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Jane is 17 years old. She is a high school student who wears capri pants, likes to listen to music and tries her hardest to get out of doing anything realated to school work or learning.  Jane also takes lithium to keep her even, she has been diagnosed as bipolar and will go from 0 to 60 in a second.  It doesn’t take much to get her upset and she will not back down, and unless you talk to her in a calm, soothing voice she will escalate until you have to call some type of authority to detain her.

Jane is a ward of the state, she has recently been placed in a new foster home (brand new, not even a month) in her sophomore year of high school. Technically she is a junior but has failed a few classes, she is in my junior English class.  Jane is functionally in 3rd grade, she has no figurative reading comprehension skills and can repeat back to what is said to her, but cannot make any kind of inferential connection with anything.  She is also severely OCD, she will spend 10 minutes shuffling papers trying to find the right one rather than focusing on the lesson being given, and will not stop unless you gently speak to her and help her get organized.

Jane isn’t being served by a public high school. Even in a smaller special education class Jane has to deal with a curriculum almost 10 years past where she is, and has to deal with the social rigors of 2000 kids, 4 lunch periods, a 3 day rotating schedule, standardized tests and gym class when she is bipolar and OCD to the point where her medication knocks her right out.  When she takes her medication, Jane is a ward of the state, and being bounced around from foster home to foster home and school to school, her files don’t necessarily follow her and she may take breaks from her meds, and when we sit at her intake meeting everyone is a little awkward while the social workers ask standard questions because no one knows enough about her to formulate any kind of proper case history, and her file is probably two schools removed from where it should be and won’t be coming anytime soon.

Jane needs an immediate psychiatric referral whitch will be filed for, but may not get done because there are only 4 weeks of school left.  She needs to be placed in an acute care specialized school which has a therapeutic setting so she can get the help she needs in order to succeed academically. The referral is over 100 pages of work and data which takes a minimum of 4 weeks, required by state law, before her referral will even be considered. I’m not sure if she will even be at our school long enough for the referral to be processed.

More than likely Jane is going to end up homeless and in jail, or worse dead and alone. She is difficult to get along with and isn’t really one to reach out, but if she likes you she will be your shadow.  Jane isn’t unique to my situation, Jane exists everywhere and needs to be loved and helped by someone.  Even just noticed would be more than she is used to.  Jane exists, and that should mean something.

Hudlin's Huddle / Revolution is the only solution, Sam Wilson's blog...
« on: January 24, 2012, 02:47:41 pm »
      It’s been a minute, so where should I start?  Today was a day unlike any I have experienced.  It starts with a class I’m teaching, social skills. This class is something I came up with. I teach self-contained special ed English.  Kids with learning disabilities and behavior disorders who need a small class setting to be taught the general English curriculum.  One semester to teach kids with learning disabilities Shakespeare, a novel, nonfiction, persuasive writing, grammar, all the while preparing them for a state standardized test; needless to say corners need to be cut and the time investment required to make these students successful is simplified to the extent very few remain functional and the majority do a little worse than fall through the cracks. They fall flat on their faces, give up, and in frustration wreck havoc and lash out at everything and everyone. Is this their fault? Yes, to an extent, but at the same time systemic dysfunction in public education is vastly responsible for their neglect, in their minds what other options do they have?  This is where my social skills class comes in.

   Social skills is a handpicked class of many of the students in my self-contained literature class and some other high needs students, some behavioral, some academic, who all needed an extra semester of one-on-one attention to help them become functional high school students. These are students who don’t bring pencils and paper to class, read at maybe a 1st or 2nd grade level (some better, some worse, and they are all in high school), and have an excessive amount of school absences or tardy to class marks (a few of them are on the verge of being kicked out).  I’ve had most of them in class at one point or another, and some of them I have back to back in social skills and another lit class in the period before.  It’s my job, a job I volunteered for, to get them back on track. To get them to focus on one thing, to read better, write better, function better as students and decrease their disciplinary referrals, to be that adult in life that believes in them and cares about them when everyone else has written them off and wants nothing to do with them. Most adults talk about them like they talk about a distasteful meal, being condescending and dismissive at the same time.  I really dislike those people but that is another conversation.

   So I’ve been plugging along with this, and I find myself constantly rewriting my playbook. If grammar and basic skills aren’t working, I try and figure out what works for them to make them more functional. Eric clearly needs a father figure; he gets fathered (many of them do, but whatever). Isabelle has aspergers syndrome (a type of autism) and has trouble spitting out sentences but her mind goes a million miles and hour and she has a ton to say. She needs patience and someone to listen to her.  Finally there is Jimmy, no teacher in the school has any love for him. He is a known drug dealer and at one point last semester had skipped so much class he was going to be withdrawn. I had him as a freshman, we had our moments but at the end of the day we had an understanding. If he worked I would pass him, and no matter what he did the next day was always a new day.  I’m better with him than most, and in a way this story is about him.

   Today I discovered a graphic novel I brought for one of my students to read was stolen. It was from my own personal collection, a giant, encyclopedia sized hardcover of spider-man comics. It was for a student who has so much anxiety he can’t eat lunch in the cafeteria so he has to eat in the classroom, and for the life of him he hasn’t done one once of schoolwork in quite some time (I have documentation to prove this). He does like comic books though, and in an effort to get him to focus on one thing for more than 20 minutes I brought the giant spider man book for him to read. I told him we would start slow, sit and read for 20 minutes at a stretch and we will build from that. It wasn’t going as smoothly as planned but I think I was making headway. Then I discovered some kids who used my room in an afterschool program trashed my room and stole the book. I was pretty defeated after that happened. It wasn’t about the book, it was the fact I would have loaned the book to any kid who would have asked me.  All my students know that. The young man who was reading the book? He was pretty upset. He literally turned the room upside down looking for the book before we decided it was stolen. Not knowing what to do I kinda shut down. I thought I was doing everything in my power to help, and this is what I get for my efforts.  After school I was walking to my car and Jimmy, the known drug dealer, chased me down.  He had my giant spider-man book in his hand and said, “hey, we found who took your book and got it back.” That’s all he said. I looked at him and hugged him.  There was nothing else I could do.  He went back to the afterschool program to do his thing and I went home.

