BATMAN: THE ADVENTURES CONTINUE returns this Spring for another “season” of action and suspense with the Dark Knight and his allies and enemies. You can read it online at Comixology (among others) first, and then pick up the print issue in stores a month later. See you back in Gotham City, starting 5/6/21!
Even with in-person Halloween plans quashed, a witch with a proper crystal ball can still enjoy scary movies.
Being a witch at Halloween is fun. A witch forced to stay in over Halloween – not so much. Eight months of isolation is gonna take its toll, magic powers or not.
I wonder if she knows she’s adding coffee to her tea. That’s a tired li’l witch.
Here’s Polly Green rendered Chibi-style by the awesome Amy Mebberson.
Our good friend Amy Mebberson did this whimsical and slightly wicked rendering of Katrina Van Tassel from the “Sleepy Hollow” section of Disney’s “The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad.” Though Katy was skilled in
attracting Ichabod’s attention and leading him on, this image suggests she might have been even more adept at scaring him off once she felt he served his purpose. And when you recall Ichabod was even more desirous of Katrina’s
wealth than he was of the heiress herself, who can blame her?
Since the pandemic set in, Polly’s been spending a lot more time baking than brewing.
Batman Black & White returns to book and comic stores this December, and I got to do an amazing story with the awesome Andy Kubert.
See you in the Batcave soon!
However you work, rest or play, be like Jenna and enjoy your Labor Day!
Sometime in the late 1980’s, the exact date escapes me, I was walking down Hollywood Blvd near Musso Frank’s, when I heard a cheerful voice hail me from inside a gorgeous white Rolls Royce. “Hello, Brother!” The mellifluous voice sang. Curious, I glanced in and saw the beaming face of Little Richard. He gestured for me to come closer, and, knowing darn well to never turn down an invite from that awesome King of Rock and Roll, I did. I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head which was “Why, Little Richard! Hello! What are you doing here?” “I am spreading the word of Jesus!” His Awesomeness proclaimed, and presented me with a bible. “I’d like you to have this. Now, you read the bible, don’t cha?” He asked, the “cha” arching up almost into his famous upper register shriek. I said I did and rattled off the first bible selection I could think of, which was some garbled version of Luke Chapter 2, inept enough to have made Linus Van Pelt throw his blanket over his head in disgust. Still, the King seemed delighted I had produced anything vaguely scriptural on request. “That’s right!” He exclaimed. “That’s where it all began!” We shook hands, Little Richard saying a fast prayer as we did, and he wished me blessings. I waved good bye and went off with my new bible. For half a block I was simply in stunned amazement at the bizarre but wonderful randomness that had just happened. Then I uttered the only thing I possibly could under the circumstances: “Well…Whomp-bomb-a-loo-momp-a-whomp-bam-boom!”
Thanks for the good book, Your Highness. Peace.