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Name: Tom King


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    Sometimes, Goddamnit, you’ve god to resist the nit pick. Finishing this story, my head was full of a half dozen…

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    OK, review first, quickly, then to the argument. As has been noted elsewhere, this was a beautifully drawn and semi-competently…

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    The pitch was probably pretty easy. It’s the X-files, but with dogs! The strange mysteries of a strange town will…

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    Bedhead's Recent Comments
    March 26, 2010 7:18 pm The trick about the silver age covers is that they were often mysteries for the writer as well as the audience.  The editors gave the writers a cover (usually an odd moment, sometimes featuring a monkey or perhaps a misshapen earth--the two best selling categories) and asked them to explain how this came to be.  That, and the cap cover kicks ass.    
    March 19, 2010 7:20 am Very nice, well written review.  Especially like "panels that go on for days"--a little ifanpoetry.  
    March 17, 2010 10:17 pm Awesomely awesome.
    March 12, 2010 10:01 am

    Is that the dad from Power Pack on the couch?  

    Man, some sentences age you.  Other's nerd you.

    March 9, 2010 2:19 pm Striker just makes me think of Airplane II.  Cap will inevitably yell "Striker! Striker now!" and Hank Pym will think it's his time to shine. 
    March 5, 2010 7:49 pm My favorite all time marvel character.  Awesome.  
    March 5, 2010 11:12 am

    One can only assume that Batman lost his belt and subsequently, inevitably, his pants.  

    "Hello, Operator.  This is the Batman, I've lost my pants.  Yes, again." 

    March 4, 2010 8:41 am Nice review.  Dropped this back at the MTV/reality story line, but will pick up the Meltzer trade.
    March 3, 2010 9:18 pm Man, I am in my 30s, I have a kid, I'm successful, and though these things look pretty cool, I can't look at them and not think that somehow, somewhere, some brutish 13 year old from 1990 is going to beat me up.