When Jim Lee and Marc Silvestri and all those X-Men artists I loved packed up and started Image Comics and its various subsidiaries, I followed, mesmerized by the shiny covers and promises of badass babes. This was the age of the Bad Girl: empowered women in spine-violating, perky-nippled poses. Somewhere deep inside me, my inner feminist screamed in confusion. The rest of me just enjoyed the grittier, shinier, boobier versions of the X-Men that Image Comics called WildC.A.T.S. and Cyberforce. Soon enough I was adding other titles like Gen13 and Wetworks and Codename: Strykeforce to my pull list.
This is my mindspill. Mostly about comics, books, video games, movies of the science fiction and fantasy leanings. Sometimes recipes and parenting stuff will sneak in, along with a real world rant or two.