Currently Reading and Enjoying….Damage!

So DC Comcs launched a new set of comics following their last big crossover event called Dark Metal. Well it was Batman driven and I’m not a big fan of the Dark Knight, but a new initiative introducing new characters and their various series spun out of it. My favorite of these is Damage.

The story and gimmick of Damage is a super soldier turned monster. I know it’s borrowed heavy from Captain America and the Incredible Hulk. The series throws a gimmick that Ethan Avery, the soldier that became Damage, can only become him for one hour every 24 hours. As the action unfolds through the comic we get a counter in panel.

Avery and Damage are portrayed as two separate consciousnesses that can communicate with each other. The dynamic has unfolded since issue one and develops more each issue. The action in the series really sets it apart from everything else. The action and pacing is fantastic and a big drawl. In just 7 issues Damage has taken down the Suicide Squad, fought Wonder Woman and had a huge fight in New Orleans with Poison Ivy and Swamp Thing.

The hero initiative began by DC Comics back in the early Spring of this year hasn’t fared particularly well sales numbers wise. The Immortal Men has already been marked for cancellation. I don’t feel DC has particularly advertised the line very well and has lacked overall support. Damage sold 17,000 plus copies in June, not setting the world on fire but the ax hasn’t swung yet. Hopefully positive word of mouth will get more people to give the series a try, I really like it. It’s the only series I’m up to date on at this point.

Well have a great weekend and stick with Mid American Culture for fresh content daily.

Like a Fenix

I really feel like this year’s E 3 convention was one of the best in recent memory. We got some long awaited news on Halo 6 and the next Tomb Raider. Fallout 76 and the Division 2 were also highlights. Another great looking game was Gears of War 5. I played the original back in 2006, I almost beat it but didn’t quite get there. I also never got around to playing the sequels. Halo 3 came out and I went to finish my bachelor’s degree and never came back for the continuing adventures of Delta Squad.

Well after seeing that trailer for Gears 5 I’ve bought the Gears of War: Ultimate Edition. I got it super cheap with X-box Live Gold and it’s an absolute blast. What a terrific game this was and is. The Unreal Engine still holds up incredibly well.

I was surprised at how fast you get drawn into this game, even having played it before. The art design of the creepy post Grub world and the fantastic voice cast including Joe DiMaggio of Futurama and Adventure Time fame as main protagonist, Marcus Fenix.

I’m really enjoying this remaster and looking forward to the rest of the series. If you haven’t played Gears in a while or never at all I highly recommend picking up the Ultimate Edition of the first game and all the games are backwards compatible on the X-box One. Happy weekend and happy gaming and please keep checking out Mid-American Culture, your views and likes really power us through for fresh content daily.

Epic Barbecue at Lucius Q’s

Good morning everyone, I’m wrapping up Mid-American-Culture’s restaurant reviews with a great place I just got to try last Saturday. Lucius Q’s is a crazy good barbecue joint in Cincinnati. I was a huge fan of the local indie station WNKU and after it’s closing, station manager Aaron Sharp partnered up to create Lucius Q’s restaurant. Named like Cincinnati itself after Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus a Roman Senator.

You can view the menu at luciusq.com I had the Pendleton Porker Sandwich. Also the corn muffins are epic!

My wife had the baked beans and they were honestly the best I’ve ever had. You have plenty of options on sauces, the Pendleton came with Queen City Gold and I loved it. The staff was very nice and helpful for us first time patrons. The interior was old school with touches of modern industrial.

Most of the menu is locally sourced and they’ve just recently started a barbecue brunch. Which I would’ve for sure tried out this weekend if it wasn’t a 3 hour drive. Also, as a heads up it’s a little tricky with a baby, we regretted not bringing the stroller in with us. Oh and my eldest daughter is a super picky eater and she swears by the mac and cheese. I even got the t-shirt!

Lucius Q is a great little joint in city that was once known as Porkopolis for it’s massive pork production. Tasty tasty barbecue. Have a great weekend and hope you get to enjoy the list of restaurants we reviewed this week.

Farewell Steve Ditko

Hello everyone, it was discovered by the world at large yesterday that comic icon Steve Ditko has passed away. Ditko left his mark on the world as the co-creator of Marvel Comics Spider-Man and Doctor Strange. He designed both characters and came up with the rogues gallery for much of Spidey’s main villians including Green Goblin, the Lizard, and Doctor Strange’s Dormammu.

He drew the Amazing Spider-Man for 6 years and left over a falling out with Stan Lee.

He went to Carlton Comics where his main contribution was the Blue Beetle and the Question who would be a major influence on Alan Moore when he created Rorschach of the Watchman.

Ditko would work a bit for DC Comics in the 1980s before comic back to Marvel in the 90’s and creating Squirrel-Girl.

