how much this movie meant to a lot of people and, conversely, how many people are really invested in trashing this movie about a powerful woman, gee gosh golly whillikers. Plus there’s the people in the middle who are neither enthusiastic about it nor revolted by it, who have made their voices heard as well.

Here’s the current leaderboard (all those with 75 comments or more):

  1. 180: Captain Marvel
  2. 173: Avengers: Age of Ultron
  3. 168: Man of Steel
  4. 167: The Dark Knight Rises
  5. 133: Captain America: The First Avenger
  6. 121: Iron Man 3
  7. 121: Captain America: The Winter Soldier
  8. 118: X-Men
  9. 113: Ant-Man
  10. 108: Superman, Superman II, Superman III, and Superman IV: The Quest for Peace
  11. 107: The Dark Knight
  12. 106: Watchmen
  13. 104: Iron Man
  14. 102: Deadpool 2
  15. 96: The Amazing Spider-Man
  16. 96: Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice
  17. 93: Thor: The Dark World
  18. 92: X-Men: The Last Stand
  19. 90: Justice League
  20. 89: Wonder Woman (2017)
  21. 88: Avengers
  22. 83: Suicide Squad
  23. 82: Spider-Man (2002)
  24. 82: Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman
  25. 80: Flash Gordon (1980) and Flash Gordon (2007)
  26. 80: Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets
  27. 79: Thor
  28. 79: X-Men: Days of Future Past
  29. 76: Spider-Man 2
  30. 76: Guardians of the Galaxy
  31. 76: Fantastic Four (2015)

4-Color to 35-Millimeter: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2


“He said, ‘Welcome to the frickin’ Guardians of the Galaxy.’ Only he didn’t say ‘frickin’.’”

”I’m Mary Poppins, y’all!”

”I am Groot.”

The great superhero movie rewatch does Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2.

An excerpt:

But as with the first film, the real stars are Bradley Cooper, Vin Diesel, and especially Karen Gillan. Nebula’s anguish and pain is etched on every blue pore of Gillan’s face, as she perfectly embodies the victim of abuse that she and Gamora both are after being raised by the mad Titan. And Cooper and Diesel continue to be a delight, with Diesel making every (now high-pitched) “I am Groot” meaningful, while Cooper makes Rocket the most complex character—and, yet, still the funniest. He gets all the best lines—in a movie full of great ones—and also has the most pathos and one of the strongest emotional journeys.

a nice review of The Case of the Claw


Heather Grove on her Errant Dreams blog has reviewed my 2011 novel The Case of the Claw, the first story featuring the Super City Police Department. It’s a very favorable review, too!

An excerpt:

The pacing is excellent, with the police commissioner and mayor raining crap down on Garcia’s head with every day that goes by without the Claw having been apprehended. People continue to die, and various calamities pull the police in all different directions. There’s a hostage situation, a Pulitzer-winning gruff journalist, heroes with names like “Spectacular Man” and “The Bruiser,” and nifty pieces of technology passed along by Ms. Terrific. It’s satisfying as both a mystery and a super hero story!

15 years of karate and counting


On 20 September 2019, I spent four hours at the dojo. I taught a private lesson, I did two separate hours working with black-belt promotion candidates on various things they need to know, and I had my usual Friday night fighting class.

This was appropriate behavior for that day, as it was also the fifteenth anniversary of the day I stepped into the dojo for the first time.

On 20 September 2004, at the age of 35 and facing myriad physical infirmities, and having spent my entire adult life not exercising anything but my futility, I decided to take up martial arts.

Fifteen years later, I’m a third-degree black belt, one of the senior members of the dojo, one of the regular teachers at the dojo, and if you’d told me sixteen years ago that that would be the case, I’d have thought you were talking to the wrong person. But becoming a karateka has been one of the best things I’ve done with my life. Besides the physical and mental benefits, it’s also turned me into a teacher, which I absolutely love doing.

So happy anniversary to my karate career. Here’s to the next fifteen years…..


(The picture is the oldest one I could find of me doing karate, from my promotion to advanced green belt in 2007. I couldn’t find any pics of me from any earlier, sadly.)


4-Color to 35-Millimeter: Captain Marvel


We kick off Phase 3 of the Marvel Cinematic Universe with the chronologically earliest one of the bunch, Captain Marvel, which mostly takes place in 1995 (with bits in 1989 and 2019). The great superhero movie rewatch looks at the MCU’s long overdue first solo female-led film.