   What did I learn here? Selfishly, I’ve been struggling with who I am now. I used to be fat; that was my mantra for a minute. It always goes back to that but then it doesn’t. I don’t want to be that guy anymore. I actually hate that guy. He was mean and took his anger out on the world and made himself fat because he wasn’t sure why anyone would love him, so why not make that a reality and destroy myself and be mean.  You all know the story, I got my act together, it all went away and I was left with the question, “who am I?”  Still trying to figure out that answer, but today, at least for now, when Jimmy brought my book back, I know who I am and I’m not the guy who used to be fat. I’m the guy who cares about those whom no one else cares about because I know what it’s like to be them, and I’ll be dammed if I’m ever going to watch another kid suffer through that. 

Hudlin's Huddle / sam wilson's blog, "How did I do it?"
« on: January 17, 2011, 07:20:25 am »
How did I do it?

That’s the question I get the most. Someone at the gym will walk up to me, someone who is more often than not severely overweight (saying “morbidly obese” sounds like a put-down) whom someone pointed in my direction as the guy who lost over 200 lbs.  Anyway, they always ask, “how did you do it?”  I think they want me to give them a short answer, like, “X,Y, and Z diet”, or “colon cleansing” (seriously, because shoving something up your ass is a great way to loose weight), or whatever trend of the month fad weight loss technique they are wanting to purchase and use for a quick fix.  Clichéd as it sounds, an infomercial did not “fix” me.  In all honestly I don’t even feel “fixed”, I’ve actually substituted one mental illness for another more than likely, but at least I’m healthy and I’m in a better place to make better decisions, but getting there wasn’t a quick fix.

Being a perfectionist was my standard operating procedure for as long as I can remember. All my GI Joe’s had to go back in a particular place in a particular order as a child, but that’s just the start. Coming from Dr. parent’s and being sent to boarding school at the age of 13, perfection was something that was drilled in my head before I had any normal coming of age experiences.  As an adult, being a failure in my eyes (but more realistically in the expectations set fourth by a family I didn’t even talk to anymore) led to depression, which led to the initial weight gain.  Then came the moment of clarity, which led to an obsession.  Even though it was a slow start, cardio three days a week, snacks went from king size candy bars to hummus and wheat thins, over the next couple of years it cascaded to five to seven days a week of cardio, weight training four days a week, muay thai, BJJ, pushing myself to the point of pain.  I haven’t eaten fried foods in three years, I haven’t drank a soda in three years. The thought of either of those things scares the sh*t out of me. Cake, candy bars, all of that is so far away from me I don’t even want to think about it. I still have trouble going to a grocery store or a restaurant without an escort. Not just anyone either, the friends I have I’ve latched on to like a small child who is scared of everything latches on to an overprotective parent.

In many ways I’ve reverted. The outside scares me because the freedom of before is what ruined my life and I’ve proven myself incapable of making certain sound decisions, particularly when it pertained to my own health.  I’ve gotten a little better, I’m going to restaurants now and I’m serving myself rather than having my wife serving me, but even those activities are guarded. I reward myself with a Greek salad instead of chili, I stop eating when I’m not hungry.  I’m not great about that, but rather in excess I err to the minimal.  Sometimes I will skip lunch because I feel I need to be punished because I was “bad”.   Sometimes I force myself on the treadmill rather than the elliptical for the same reasons, I need to punish myself for all the mistakes I’ve made. None of this is healthy, there is a healthy way to live and stay fit, but having been so far on the other end of the scale coming to this end came at a cost.

Counseling has helped, and my wife and my friends have helped. The healthiest thing I did was surround myself with people who care.  Without that support system I never would have made it.  So how did I do it? Yeah, mostly by myself, but I had help...

Hudlin's Huddle / Sam Wilson's Blog, "I got nothing"...
« on: December 31, 2010, 08:48:54 pm »
Everyone wants to know how I do it.

I guess I should clarify that statement before I continue. I used to weight 550 lbs. Well, yeah, I’m not certain but it was well over 500.  I never really got on a scale that could accurately measure my weight. 550 was my best educated guess. I used to have a size 58 pants.  Before I would even register on a scale I had to get down to a size 50 pants, and then I finally started showing up at 440 lbs so my best guess is I started at 550 lbs in February 2007.  I had a final “retreat” meal (I’ll explain that in a minute) of a large cheese-steak, a full size bag of kettle chips and a diet coke and then I started the next day with my new lifestyle.

I say retreat meal because retreating was why I ate the way I did. I was retreating from everything. I hated my life and I hated myself.  I lost the only job I ever loved (my short time as a police officer) for reasons I had no control over.  My only sense of self-identity up until that point was being the biggest and meanest guy in the room, and at one point I may have been the most muscular but I was slowly just becoming “big” as in fat. Obese. When people would try to be nice about it they said “wow, you’re a big guy” but they meant, “damn, you are unhealthy”.  It wouldn’t have mattered if they had actually said that, I wouldn’t have listened. I mean, people did say it. My friends, my wife, they all said they were worried and they all tried to help but I didn’t listen and I didn’t care. Eating was a retreat and it gave me something. It was an escape, an instant gratification.  It almost killed me though, until I figured it out and came all the way back.

I started by acknowledging I had no idea what I was doing. I told my wife I didn’t want to make decisions for myself anymore because clearly I had no idea how to take care of myself and asked her if she would make all pertinent decisions about my health and my diet for me. At least for awhile.  She was a medical professional and sought the aid of a dietician and a personal trainer. In conjunction with my wife the people at my gym provided me a lot of support.  Deidre, the manager, had known me for a few years. I started going there when I was still big and strong and had that going for me, but in a couple of years I had lost it and was just getting unhealthy. She saw this and offered me some help. She told me she was worried about me and would do whatever it took to help me get on track and she did. She had a trainer work with me and she provided me emotional support, which doesn’t seem like anything but to someone who hated himself it was a lot. In fact it was everything. If it weren’t for her support or my wife’s I never would have gotten started, and now here I sit. 4 years later, 250 some pounds lighter, and post-surgery. I finally got to the point where I needed to have the excess skin around my abdomen removed, about 15 lbs of it after they were all done. And Deidre and my wife were there for that too (in fact, Deidre and the gym paid for it). 

