From the pages of “The Butcher” No. 4 (©1990, Mike Baron and Shea Anton Pensa), we learn that all characters in comic books must scream all dialog at each other, whether that be while flying a plane …

… while calmly discussing what the situation does or does not call for …

… while asking a polite question after getting your jaw accidentally unhinged …

… while getting so frustrated watching two pilots shout everyday dialog at each other that your eyes explode into lightning bolts (I’m speaking from personal experience here) …

… while either piloting or co-piloting with your eyes closed and sitting in a chair made of squared-off cement …

… while getting groped by a stranger when you’re a grandmother and poking him back with a Finger of Outrage …

… while whispering for the love of Pete …

… or just while using incredibly exaggerated gestures to show some doofus what this mysterious thing called a “bow” is.

I’m pretty sure I know now why he’s The Butcher — that’s the only way he could come up with to shut everyone the hell up and get some sleep.

Johanna Draper over at “Comics Worth Reading” (a great blog on comics) has a contest running for a male version of this awesome Adam Hughes “Women of the DC Universe” poster, seen here (featuring, from left to right, Catwoman, Oracle, Zatanna, Black Canary, Power Girl, Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Batwoman, Vixen, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn):

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In the history of bad super-hero costumes, I think the Joel Schumacher Batman and Robin Nipple designs have to take home the Oscar (pardon the pun). His fetishistic take on these iconic figures put a stake in the heart of the movie franchise, which made this product tie-in ad I found in one of the Great Random Comics Pile just about perfect:

Batman’s glare seems to be saying “Yes, I’m being called a fruit right here on this box, and because I have been given nipple armor (not shown), I am powerless to react. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. And Robin, if I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times, get your left hand away from there!”

When asked if she wanted to go see “Iron Man”, my wife said “Who’s he?”, immediately disqualifying her from attending. So it was up to me and my pal Dave to pass geek judgment on the film. Dave and I are pretty hard to please when it comes to movies, and very hard to please when it comes to super-hero movies. Having said that, here are the three things you need to know about “Iron Man”:

1. “Iron Man” is the best super-hero movie ever made.
2. Stay all the way — ALL THE WAY — to the end, past the credits. You’ll thank me. And bring a wet-wipe, you’ll need it.
3. I’m so blown away by this movie that I am up at 1:40 in the morning, too keyed up to sleep, writing this review.

The longer version, containing random jumps from topic to topic, is after the jump.

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If “Hypno-Hustler” isn’t actually related to either “Disco Stu” from “The Simpsons” or “The Dazzler”, he at least goes to the same tailor:

My favorite part of his costume is the big pink guitar. Because nothing says “Dangerous Villain” like Fender’s “My Little Pony” series of musical instruments.

(Image ©2006, Marvel Publishing, Inc., from “Marvel Legacy: The 1970’s Handbook”.)