The last issue of Y: The Last Man is actually great. Heart-crushingly great. The story as a whole? Less so. There's enough good stuff about Y that I understand the exuberant-nay-ecstatic reaction in the popular media... but it's not that good. It certainly cribs from the best (the twin Sandman nods are my favourite), layers in all the stuff you'd want to see layered into a story about the complete destruction of presumed patriarchy, and goes about as far down the line of generating a genuinely original sci-fi think piece as you probably can do in any post-Phillip K. Dick cosmology. And there ain't no complaining about this baby's scope. But how many times does the story tip over into "awesome?" Once or twice, maybe. The rest of the time it's just sound, invigorating pulp drama. No qualms there.

This costs three hundred dollars, so I won't buy it. But damnnnnnnnn. There's also a sixth-scale Batmobile, which Adam thinks I should buy for Tederick. But that's $450, so no.

Uh... lotsa other stuff happened. I'll get to it.