So I sit here typing this going a little crazy, I just had the surgery 4 days ago and I have a couple hundred stitches across my abdomen. I can’t exercise and I haven’t left the house since the surgery, and I can’t leave the house until Tuesday which is my post-op and I get my drains removed.    But I’ve had visitors, people who have been with me ever since I started, and new people I just met who say I’m an inspiration (which I dismiss, I mean, as I said, I put myself in that position to begin with so I don’t see how I did anything inspirational).  Either way, these are all people who love me and have supported me, and without that I never would have gotten here. My wife has been doting on me and showing me love she knows I’ve never had. Even though it’s hard to see through all my anxiety and self-deprecation, I hope she knows I love her the same way.  The bottom line is though, it’s just starting, it hasn’t ended the path is the same as it always was.  Inspirational, no, at least I don’t think so. Mental illness? More than likely, if it is hereditary then yes, mental illness for sure. Either way, I’m going to chase after it…

Yo. Today is the day when most want to give thanks and spend time with their families and get fat. That's fine, but Eurocentric holidays mean little to someone who has been sh*t on by the system repeatedly. Given the systemic f*cked-upnes of my existence and the fact I see the same cycle happen over and over again, I find it hard to celebrate a holiday predicated on genocide.

Love your family, spend time with your friends. There is nothing wrong with that. But don't forget those who never had that opportunity because someone more powerful than them destroyed their way of life in the favor of theirs. Anger is a gift. Rise up and make a change.

Friday Night Lights

Friday night was homecoming weekend.  The game of the year of course, and the hype machine was building up the drama, cumulating with a pep rally and lots of fanfare. The players were excited, there was going to be people watching and for a minute they were local celebrities. Even if they weren’t playing they all wore their jerseys to class and were recognized as those about to do battle for the glory of the group.  Parents would be proud, dinners would be had and celebrating was to be done.

This holds true in most kids but didn’t hold true for Jose, one of my students in my English class. Jose was a good kid, he wrote beautiful poetry about low-riding with his father in LA and was a class leader, tutoring other members of the football team and helping out his teacher whenever asked without question.  A good kid with a good heart, someone I would have been proud to call my son if my wife and I had a child.  This good kid texts me at 11:30 PM on a Friday night asking me if I could come pick him up from the game.

The thing is no one came to watch Jose play.  His dad was in LA (supposedly) and his mom was in South America, he has a grandmother (grandfather is not in the picture) but she works third shift.  Jose is on his own most of the time when he is not in school. Jose also has a sister who is in 7th grade who came to the game to watch him play.  I find this all out when I show up to pick him up.  I was ready to go to bed when he called, but I put on some sneakers and answered the call anyway, without hesitation. I’m not sure why until I thought about it later.

On a Friday night of homecoming the kid calls me for a ride.  He could have gone out with anyone on the team, he could have went and gotten in trouble or gone to a hotel party or done whatever disturbing things teenagers do these days that we don’t want to think about but happen anyway, but he didn’t. He called me for a ride. He had to take care of his sister. I’m sure that was part of it but a bigger part of it was he was lonely and just wanted someone to show him some love. He wanted an adult to show him some love. An adult male who reminded him of his father…

My wife and I took Jose and his sister out for burgers, I told him, “it’s past curfew, so if anyone asks you have to pretend you are my kid or something”. Jose smiled real big and said, “yeah, I look just like you anyway”. He does. He’s light skinned, I’m a bit darker but paired with my fair skinned Irish wife he looks like he could be my kid.  It was the smile that tipped me off.  Since Friday night I haven’t been able to get it out of my head and it makes me sad. Sad, frustrated and angry.

This kid who anyone would be proud of has no one.  No adult male anyway. No one to tell him he is loved, no one to be proud, no one to teach him about being a man or what it takes to be a man. What he does have is opportunity to become whatever he wants, and in most cases young people take that opportunity to become something bad, they get in trouble, they turn to drugs or partying and forget about school and a future and live for the here and now. Instant gratification because it’s all they have ever known. Except for Jose, he just wanted someone to love him and on Friday night he chose me.   Teenage bravado, (which Jose is full of) is more often than not a mask.  As hard as a kid wants to be sometimes, more often than not they want to be loved more.

My name is Sam Wilson. Revolution is the only solution, and sometimes the best agent for that revolution is love.

Fitness / my story...
« on: May 28, 2010, 08:21:20 am »
Here is me at sdcc 2007, 550 lbs size 58 pants.

Here is me in march, 305 lbs size 38 pants.

Sam Wilson's Review

Captain America Black Panther: Flags of Our Fathers #1 (of 4)
Marvel Comics
Written by: Reginald Hudlin (damn straight)
Drawn by: Denys Cowan (like chocolate and peanut butter yo)

For those of you who have been sleeping under a rock, you may have missed Reginald Hudlin’s run on the Black Panther. He redefined the character for a generation.  Under Reggie’s pen T’Challa went from b lister to a major player in the Marvel U, marrying into one of Marvel’s first families (the X-men, duh) and sitting at the table with Tony Stark and Reed Richards.  He stepped away from T’challa for a minute, and now he’s back, back like a motherfu**er with Denys Cowan in tow. Denys Cowan? You may know him, you know, he redefined the Question back in the ‘80’s in one of that decades most critically acclaimed comic runs, co-founded Milestone Comics (Static, Hardware), had a healthy run on Batman and Detective Comics and most recently redefined the Joker for a new generation (the “Lovers and Madmen” storyline from “Batman Confidential”).  Denys Cowan and Reginald Hudlin working on the Black Panther is destiny, a labor of love, chocolate and peanut butter or Cagney and Lacey even (tip of the hat to Big Daddy Kane).  Announced this past year at SDCC (where you can frequently see the two of them walking the floor) this book has been on a lot of folks most anticipated list for awhile.  That being said, did it live up to the hype? Hell yeah it did…

So yeah, Nazi’s heads on pikes in the jungle (goddamn that was bad a**). Okay, wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Our story opens with the Howling Commandos, specifically Gabe Jones.  Gabe is our narrator (more or less), and he takes us through his history with the Howlers, Nick Fury and eventually Captain America. The set-up is short and sweet, and soon enough the Howlers are en route to Africa? Why? Hitler needs vibranium to build his transatlantic missile, and he figures a bunch of Africans with spears can’t stop him from getting what he needs. Of course he figured wrong and that’s how we got Nazi’s heads on pikes (goddamn).  Anyway, Uncle Sam doesn’t have to much faith in the locals either, so in come Captain America and the Howling Commandos.   When they touch ground Captain America makes first contact, and sees the Wakandans can handle themselves.  That’s great, but he (and America) wants them to be with the allies in the war. King T’Chaka (the Black Panther during WW2, T’Challas father) has no interest in the rest of the world and wants Wakanda to be left alone to its business.  So yeah, Captain America (and by extension, America and the allied powers) is not cool with that so a fight ensues. It doesn’t go well for Cap, and the Howlers move in to back him up but are stopped by a bunch of bad a** Wakandan soldiers who have way more than spears.  The Nazi’s haven’t given up either, and they’ve enlisted their own super soldier to retrieve Wakanda’s vibranium and yes. I’m guessing there will be more Nazi’s heads on pikes (goddamn)…