An excerpt:

This is a truly magnificent movie, an absolute delight from beginning to end. Great performances, great writing, great directing, plus a nice inversion of the origin formula that Marvel has used a bit too often. It took fourteen years for there to be a Marvel movie that starred a woman by herself as the solo lead, and indeed it was the failure of Elektra (a bad spinoff of a bad movie) and Catwoman the same year that was often cited as “proof” that women can’t lead superhero films. Strangely, the failures of Hulk and Daredevil two years earlier didn’t lead to similar complaints about men leading superhero films. Wonder why…

Many of the dopey complaints that have been made about this movie (I hasten to add, not all the complaints—there are legitimate criticisms to be made of the film) are pretty much just code for “I don’t wanna watch a movie with a girl.”

a great review of Alien: Isolation


Every once in a while, as an author you get a review that makes you punch the air and say, “Yes! They got it! Woo!”

This is one such: Amy Walker of the Trans Scribe book review blog reviewed Alien: Isolation, and she totally got what I was going for.

An excerpt:

Decandido doesn’t just build this new backstory, but has the difficult job of condensing down the whole game-play scenario into a story that wont leave readers bored. Whilst walking through countless corridors for hours on end worked for the game, thanks in large part to the massive levels of tension the game built, it wasn’t going to make an entertaining read. Thankfully, the books narrative is able to capture a lot of this atmosphere, and hits all of the major beats of the game.

This doesn’t just include the big story moments, which of course would be included, but little things like the scrawled graffiti players find on the walls, Amanda making smoke-bombs out of scrap materials, and having to collect tools to progress through the station. Sometimes game adaptations can feel like poor novels as the writers work hard to include as much of the game-play experience as they can. I found this to be true in the Resident Evil novel series, where the game adaptations were not quite as good as the stories that the writer was able to craft themselves. Thankfully, this kind of thing didn’t happen here, largely thanks to the inclusion of all of the backstory segments.

from Patreon: toxic masculinity and Carol Danvers

I wrote this piece in February, originally submitting it to Tor.com as part of the ramp-up to the release of Captain Marvel. However, Tor was inundated with pitches, and they decided to pass on it, so I ran it on Patreon instead. With my rewatch of Captain Marvel coming this Friday on Tor.com, I thought it would be good to run this rant about the appalling treatment of Carol Danvers in the leadup to Avengers #200 in 1980. Every once in a while it’s good to see that, as crappy as things are, it used to be a lot worse.

My first exposure to Carol Danvers was in her Ms. Marvel identity, specifically in the 1977 trade paperback The Superhero Women. One of a bunch of reprint anthologies Simon & Schuster published in the late 1970s, presented by Stan Lee, this volume included important stories featuring various female characters, among them the debut issue of Ms. Marvel published the same year the book came out. It was part of my introduction to Marvel’s heroes, and eventually I started buying much of Marvel’s stable—including the comics featuring the X-Men and the Avengers.

The ones that really stuck out in my head, beyond that initial introduction, were Avengers #200 and Avengers Annual #10, published in, respectively, 1980 and 1981.

I picked up the annual as a back issue a few years after it was published. I’d been reading Uncanny X-Men, and Danvers started showing up as a supporting character. I knew she’d been Ms. Marvel from that Superhero Women trade, but she had apparently had her powers stolen by the villain Rogue. So I tracked down the issue where that happened.

Most of the annual is a pretty straightforward battle between the Avengers and the then-recently-formed Mystique-led version of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. But the issue opens with Danvers having her powers and memory stolen by Rogue.

With the help of Professor Charles Xavier, the X-Men’s mentor and a powerful telepath, Danvers gets many of her memories back, and the final pages of the annual are her upbraiding the Avengers for their behavior in Danvers’s previous appearance in Avengers #200. This led me to then tracking down that issue as well.

Danvers was originally created in 1968 as a supporting character in the stories featuring Captain Mar-Vell of the Kree, a.k.a. Captain Marvel—first in Marvel Super-Heroes, then in Captain Marvel. She became the hero Ms. Marvel in her self-titled first issue (the one I read in The Superhero Women), as Marvel was trying very hard to keep up with the current trends and have a “women’s libber” as a headliner.

While Ms. Marvel only lasted twenty-three issues, the character also appeared on and off in Avengers, where her strength and independence made the very old-fashioned Wonder Man very uncomfortable.

The storyline that culminated in the landmark 200th issue of Avengers is one that I read then, and read now, and continue to be utterly appalled every single time I read it.

