Patologier
Jeg synes lige jeg ville benytte chancen til at plugge det eneste læseværdige indslag på Comic Zo… øhm, Seriejournalen i øjeblikket (særligt nu, hvor Simon P. poster sjældnere og sjældnere): Bertis Blog for Supersamlere! At manden selv er gal, er vi en del der længe har været bevidste om, men det vilde er, at hans venner og kolleger er endnu mere vanvittige! Berti udforsker medaljens bagside, tegneserieelskernes beskidte bug: de ægte samlere!
Bertis kække afleveringer passer perfekt til denne serie, hvor noget af tegneserieverdens særeste fauna udforskes. Alle der har lidt af en samler i sig, vil kunne empatisere med disse svære tilfælde af samlermani og lade sig imponere af deres iver og engagement.
Skål til samlerne! Og til Berti!
Yesterday, it was 13 years ago that Jack Kirby died. Always stirring to be reminded of an oeuvre as unique as his. I just read his swan song, The Eternals, in its entirety and though it is widely considered to be a flawed effort, it is simply astonishing work. The first half a dozen issues or so is Kirby running at full bore. Crafted at a time when it is my impression that Kirby : primarily through fan response to his work : had become more aware of the depth of the well he had been tapping for decades, it is perhaps his most contrived attempt at mythological discourse. This is not a problem however; besides his always awe-inspiring graphic inventiveness, it is the sincerity with which he serves up concepts such as the Fourth Host, the Uni-Mind and Arishem the judge of Mankind, that : in the end : makes Kirby’s art soar.
Balladen der ikke vil dø fortsætter, ansporet af hhv. T. Thorhauges spritnye 
I efteråret stod der et mægtigt slag i den danske tegneserieverden. Slaget var både af principiel og ganske konkret karakter: Ivar Gjørup, der i over 20 år har tegnet striben Egoland, var nonchalant blevet tilbudt en alvorlig forringelse af sin placering i den avis der har været stribens hjem i næsten ligeså lang tid, Politiken. I forbindelse med den på mange måder ellers vellykkede omstrukturering af avisen, skulle han gå ned i format og se sig anbragt på bagsiden sammen med venstrehåndsbagatellen WulffMorgenthaler. Det kunne selvfølgelig ikke have sin rigtighed, hverken principielt eller i den konkrete situation. Den holdningsløse indstilling til tegneserien det var symptom på, var en gammel bussemand, der i det konkrete tilfælde forværredes af, at vi her havde at gøre med en af de største klassikere indenfor mediet herhjemme.
Mens vi her i bunkeren er i færd med at 
Opportunistic Denmark-based imam Ahmed Abu Laban’s passing earlier today, almost exactly a year after the flames he helped fan triggered the insanity that became the so-called Muhammed crisis, seems strangely serendipitous. It reminds us what a difference being at the wrong place at the wrong time can make. Though his track record of consorting with unsavoury Islamic extremists such as Sheikh Omar abd El-Rahman, associated with the first WTC bombing in 1993, does not exactly gather him any sympathy around these parts, he of course cannot be held responsible for the sad manifestation of humanity, on the part of pretty much everyone involved, that was the Muhammed crisis (and the Danish courts decided as much a few weeks ago). 
As a manifestation of comics as an art form, this year’s festival was the best in a long time. It was the happy result of the synergy of a market in which a number of quality comics unprecedented in the past 25 years have become available, the reform of the awards to match this fact, which resulted in