This book is the sh**. Sorry, I have no other words. Reginald Hudlin speaks to the fans, and goddamn does he speak well.  I mean seriously, Nick Fury and the Howling Commandos, Cap, the Black Panther, the Red Skull and Baron Von Strucker heading for a big showdown? Drawn by Denys Cowan?  Yeah. Nuff Said. By the book, by the eventual trade, put the cover art as your iphone wallpaper, screw everything else. Classic storytelling is back yo, and it’s about goddamn time.

Wktf’s Reviews

Superman: Secret Origin #5 (of 6)
DC Comics
Written by: Geoff Johns
Drawn by: Gary Frank
Cover by: Gary Frank

Johns’ and Franks’ reimagining of Superman’s origin continues with this issue and, with the Man of Steel already having made his presence known (in classic a classic Christopher Reeve helicopter save), Metropolis still is undecided what to make of this strange red and blue flying man. Even when saving citizens and firefighters alike from a blazing inferno, in typically spectacular fashion, the public still is uncertain what to make of the Man of Steel or his motives.  Clearly, though, Big Blue has a number of fans, primarily his new pal, Jimmy Olsen, the only one able to get Superman photos.  Much to Luthor’s anger, the Daily Planet has begun to push the public over to Superman’s side.  And now Lois Lane and Superman are finding themselves more and more comfortable in each others’ company, in this case much to the chagrin of General Lane who’s volunteered to partner with Luthor, kind of like signing a deal with the devil, toward a common goal.

With this issue we see the creation of another of Superman’s most important and dangerous foes, but with a slightly different twist that is both alarming, in terms of an encounter with Lois at the Planet offices that that turns brutal, and presents a great moment for Clark to intercede in a heroic way while still maintaining that incredibly goofy and innocent face that Gary Frank so beautifully renders.  Here, as well, we see Lois begin to realize that there’s more to Clark than first meets the eye and, as General Lane turns his sights on Superman, we’re treated to the first moment where Superman begins to lose his naiveté as he’s forced to strike out and defend himself.  Frank’s use of shadows here present a very different Man of Steel, one who’s not only menacing but also can be a real threat.

But, as with all the prior issues, the real highlights of this issue and series continue to be the beginning of Luthor’s hatred toward Superman, the beginning of Superman’s friendship with Lois and Jimmy, and the absolutely uncanny way Gary Frank is channeling Christopher Reeve in his portrayal of the Man of Steel. I love the way Superman’s just figuring out how to carry himself as the hero he will become. As I’ve stated before, with this title Johns and Frank have shown how truly talented they are, as if anyone needed proof of this for either of them. A story that’s so well known to all of us, and feels as old as the Bible, has become fresh and new, something we can look forward with every installment. And that’s pretty damn impressive.

The Lone Ranger #21
Dynamite Entertainment
Written by: Brett Matthews
Drawn by: Sergio Cariello
Cover by: John Cassaday

Though Dynamite promised they wouldn’t publish Lone Ranger stories until an arc’s installments were all under wraps to ensure more regular monthly publishing, issue #20 seemed to take forever to hit the shelves.  Fortunately, this issue is right on schedule and thankfully so.  We’re still in the midst of this “Resolve” story arc which promises to be the most terrifying conflict both The Lone Ranger and Tonto have faced since teaming up.  And, this is a horror that’s literally been in the making since the series started a few years ago.  Seriously, conflict reveals itself in multiple channels for our heroes. Leading up to issue #20, both John Reid (The Lone Ranger) and Tonto received a bit of a shock as Reid’s widowed sister-in-law revealed to whom she wanted to give her heart. Despite hints Matthews and Cariello had been dropping, it turned out not to be whom we all expected. In addition to this conflict of the heart, our heroes are being framed for the murder of a lawman.

And, probably related to this problem and the most dangerous problem for our heroes and their loved ones, Butch Cavendish, who was responsible for the Lone Ranger’s origin, has tracked him down to take vengeance for the trouble our two heroes have been causing him. Butch ambushed and murdered Reid’s father and brother, along with the other Texas Rangers in their troupe.  He’s a brutal, cruel and sadistic killer, and he’s set his sights not only on Reid’s sister-in-law but on her young son, too.  Sometimes, in comics as in movies, the most terrifying scenes are the ones taken off camera.  Unfortunately for those concerned, that’s every bit the case here.

This title’s been one of my favorites every month it comes out. Not always the most action packed (but with plenty of action on enough occasions), this book’s been long on plot and development, characterization, and relationship driven storytelling. This issue happens to take the story, tension and trauma and ratchet them all up to exponential levels.  Matthews is driving the story hard now to the point of desperation.  And Marcelo Pinto’s colors are every bit the hero that Crariello’s pencils are, capturing the explosive brilliance of a sunrise, the dry graininess of the desert, the dark muskiness of a cave, or the muted tones of these western towns. All in all, this title continues to be one of the most satisfying comic book packages of any publisher.

S.H.I.E.L.D. #1
Marvel Comics
Written by:  Jonathan Hickman
Drawn by: Dustin Weaver
Covers by: Gerald Parel and Dustin Weaver

The currently running and consistently brilliant Marvels Project mini-series takes us to the very beginning of the Marvel Superhero Universe.  But this ambitious title goes that project one better, taking us to the very beginning of the Marvel Universe, toggling from the early 1950s period from which the tale is being told, to as far back as 2620 BC when, in ancient Egypt, an organization formed from the heroic actions of one man who determined to lead his men against a world devouring horde known well to X-Men fans, stating, “This is not how the world ends!”  From that generation to the next, an organization known as S.H.I.E.L.D. stood between humanity and its greatest threats (including, it appears, a pre-modern era encounter with a certain world devourer).

