My friend
Robert has been
upset because he gave me a present about a month ago, and I haven't blogged about it yet.
Well, for
obvious reasons, I wanted to wait until closer to Christmas:

You know, as
Grant Morrison continues in his quest top make every
Batman story "count," I sincerely hope he doesn't forget
this:

Our story?
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Hitman?!? Yeah, that sounds like a
good children's Christmas tale--"Hey, kids, all of your Xmas icons are really
murderous gangsters!!"
And exactly
how does one send a singing telegram to Batman? Does
Western Union have the
Batcave's address? (Well,
everyone else in
Gotham seems to, so...) Do you send it to
Commissioner Gordon's office, and have the singer just wait around until Batman shows up?
Meanwhile, there's the
Wonder Woman story:
A Nazi submarine kidnaps Santa?!?!?!? I've
got to find someone with a turntable now...
Special bonus picture: Another
Neal Adams-drawn
Peter Pan album cover:
The Chipmunk Song, as performed by
The Grasshoppers?!? Would that even be
audible to the human ear?!?
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