Over the course of the previous several issues, there’d been a subplot where Danvers collapsed on a beach while walking with the Scarlet Witch, and turned out to be three months pregnant, despite not having actually had sex in the previous three months. (That wasn’t spoken out loud, but merely implied heavily, as it was 1980 and the Comics Code Authority didn’t let you talk about such stuff openly.)

Danvers gives birth at the top of issue #200. She herself is appalled by the whole thing, and feels used—but the rest of the Avengers are mostly all giddy and happy about her having a baby. Never mind that the pregnancy can’t possibly be natural, you’ve got the Wasp being all coo-ey, the Beast playing teddy bear to the kid, and the rest of the Avengers expressing surprisingly little concern for Danvers.

It gets worse when the baby grows up in a day’s time, and turns out to be the son of the time-master Immortus. When Immortus disappeared (due to time-travel shenanigans in a previous Avengers issue), Marcus found himself bored all alone in Immortus’s time-neutral realm of Limbo. So he kidnapped Danvers, wooed her for weeks, and eventually they fell in love.

Well, kinda. He wanted a way to get to Earth, and Marcus himself describes the process thusly: “While I knew Immortus’s devices could bend your will to mine, I didn’t want you that way. And so I set about…winning you.” And then on the next page: “Finally, after relative weeks of such efforts—and, admittedly, with a subtle boost from Immortus’ machines—you became mine.” To be clear, the technical term for this is rape. Then he sent her back to Earth a half-second after he took her, with no memory of what happened.

He built a machine to stabilize himself so his presence on Earth wouldn’t be disruptive to the timestream. (Because of him, time was becoming wonky, with dinosaurs and futuristic gun emplacements and knights in shining armor all parading through New York.) Unfortunately, because he was parsimonious with details of who he was and what he was doing, Hawkeye assumed he was a bad guy and destroyed his machine, meaning he’d have to return to Limbo.

And then Danvers offers to go with him out of the blue. She says she has a connection to him and that she’s been denying her feelings for a long time (because as we all know, feminists are really just women who are trying so hard to be liberated that they forget how to be women, ack, gack, barf), and she goes with him, not even saying goodbye to the other Avengers, just buggering off with this random interdimensional rapist dude.

Said random dude has, at this point done the following: kidnapped Danvers, tried to “win” her by kidnapping more people (William Shakespeare to write her a sonnet, Ludwig von Beethoven to perform a piece of music in her honor, and, my favorite, Marie Antoinette to put her in silk dresses, because that’s what ladies want, am I right, guys?), used “a subtle boost from Immortus’ machines” (nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more) to make her fall in love with him, had sex with her against her will, wiped her memory of that entire thing, placed himself inside her body and simulated a pregnancy on fast-forward (thus freaking her the hell out), and then grew from an infant to adulthood in a day, revealing himself to be the son of one of the Avengers’ most powerful foes.

And when she decides to go with him, do the Avengers say, “Uh, no, maybe don’t go off with the crazy person who kidnapped and brainwashed and raped you”? No, they just let her go. Thor gives them a lift back to Limbo, for crying out loud.

The ways in which this was appalling are legion, as a character who has been one of Marvel’s strongest female characters is written out of the Marvel Universe so she can go off and have a love affair with her combination rapist/son. The yucky butch feminist gets to do what women really want: have a baby and live happily ever after with a good-looking man, and better yet, they’re both the same guy!

Luckily, it only lasted a year. Chris Claremont—by this time, one of Marvel’s powerhouse writers, as he was responsible for scripting Uncanny X-Men, Marvel’s best-selling and most acclaimed title—wrote the 1981 Avengers Annual for the express purpose of calling Avengers #200 out. Indeed, Claremont’s position as Marvel’s rock star writer is probably why he was able to get away with it, given that Avengers #200 was scripted by David Michelinie—one of Marvel’s stalwarts—based on a plot by Michelinie, artists George Pérez (who also penciled the issue) and Bob Layton, and Marvel’s editor-in-chief Jim Shooter. (Four guys plotted this story, and it never occurred to any of them that celebrating one of their flagship team titles’ 200th issue with an interdimensional space rape was perhaps not a great idea…) Claremont was also the primary writer on Ms. Marvel‘s comic from 1977-1979, having taken over scripting chores with issue #3 and continuing until it was cancelled with issue #23 (and beyond, as #24 was written and illustrated and #25 was partially done when the cancellation order came in; those two issues were eventually finished and released in two issues of Marvel Super-Heroes in 1992).

In the annual, Claremont established that Marcus continued to age rapidly when he returned to Limbo, and grew old and died in a matter of weeks. Once he died, his brainwashing of Danvers ended, and she was able to work her way back to Earth. Livid at the Avengers, Danvers moved to San Francisco, and never even contacted her former teammates.