Bringing important historical figures, such as Leonardo Da Vinci, Sir Isaac Newton and Galileo, and adding characters like Nathaniel Richards and Howard Stark, fathers to our own Reed Richards and Tony Stark, Hickman is spinning a wondrous and mythic feeling tale that reinvents S.H.I.E.L.D. from the super spy agency we’ve all known it to be today to something whose origins feel even grander and cosmic in scope.  The drastic time jumping as we move back and forth between various inflection points in S.H.E.I.L.D.’s history might be confusing or unsettling if it weren’t for Hickman’s incredibly tight plotting, narrative and dialogue.  Hickman’s been getting props for his work on Fantastic Four but this effort is on a completely different level as far as I’m concerned.  And Weaver’s art is just spectacular, taking Hickman’s story and elevating it to a level of importance and grandeur.  Di Vinci’s flight into the sun, reminiscent of Icarus’ tragic flight, is just awesome as is the final page and teaser for the next issue.

I haven’t been this excited about a new concept and title in a very long time.  Maybe not since Nova or Tomb of Dracula made their respective splashes back in the 1970s.  I’ll stick with this exciting and high concept running title at least for as long as this creative team stays on it.  Most definitely, this is my pick of the week.

Hudlin's Huddle / "the system is broken". A sam wilson blog...
« on: November 28, 2009, 02:26:29 pm »
home sick, lost my voice, excessive coughing. Anyway...

My co-teacher, the one who refuses to teach because the kids are to bad and she has to work on her masters degree. the one who is says it's okay to call black kids nigger when she is at home as long as she doesn't at school, I've been on her admin and dept. head to deal with her all semester. I get nothing from those crackers, they claim they will do something but they do nothing. I went to my dept. head and my admin (an ivy league educated black woman). They're helping. But the further I push things the more bad things I find. I now found out that she (co-teacher) has been flat refusing to enter my students (special ed) grades. Even when the work is done. She doesn't feel they are "worth" it since they are so bad and they are going to fail anyway.  I'm not making this up.

I hate all of these people. The f*cked up thing is, I know this is pervasive and systemic, I'm the only one pushing it. The rest don't want to rock the boat, well, actually the rest don't say anything because that would be to much work and god forbid any of those lazy f*ckers should do any work.

Why the f*ck are these people teachers? The kids that are affected by their lazy and their bigotry have one parent (usually), sh*tty home lives, all kinds of sh*t I'm not going to go into detail about. They all come to me, literally, because sometimes I think I'm the only adult in their lives that gives them any kind of attention. Goddamit son of a bitch, I'm f*cking responsible for those kids and no way in hell I'm going to run from it. They are f*cking kids. They can't protect themselves. They can't even speak up for themselves because no one will listen, and they've been condition that no one cares and no one will listen.  I have no other choice but to do right by them simply for the fact that no one else will. That sh*t is majorly f*cked up.  Majorly f*cked up.  Goddamn kids man, how can you stare in their faces on a day to day basis and let them drown?

lazy f*ckers, what do they do? They are lazy and don't teach and check their personal email while class is going on, and then they go home and are lazy and watch 3 hours of TV a night. f*ck them. I spend 20 hours a week in the gym, and give it my all to work and my free time I spend trying to be a husband to my wife.  Then these people bitch to me about their problems like I have any sympathy for them. I hate them all and want them to all burn down. Cracker ass motherf*ckers. 

All these people on this board and other places talking sh*t about how tough they are and the little piddly bullsh*t they do. f*ck them.  If I could go to work tomorrow, and take out the lead cracker I would.  I would pick one as an example and beat him to show him what it feels like to be helpless, just like they make the kids feel. That's why I spend all that goddamn time training. I have to be strong enough for the ones who are helpless.  It doesn't end. Goddammit. If I had a voice and wasn't coughing I would be there right now kicking in someones door. Worthless cocksuckers.

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Today I took donuts from the teacher's lounge and gave them to a hungry kid.

But let me clarify,

The lady who brings those donuts is a 50 something republican/Christian fundamentalist/ultra right wing white lady. She once had an open conversation in said lounge about how MLK day is a "worthless" holiday and "they don't deserve a day". I took that bitches donuts and gave them to a kid with a neck tattoo. He was hungry, said his mom has no food in the house. Not uncommon in my school. I had no money, I had to improvise. So I took the bitches donuts.

Yo, all of you do me a favor. Do something revolutionary. Exercise your right to civil disobedience, which can take on a whole new meaning if you live in an uncivil society like I do. Take from the haves, give to the have nots. Be nice to a kid with a neck tattoo. Raise your fist and extend your middle finger if you have to.

Revolution, it's the only solution. I'm Sam Wilson, and I teach in a public high school...

Hudlin's Huddle / Don't Do What They Tell You, Sam Wilson's blog post #2
« on: October 11, 2009, 03:40:37 pm »

After school special sh*t, for real. Check this...

Okay, so my US history class. I'm co-teaching with this dumb white bitch. 25, super republican (I'm the special ed IRR teacher in the classroom). She decided to give up teaching. She said that. She stated she refuses to teach the kids because they are bad and she has more important things to do in her other classes and her masters classes (not school related). Whatever, same old.

Anyway, the kids hate her. I hate her. There is a group of four who sit in the back and haven't done anything since day one. All hispanic gangbangers. BTW, it's a repeater class, everyone in there has failed the class at least once. Anway, the 4 in the back, I asked them if they wanted to work, they said no, and I said fine. As long as you are quiet, I will leave you be, but if you ever want to start, I'll do whatever it takes to help you.

Anyway, one day one of the four was talking to me, god came up. I don't know how. He told me he saw god. He also told me the ammount of drugs he's done in life and is always flashing gang signs, so whatever. I told him I don't believe in god. He said god was real, I said maybe, but I don't believe in him. If he's male.

A few days later he asked to talk to me outside. My lack of faith really bothered him. He told me he's seen some sh*t in life, bad sh*t, bad enough that god has talked to him and is his salvation. I said, "the judeo christian god?" he said , no, just god. god god.  I told him, well, I was a cop for 7 years, I've seen enough things to make me not believe in god. I told him I respected his piety, but it wasn't for me. I asked him why he was so worried about my faith. He said he liked me and didn't want me to go to hell. I said, if your god exists, he would want you to work harder and prove yourself to him.

Yesterday he brought me a book. He asked me to read it. It was some book about god. I said I would read it, then we would talk about it, but I still don't believe in god. Then he asked me if I would get him all of his make up work so he could catch up. I went and got him his work, we talked, and I'm sure we'll talk tomorrow.

