My sincere apologies, since I haven’t resorted to one of these kinds of posts for a while on a Wednesday night, but as you may or may not know, Crisis On Infinite Midlives is based in Boston. And the Boston Red Sox will be taking the field at Fenway Park in literally minutes to play in game one of the World Series. And being native Bostonians, and because being a comic book geek does not necessarily preclude being a baseball fan, that means that this…

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…means the end of our broadcast day.

But there’s quite a take to dig into and review in the coming days – you know, provided that the inevitably late-running ballgames and the inevitable extra beers that that will mean don’t land us in the hospital by the end of the week.

We’ve got the first issue of former Captain America creators Ed Brubaker’s and Steve Epting’s spy comic Velvet, a new issue of Matt Fraction’s Sex Criminals and Satellite Sam, a metric buttload of new chapters of Marvel’s Infinity crossover and DC’s Forever Evil event, plus a ton of other cool stuff!

But you know how this works: before we can review them, we need time to read them… and with the first pitch imminent, that won’t be until later. So until the Sox take game one…

…see you tomorrow, suckers!

tmp_extinction_parade_3_cover_2013715089238Editor’s Note: One last review of last week’s comics before the comic store opens…

There is an entire generation of Twilight fans who, after eight years of mooning over broody prettyboys who sparkle in the sunlight and chuck around pledges of eternal love like they’re trying to bubble to the top of a Ponzi Scheme based on the hard fucking of teenage girls, should be kneecapped and forced to read the third issue of The Extinction Parade, written by Max Brooks and drawn by Raulo Caceres.

There is also an entire generation of Keeping Up With The Kardashians fans who, after six years of squealing over the adventures of a yammering pack of B-grade starfucking sisters and their step-something who started life as an Olympic champion and is now visually indistinguishable from a C-List Batman villain, should be kneecapped and forced to read the third issue of The Extinction Parade.

This is because, even though the hook to get people on board with The Extinction Parade was that it was another angle on a zombie apocalypse by the guy who wrote the novel World War Z, it is instead really about vampires, who by dint of their eternal lives, are also the idle rich. And since Brooks is, as I am, a little too old to be a fan of either Twilight or the Kardashians, that means that he knows that vampires are irredeemable and detestable dicks.

The only downside is that this comic series places the vampires still in the Kardashians-on-the-news, Twilight’s-ruining-Comic-Con era of the zombie apocalypse. But the cracks in their perfect little lives are starting to show… and it is sweet.