I didn’t read Avengers #200 until after reading the annual, so I was a bit biased, having first encountered the story as described in flashback, but I can imagine that readers encountering it for the first time in 1980 probably thought it was a love story with a happy ending. After all, isn’t that what every woman wants? Sigh.

The phrase “toxic masculinity” wasn’t really a thing in the 1980s when I read those comics as a teenager, but the story of Ms. Marvel’s “love affair” with Marcus is a classic example of it. Marcus’s behavior is criminal, yet the Avengers go along with it because it’s twue wuv! Never mind that Marcus said right there in front of them that he used “a subtle boost from Immortus’ machines,” thus clearly making it a sexual assault.

That’s honestly the part that I had a problem with even as a teenager in the Reagan years. Marcus said he didn’t want Danvers by brainwashing her with the fancy-shmancy technology in Limbo, but we only had his word for that—and even then, he admitted to using that technology. And none of the other Avengers thought it was odd that this teammate who, let’s face it, wore her feminism on her sleeve would just go off with this asshole who was reduced to roofie-ing her with technology after he failed to woo her with poetry, music, and fancy dresses. (That fancy dresses thing still bugs me. I mean, Marie Antoinette? She was dressed by other people, what makes you think she’d even know where to find a nice dress? Would’ve made more sense to have Marcus kidnap the royal seamstress, or whatever, but that would’ve required caring about the nuances of 18th-century work done by women.) Oh, and she goes off to live happily ever after with the guy she gave birth to, and nobody thinks that’s weird…

But if you look back through Ms. Marvel’s tenure on the team for the previous twenty or so issues, after Michelinie took over from Shooter as the regular writer, you see that she’s regularly marginalized and belittled. Often her feminist pronouncements are shot down by one of her teammates, or she makes defensive assumptions about said teammates that are also shot down. Right before she collapses from nausea from her sudden super-fast pregnancy, she’s convincing the Scarlet Witch that it’s okay to not want to have children, at which point she becomes pregnant herself, as her punishment, I guess, for saying such a horrible thing. (It’s not just Ms. Marvel, mind you. The Wasp’s effectiveness as a hero is virtually nonexistent during this run, and at one point Hawkeye defeats the Shi’ar villain Deathbird, and right before she’s carried off to prison, he grabs her and kisses her as something to remember him by. Shudder.)

However, what makes this a memorable Carol Danvers story to me isn’t what led up to it, but the final story that told the truth about Marcus in Avengers Annual #10. Danvers speaks a brutal truth to the Avengers, telling them that they screwed up. That was impressive as hell to me as a teenager, that the superheroes could actually be wrong, and admit to it.

Danvers herself says in the annual: “You screwed up, Avengers. That’s human. What’s also human is the ability to learn from those mistakes, to grow, to mature. If you do that—even a little—then perhaps what I went through will have a positive meaning.”

And Danvers was prophetic in one sense: getting her out of the Avengers and becoming a supporting character in the X-Men led to her being experimented on by the Brood and being transformed into the immensely powerful Binary. The tagline of the 2012 Captain Marvel series in which Danvers finally took on the Captain Marvel name (having previously gone by Ms. Marvel, Binary, and Warbird) was “Earth’s Mightiest Hero,” and it was gaining those powers in the pages of Uncanny X-Men #163-164 that led to her deserving that description. And she wouldn’t have been with the X-Men on their adventure against the Brood (a classic six-issue storyline from 1982-1983 that marked Paul Smith’s debut as the artist on the book about halfway through) if she hadn’t been so utterly trashed as a character in Avengers.

4-Color to 35-Millimeter: Fantastic Four (2015), Marvel’s Inhumans, and Venom


With all my travelling, I haven’t updated y’all with my superhero movie rewatches. Sorry about that. The last three weeks, I’ve covered three Marvel properties that are a) not part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe directly and b) terrible. We’ve got the 2015 Fantastic Four, which takes far too much from the awful Ultimate Fantastic Four comic2017’s Marvel’s Inhumans, the first two episodes of the horrendous TV miniseries released theatrically due to a partnership with IMAX to make it, and 2018’s Venom, a Spider-Man-adjacent movie that wasn’t allowed to reference Spider-Man.