True story yo. Take it for what you will...

Sam Wilson’s Reviews

Planetary #27
Written by: Warren Ellis
Drawn by: John Cassaday

Planetary has been around since 1999, but has come out so irregularly most people have forgotten about it (last time it hit was October/2006). When it first hit the stands, I always said it was the best thing to hit the shelves in the last 10 years, and I still stand by that statement. Spinning out of Warren Ellis’s Sci-Fi heavy brain, the book “Planetary” is about four individuals who are archeologists charged (or have charged themselves, I don’t know) in tracking down the Earth’s secret history. Doc Savage, Chow Yun Fat, Tarzan, Godzilla, while not by name but in spirit Warren Ellis has had the members of Planetary track down each and every one of them and bring their stories to light (my favorite being issue three, the “Ghost Cop” story, an incredible homage to Chow Yun Fat/John Woo movies). The team consists of Elijah Snow, the 100 year old man with ties to “The Authorities” Jenny Sparks. Elijah is the secret founder of Planetary, and his power is “heat subtraction”, he is able to produce extreme cold all around him. It is said his power is limitless. Then there is Jakita Wagner, super strong, invulnerable and super fast. She is also ageless, and is the daughter of a man who more or less could be Tarzan. She was rescued from her birthplace in Africa by Elijah snow, and then raised by a German couple. The third and final member of Planetary is “the Drummer”, a young man who is insane, but a genius. “The Drummer” has a superhuman ability to relate to computer systems and has a physiological connection to surrounding information sources. The Drummer was rescued in his infancy by Jakita Wagner and has served the Planetary field team ever since. So what exactly is the team up to these days?

It’s been awhile since we’ve last seen our boys (and Jakita, word), so for those of you who missed it I’ll catch you up real quick on the previous issue: Elijah saves the world and brokers the ultimate information deal, we don’t get to see much of Jakita (booo) but a lot of hard and fancy super-science is thrown at us and it’s really nifty.  In our final issue the gang (mostly the Drummer) is busy deciphering all the info Elijah obtained to make the world a better place, and yes, Planetary is making the world into a utopia, but of course there is a problem. A man named Ambrose has gotten himself stuck in a non-physics bubble (time doesn’t work there), and the team has to figure out a way to track him down. The problem is, time travel will destroy all of existence, because you can only travel back in time to when the machine was created (and yes, the team has a machine that’s been around for a minute), but, well, you’re gonna have to read the book to let Warren explain it to you better. Of course his time-travel theory beats the crap out of anything you ever read in the Fantastic Four, and so off goes our group, on their final adventure…
In my opinion, one of the greatest comic series of the last 10 years has finally run it’s course, and I’m a little broken hearted. I wish we could have gotten a touch more, or at the very least I wish it could have come out in a more timely manner, but it’s all good. I’ll take what I can get. Of course the entire series is collected in trades, hardcovers, and even an absolute edition, and if you wait a few more months I’m sure this final arc will be collected and you can read it as it should be read, as one story. So I bid farewell to Planetary and I eagerly await the 2nd Absolute edition, which will probably be on my shelf sometime within the next two years (sigh)…

Luke Cage Noir #3
Marvel Comics
Written by: Mike Benson and Adam Glass
Drawn by: Shawn Martinbrough
Cover by: Tim Bradstreet

For those of you who haven’t been paying attention, Mike Benson is the latest in Marvel’s stable of hotshot new writers. Coming off an emmy-winning sting on HBO’s Entourage, Mike is a veteran TV writer and entered the comic game last year with a Punisher-one shot and then stepped it up with a sting on Moon Knight (taking him through the Civil War and then some) and the Deadpool one-shot “Games of Death”, and is currently writing Deadpool “Suicide Kings” and kicking all kinds of ass with everyone’s favorite merc with a mouth. Bringing dialogue and characterization back into comics, Mike is just the thing Marvel needed to bring some fire back into a clichéd and played out market, with crossover after crossover beating readers into submission with no end in sight. Marvel’s started it’s “noir” line a few months back, a shout out to the 1930’s Sam Spade-type hard nosed adventures, with a modern twist of course and Mike Benson (and Marvel newcomer Adam Glass, straight from the hit A & E show “The Cleaner” and CBS’s “Cold Case”) jumps into the fray with their take on Luke Cage, setting him in 1930’s Harlem. So how is it?

Mike and Adam set the “noir” tone right away, opening the first issue with the murder of a white woman in Harlem. Luke Cage is brought into it as a man who just got out of prison, a man whose reputation precedes him. Harlem denizens speak his named in a hush tone, part fear, part respect and Cage is looking to get his mojo back on again after being away. His origin is still the same, he was experimented on in prison and it did something to him (steel-hard skin is mentioned) but he got early parole for it and did not break out. No mention is made as to why he was in prison or if he was guilty or innocent, but at the onset of our tale that isn’t important. Cage checks out some of his old haunts, looking for an old girl and touching base with an old associate Stryker, a man who has done well for himself running a speakeasy in depression era Harlem. He finds out his old girl died in a fire, but doesn’t buy it. Cage also finds himself a new gig, a mysterious white man hires him to find out who killed his wife, the white woman whom I mentioned earlier was murdered. Before Luke can get moving on the murdered white girl, he has to settle a nagging feeling that his girl is still alive, so he goes to her grave and digs it up only to find it empty, and to find Tombstone waiting there to welcome him back. The second issue picks up right where the first one left off with Tombstone laying a beating on our hero and telling him to get out of town. Things only go downhill from there as Luke continues his investigation of the murdered white girl only to find out that he’s the one who murdered her. The police have framed him for murder, and to pour salt on it, Tombstone is with the police. Issue 3 picks up with Luke trying to collect himself, Styker offers him a way out but Luke figures Styker is neck deep in whatever is going on with Tombstone, the rich white man, and his old girl.  Before I say any more I’ll just say this, Like finds his old girl and doen’t like what became of her, and we finally get to see some “Power Man” action…

Luke Cage noir is 2009 bad-ass with 1930’s cool. I didn’t think I would go for the whole “noir” concept, but the way Mike and Adam laid it down I’m good with it. Luke Cage is the baddest motherfu**er in Harlem, and he doesn’t even put anyone through a wall. Mike Benson is putting the character back in comics and newcomer Adam Glass brings the hotness, and I’m damn okay with it. Shawn Martinbrough also sets the “noir” tone perfectly with his muted tones and subtle pencils. My pick of the week.

