ELAYNE RIGGS: Still Life with Gadgets
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not exactly what you would call an early adopter. I’ve tended to view many modern trappings more like modern traps. I readily admit to being one of those mean people who applauded when Apple lowered the price on its iPhone, a product I anticipate never needing nor owning, nodding at the observation that the $200 extra for the debut version (sold to people who actually queued up to buy an expensive status symbol readily available in plentiful quantity in stores and online) should be considered a sucker tax. I believe our affluent society is way too dependent on and obsessive over technological conveniences which will either soon achieve sentience at which point we’ll happily welcome our electronic overlords, or will utterly break down at the next super-solar flareup and leave us with the self-reliance level of children.
That said, I have way too many of these evil machines in my own home.
I remember a time when I didn’t. During my first marriage to somebody as wary of tech as I was, we had a VCR with a wired remote, and a TV with rabbit ears where you had to actually get up to change the channel. (We lived in The Land That Cable Forgot to Wire until about four years after everyone else in NYC was hooked up.) Our computer and printer were hand-me-downs that my office was going to throw away. Usenet and email were nice, but the behemoths were still things on which I worked more than played. Even our kitchen, which of course wasn’t ours but the landlord’s, didn’t have high-tech things like a dishwasher or garbage disposal unit or broiler the size of an oven, and still doesn’t. (I still get annoyed at TV chefs who talk about adjusting racks in the broiler; to me the broiler is found all the way at the bottom of the oven and is about two feet high with the door that opens downward and one temperature setting — turning the oven dial all the way up — and you’re lucky if it works at all without causing the pan to burst into flames. Which still beats Robin’s experience, as he tells me they don’t have broilers at all in England.)
But now, a lot of things are different. My current husband, who can reverse-engineer gadgets as easily as he takes apart and analyzes comic book panels, was born to be a tech geek. If he weren’t such a terrific artist as well, some sort of tech geekery would be how he made his living. He’s the kind of person who was able to FTP pages to DC and Marvel before those companies were even set up to receive them! When Robin emigrated to marry me, he had to leave behind tons of electronics, as British outlets are different and it just didn’t make financial sense to bring over lots of things that required American adapters and doubtless would be obsolete by the time he got settled in. Yes, Robin’s one of those early adopter types whose first reaction to new tech is "Oooh, shiny and pretty!"

Fresh off Day One of the new TV season, The Big ComicMIx Broadcast plunges ahead with out preview ComicMix Phase 2 as we discuss our Thursday series, Black Ice! Comics legend Mike Baron explains how being in the right place at the right time helped get this creation on the road. Plus we talk to some of the first people to get their hands on HALO 3, preview the new comic from the ACLU, cover this week’s new comics and DVDs and if that wasn’t enough, cap it off with a trip back for the "comeback cop."
Comic fans love to play imaginary casting games. Now that comic book movies have become big business, the folks with real money have the means to make those games come true. Here’s the latest casting news, both rumored and factual (at least for now):
Last week, before I so rudely interrupted us, we were discussing the merits of writing comic books using the “full script” method, in which the writer produces a first cousin to a movie script, with visual directions as well as dialogue and other verbal stuff. Now, we should examine he advantages of working in what has come to be called the “Marvel style.” With this method, you will remember, the writer first does a plot and the penciller renders this into a visual narrative. That’s conveyed to the writer who then adds dialogue and captions and, often, indicates where the balloons and captions should be placed by drawing them onto copies of the artwork.
Paul Dini back to animation already? Too much rough Countdown coverage from the blogs?
Lots of people think their neighborhood bar is a place where anything can happen. Well, at Munden’s Bar, anything can happen – and does, frequently. It’s located in Cynosure, the city that serves as the intersection for every dimension, real or unreal, magical, demonic, scientific, holy or a mixture of all. Munden’s is the kind of place where the regulars can include gladiators, gunslingers, wizards, aliens, dancing girls, and a watchlizard named Bob.