Some excerpts:

Fantastic Four:

It’s funny, one of the reasons for the wholesale changes to the FF’s origin is because a lot of the origin from 1961 is dumber than a box of hammers. Richards and Grimm taking the space flight made sense, but Susan’s insistence on going along just because she’s dating Richards is specious at best, and Johnny’s reasoning is literally, “And I’m taggin’ along with sis—so it’s settled.” And yet, while they gave Johnny and Susan actual reasons to be part of the science project that gives them powers, they fail to manage it with Grimm, as turning it into a capsule that travels dimensions removes the need for a pilot.

Instead, Grimm comes along because Richards wants him there, which is no better than “And I’m taggin’ along with sis—so it’s settled.”



One of the reasons why S.H.I.E.L.D., Daredevil, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Iron Fist, the Punisher, and Peggy Carter all worked on television is because they’re all smaller scale. Most of the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (past and present) are normal folks with cool toys, and the occasional super-powered foe. The folks done on Netflix are all street-level and don’t require much by way of fancy-shmancy F/X.

The Inhumans, though, are a whole ‘nother kettle of beeswax, he says, mixing his metaphors. All the Inhumans have significant powers, and they also include a big dog and an exotic hidden city.

Doing all this on a TV budget is just asking for trouble, and Inhumans doesn’t just ask, but begs for it. 



I actually liked this movie less than I did a year ago when I first saw it in that theatre. Billing itself as a different kind of superhero movie, Venom is, in fact, exactly the same kind of superhero movie that we’ve seen a billion times before. The formula for an origin story is painstakingly followed: flawed person has difficulties, gets superpowers, adjusts to the powers, realizes they need to become a hero, fights bad guy in action-packed climax, lather, rinse, repeat. We’ve seen it before in Iron ManSpider-Man (both the 1977 and 2002 versions), Doctor Strange (both the 1978 and 2016 versions), The Amazing Spider-ManSwamp ThingThe RocketeerSteel, Spawnthe 1987 The SpiritHulkWitchbladeCatwomanBatman BeginsGreen LanternAnt-Man, Captain Marvel, and Shazam! with team-up versions in Generation XGuardians of the Galaxy, and Suicide Squad. Not to mention variations on it in two Wonder Woman movies and Thor.

I’ll be at RocCon this weekend


It’s September, so it must be RocCon! This Rochester pop-culture con has been a good con for me for several years now, and I’m doing it again this year, even though I’ve been to cons each of the last two weekends. Yes, I’m insane.

RocCon is gonna be this weekend, Saturday and Sunday only, now at the Main Street Armory in Rochester.

I’ll be spending most of my time in the dealer area selling and signing books, and also Wrenn’s stuffies, but I’m also doing some programming!


1.30-2.30pm: Michael Dorn Q & A, which I’ll be moderating (Panel Room 3)

3.30-4.30pm: Costume Contest, which I’ll be co-MCing with Squally (Panel Room 3)


12.30-1.30pm: I’m giving a talk/Q & A on the upcoming Picard show (Panel Room 1)

3.30-4.30pm: Costume Contest, which I’ll again be co-MCing with Squally (Panel Room 3)


Hope to see folks there!


eighteen years…

On this day, eighteen years ago some people flew planes into buildings. It was the textbook definition of a terrorist attack, one designed to scare us and to ruin our way of life. It is a day I will never forget, as I spent it sitting on my couch watching the live coverage and being appalled and scared and frightened and curious and confused and every other possible emotion.

Everyone’s talking about how the day “changed everything,” and they’re both right and wrong. In so many ways, it worked 100% as a terrorist attack and as a ruination of our way of life, from the passing of the PATRIOT Act (the most despicable law this country had passed to that point, in my not-so-humble opinion), to the current fetish for imprisoning or refusing entry to brown-skinned people who mistakenly believe the words on the base of the Statue of Liberty, to Islamophobia and racism spiking to the point that we somehow elected a white supremacist to be president, to our government performing torture in violation of good sense and human rights (it’s not a coincidence that actionable intelligence on al-Qaeda didn’t start showing up until the torture stopped and humane interrogations began; torture is only useful to torture people, as an interrogation tool, it’s useless and counterproductive), to the insane contortions air travellers have to go through for imagined and wholly nonexistent “security.” It fooled people into thinking that George W. Bush was a strong president, leading to the only presidential election since 1988 where the Republican got more votes than the Democrat; it fooled people into thinking Rudy Giuliani was a good mayor (and he did handle the aftermath of the crisis well — but then, fascists are at their most useful in such circumstances). And it led to two wars, only one of which had anything to do with the event, and both of which were quagmires with appalling loss of life on all sides.

Congratulations, Mr. bin Laden. You won.