Wktf’s Reviews

Before we get started with our reviews…RIP, Dina Babbitt.  Her story can be found at, but anyone who’s read the final issue of the Magneto Testament mini-series (or the HC) knows of it from the work Neal Adams and Joe Kubert put into bringing it to life.  This woman faced down the angel of death and was denied a body of work that extended directly into her soul.  Where was justice that no one could intervene successfully on her behalf?

This was a pretty big week for Marvel event titles.  I understand that some lcs’ got advance copies of Brubaker and Epting’s “Marvels Project.”  Mine didn’t, but I’ve got important installments from three big event stories this week for you here.  So let’s get started!

Captain America: Reborn #2 (of 5)
Marvel Comics
Written by: Ed Brubaker
Drawn by: Bryan Hitch & Butch Guice
Covers by: Hitch, Guice and Mounts; John Cassaday and Laura Martin; Time Sale and Dave Stewart

Last issue we learned that, while Steve Rogers’ body may well be dead, his spirit from today has been bouncing around and inhabiting his body from various times in his past life during WWII.  A small group of heroes (Bucky, Black Widow, Sharon Carter, Nick Fury, Falcon, Vision, Hank Pym) have learned that Steve may not truly be dead and have taken a divide and conquer approach to unraveling this mystery.  Bucky and Natasha have infiltrated one of Osborn’s complexes in search of Zola’s mechanical body in hopes of determining what was done with Steve, Falcon and Vision have gone after the new Cap and Widow after too much time has elapsed before checking in, and Pym has enlisted the aid of Reed Richards to analyze Sharon and determine what it is about her (and why Zola and The Red Skull referred to her as The Constant) that makes her so important to the mystery of Steve’s whereabouts.  In the meantime, a baffled Steve Rogers continues to jump through time reliving the same battles he fought another lifetime ago.

While I’m having a conceptual problem with this series, after all Steve’s death was handled so realistically and Bucky’s been so compelling as the new Captain America, I’ve gotta admit Bru and Hitch are packing some serious punches here.  The opening WWII scenes where Cap is storming at breakneck speed through bullets and mayhem, saving his own men, and rocketing toward a battle with the super strong Master Man is as kinetic and action packed as any you’re likely to find.  In the mean time, Bucky and The Widow, hopelessly outmatched by Osborn’s Dark Avengers are frantically trying to battle their way out of a clear trap.  Fists fly, shields are slung and, in another moment of time travel we are taken to the moment when Steve Rogers embarks on the famous experiment with Dr. Erskine that created the star spangled sentinel.  Yeah, sure, we’ve seen this scene played out countless times but here Hitch’s art (and the full page shot of the transformed Steve Rogers is awesome indeed) coupled with Bru’s capturing Steve’s present day conscience as he relives past glories and failures adds a new depth of excitement to an origin story we know so well.

Steve Rogers has returned.  That we know for sure.  That he’ll return to our time is highly likely.  But beyond that I’m not sure we can even guess for sure.  Will he resume as Captain America?  Can he even inhabit his now emaciated body lying at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean?  But before we can address these questions we first must learn what mystery Reed Richards is beginning to uncover that links an element in Sharon’s blood to the data about Steve’s decayed body.  And, in addition, Osborn’s tightening the screws on Steve’s rescue team.  Aside from the helmet Hitch keeps putting on the Cap from WWII (which I find ridiculous), I’m enjoying the hell out of this series.  In my heart, I don’t feel Cap should be brought back but, as my favorite hero, I’m also really curious how they’re going to swing this in a way that’s credible and exciting.  And, so far, Bru and Hitch are delivering the goods!

War of Kings #6 (of 6)
Marvel Comics
Written by: Dan Abnett & Andy Lanning
Drawn by: Paul Pelletier
Cover by: Brandon Peterson

Well, it’s finally here.  The gigantic cosmic slobberknocker toward which this whole mini-series has been leading.  Black Bolt, ruler of the Inhumans and now the Kree, versus the mad mutant Vulcan who rules the Shi’Ar Imperium.  There’s great distrust, anger and even hatred that’s been building over the course of this series.  The Inhumans assumed rulership over the Kree.  Vulcan attacked the Kree during Crystal’s wedding to Ronan the Accuser.  The Kree counterattacked and put the Shi’Ar on their heels.  In addition, Gladiator actually turned his back on the Shi’Ar out of loyalty to the imprisoned Lilandra only to find his allegiance rewarded with his former empresses’ murder.  In the end, ultimately, Black Bolt has determined to turn the Terrigen Mists that give the Inhumans their powers out into the galaxy, thus evolving even his enemies to the point that all races would become Inhuman and eliminating the need for war.  But, is Black Bolt acting as a king or playing the role of a god?  And now that the two kings are in direct, personal war with each other how does it and this larger war resolve?

As the two powerhouse kings battle in the void of space the Kree and the Shi’Ar have to take stock.  Chandilar, the Shi’Ar Throne world is engulfed in flames from war.  Lorna and Havok, surveying the chaos they helped create, look on the abyss of flames in despair.  A battered Guardian must turn to his people and, in a simple act of remembrance for his fallen Empress, finds himself cast into a role at the behest of his people who need leadership and aid more than ever.  The Kree and Inhumans find themselves in near despair over Black Bolt’s intentional suicide mission.  And, again, deep in space is a no holds, absolutely brutal battle of seemingly equally powerful titans that seems to shift sides as frequently and easily as we can flip coins.  The resulting cataclysm literally rips a hole in the fabric of space and time that, likely, will be explored in the next installment (yes, already advertised) of War of Kings.

Death and despair fill all sides of this conflict where personal tragedy seems to be all that’s left to everyone.  Can it truly be that beloved characters that’ve existed in the Marvel Universe for decades now are gone?  Again, looking at the ad for “Who Will Rule?” segment of War of Kings that’ll be on sale 9/9/09, it’s right to feel some suspicion to the outcome of this story.  Regardless, this is how cosmic superhero storytelling should be done.  Grand scale.  Huge stakes.  Strong, visceral feelings and actions.  Monumental galaxy spanning battles.  And an ultimate and epic face off.  I loved Pelletier’s art during his brief pairing with Dwayne McDuffie on Fantastic Four and he’s ratcheted it up another notch here with facial expressions that scream emotion and battle scenes that are absolutely searing.  And the Abnett/Lanning writing team has delivered some fearless storytelling along with truly gut-wrenching dialogue.  The final scene between Crystal and Medusa is painful to read.  No surprise, then, that this book is my pick of the week.

Ghost Rider: Heaven’s on Fire #1 (of 6)
Marvel Comics
Written by: Jason Aaron
Drawn by: Roland Buschi
Cover by: Jae Lee

If you’ve been hiding under your covers in fear over the events in Jason Aaron’s Ghost Rider book, you’re not to be blamed.  Civil War, World War Hulk, Secret Invasion, Dark Reign?  Pfagh!  Kid’s stuff.  This book is where the real world shaking events, events that should have every man, woman and child fearing for their lives, are happening.  Johnny  Blaze recently learned he’s an instrument of Heaven rather than Hell, and was created by a renegade archangel named Zadkiel.  This same angel tricked Blaze’s brother and fellow Ghost Rider Danny Ketch into gathering the power of all the world’s Ghost Riders so he could, literally, conquer the Kingdom of Heaven.  Yes, accomplishing what Lucifer could not in Milton’s Paradise Lost, it seems that God is out and Zadkiel is in, gathering more power all the time, and is preparing to exert that power over all of God’s creation.  Hopeless as it seems, and partnered with the sword wielding Sister Sara, the latest of the famous Caretakers, Blaze is trying to figure out how to take the fight back to Zadkiel.

Enter Daimon Hellstrom, or Hellstorm, the Son of Satan.  Yes, fresh of his adventures in Marvel Zombies 4 The Son of Satan returns to his roots in Ghost Rider, having entered the Marvel Universe first in the pages of Ghost Rider vol. 2 #1 in 1973 (and that first appearance is reprinted in this issue, as well).  Part of Zadkiel’s deal is a desire to rewrite the biblical prophecies of Armageddon in the Book of Revelations which, supposedly, requires an Anti-Christ to bring about.  Oddly enough, there’s a group of Satan worshippers who’ve been breeding the worst of the human lot (including CEOs, it turns out) to give birth to, you guessed it, the Anti-Christ.  All in the interests of Satan, which puts this child at odds with Hellstorm who hates everything about his famous father.  Still, the existence of the Anti-Christ creates complications for Zadkiel.  So, not only is Hellstorm after this child but so are the legions of Zadkiel, but for different reasons.  Since Blaze and Sarah want to bring down Zadkiel then Ghost Rider, Hellstorm and Zakiels minions are all on a collision course with each other.  And the Anti-Christ child himself?  Given all the heinous acts of corporate malfeasance that’ve brought our nation’s economy to its knees, it’s not too surprising in what part of the world we actually find the little monster.

This first issue is packed with multiple and intermingling plot and storylines, all masterfully and with good humor delivered by Wizard Magazines 2008 Best Writer of the Year.  Best of all there’s nearly more supernatural sword wielding and gun toting action than a single issue should be able to contain.  The battle between Zadkiel’s minions and the team of Ghost Rider and Sarah contains an awesome example of ninja style acrobatics and intimate sword play that I just had to read two or three times, I dug it so much, especially Sarah’s final strike.  Gotta hand it to Roland Boschi.  You don’t have to be a cinematically detailed artist like Bryan Hitch, though credit to Hitch again for his work in Captain America: Reborn, to deliver wildly fun and even shocking action.  The stakes simply couldn’t be higher and Aaron and Boschi’s serving up a way cool Ghost Rider story that everyone concerned with the fate of creation should be reading.

Sam Wilson’s Review

Luke Cage Noir #1
Marvel Comics
Written by: Mike Benson and Adam Glass
Drawn by: Shawn Martinbrough
Cover by: Tim Bradstreet

For those of you who haven’t been paying attention, Mike Benson is the latest in Marvel’s stable of hotshot new writers. Coming off an emmy-winning sting on HBO’s Entourage, Mike is a veteran TV writer and entered the comic game last year with a Punisher-one shot and then stepped it up with a sting on Moon Knight (taking him through the Civil War and then some) and the Deadpool one-shot “Games of Death”, and is currently writing Deadpool “Suicide Kings” and kicking all kinds of ass with everyone’s favorite merc with a mouth. Bringing dialogue and characterization back into comics, Mike is just the thing Marvel needed to bring some fire back into a clichĂ©d and played out market, with crossover after crossover beating readers into submission with no end in sight. Marvel’s started it’s “noir” line a few months back, a shout out to the 1930’s Sam Spade-type hard nosed adventures, with a modern twist of course and Mike Benson (and Marvel newcomer Adam Glass, straight from the hit A & E show “The Cleaner”) jumps into the fray with their take on Luke Cage, setting him in 1930’s Harlem.  So how is it?

Mike and Adam set the “noir” tone right away, opening our story with the murder of a white woman in Harlem. Luke Cage is brought into it as a man who just got out of prison, a man whose reputation precedes him.  Harlem denizens speak his named in a hush tone, part fear, part respect and Cage is looking to get his mojo back on again after being away.  His origin is still the same, he was experimented on in prison and it did something to him (steel-hard skin is mentioned) but he got early parole for it and did not break out.  No mention is made as to why he was in prison or if he was guilty or innocent, but at the onset of our tale that isn’t important.  Cage checks out some of his old haunts, looking for an old girl and touching base with an old associate Stryker, a man who has done well for himself running a speakeasy in depression era Harlem.  He finds out his old girl died in a fire, but doesn’t buy it.  Cage also finds himself a new gig, a mysterious white man hires him to find out who killed his wife, the white woman whom I mentioned earlier was murdered.  Two murdered women, a new gig, and at the end a familiar Marvel character given a “noir” twist. Oh yeah, Luke Cage is in Harlem and I’m guessing next issue it’s on…

Luke Cage noir is 2009 bad-ass with 1930’s cool. I didn’t think I would go for the whole “noir” concept, but the way Mike and Adam laid it down I’m good with it.  Luke Cage is the baddest motherfu**er in Harlem, and he doesn’t even put anyone through a wall.  Mike Benson is putting the character back in comics and newcomer Adam Glass brings the hotness, and I’m damn okay with it.  Shawn Martinbrough also sets the “noir” tone perfectly with his muted tones and subtle pencils.  My pick of the week.

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