Ditko was a famous recluse compared to author JD Salinger. He continued working and self publishing up until his death. He was also an avid blogger. He will be greatly missed, but his creations will live on forever. Thanks for the work and effort Mr. Ditko

What You Took In

Trapped with no way out.
Think, plan, and figure.
Sometimes you awaken and the walls seem…closer.
Made it out before.
Always ending up back in the dark.
The dust floats through the air,
I wish I could telepathically send it for help.
Half a lifetime walled away.
I don’t wanna die here, like this.
All you have is what you took in.

A Bat-Alternate to God Level Batman.

Hello friends! I’m back with more geeky goodness and today I want to make the case for Batgirl, the Barbara Gordon one being a more enjoyable character the Batman, the Bruce Wayne one. DC Comics, a subsidy of Warner Bros., which I guess is also a subsidy of AT&T now loves Batman. Loves him! Lives for him! He’s in like 113 fucking books a month. He’s getting married, he’s in space, he’s fighting the joker, I think he might also be the Joker. His comic activity is padded with some feature films and dozens of cartoons. Plus he sells lots of t-shirts and bookbags, and what about car stickers? Tons of car stickers because everyone with a black mustang assumes it’s the Batmobile.

However to me Batman is boring. People complain that Superman is overpowered. They aren’t even talking about Golden Age Superman who could move planets. They just mean the modern one that can catch a plane or stop a tank is overpowered. Everyone loves Batman because he’s “just a human” or “he’s like us.” How do you figure? He may have started out as a guy who was Sherlock Holmes with bat ears, but now he has the ability to take down gods. He has defeated Darkseid, Superman, and even the freaking Predator.

It’s ridiculous but DC has made Batman their icon. I mean he should be an icon and obviously is, but I’m in the minority when I tell you the character is boring and totally unrelatable. People complain about Superman? An all powerful alien? Well yeah raised by working stiffs Jon and Martha Kent. Plus Superman earns a living working for a major newspaper, which is kinda hard to believe in 2018, but you get the point. Batman is a know it all billionaire that has the most bad ass weapons of all time and can’t be stopped by anything. At least Supes had kryptonite.

You know a Bat character that rocks? It’s Barbara Gordon Batgirl.

She’s a icon in her own right. She was a mainstay of the DC Universe before a bullet shattered her backbone in the 1980’s. Barbara would for years work behind the scenes from her wheel chair as the Oracle guiding Gotham’s heroes. Best I can figure Barbara was confined to a wheelchair for 3 years in her time but in our world a generation grew up with the Oracle not Batgirl as their hero.

Batman famously had his back broken in the 1993 story Knightfall. Steroidal villian Bane just snapped his back over his knee.

Both Bruce Wayne and Barbara Gordon would eventually regain the use of their legs Bruce took about 4 months and was healed by a extra energy fallout from his kinda girlfriend/traveling doctor Shonda Kinsolving. Extra telekinetic energy. WTF ever.

As I already mentioned Barbara would be wheelchair bound for around 3 years and would have nanobot surgery in South Africa after volunteering for the risky procedure.

Barbara just seemed to earn hers more than Bruce, which is essentially my whole point. Batman can do anything, have anything, and take down anyone.

Batgirl is written like a Silver Age Marvel character mainly in the sense that they could exist in the real world.

While Batman is hanging in his giant underground layer or on the fucking moon, Barbara is attending college and actually shown to be learning things, at her apartment with a roommate, or maybe just a coffee shop like real folks do. She even has to deal with gentrification when her favorite coffee shop is bought out.

Im just saying Batman is probably the most popular comic book character on the planet and I think Batgirl is better. Maybe I’m wrong and feel free to let me know on the comments below or on Twitter @M_American_ or @mikeburns77.

I know Bruce.

Cherrylog Road

This post I wanted to share another of my favorite poems, Cherrylog Road by James L. Dickey.

Dickey was born in Buckhead, Georgia in 1923. He would attend Clemson University before joining the U.S. effort in WWII. He served as a Night Fighter in an air squadron in the Pacific Theater and flew over 100 combat missions. After the war he spent time continuing his education and taught and lectured for awhile. He eventually decided, in his words to “Chase the buck,” and he began to work as a writer in advertising. He would return to more personal writing and would publish his first collection of poetry in n 1960 called Into the Stone, and other writings. He would become a national poet Laurette in 1966 and publish his acclaimed novel Deliverance in 1970. He would even have a cameo in the Burt Reynolds starring film adaptation.

Dickey’s writing is known for a sense of primitivism that he envokes even as modern man would like to escape from it. He often in his writing inhabits animals and gives us nature’s perspective. He liked to blur the lines of reality and the dream world and often base human desire.

In the poem Cherrylog Road a young man has parked his bike in a junkyard and is awaiting his girlfriend to come along for a make out session in an abandoned and decrepit auto. While he waits he gathers up some parts for girl to show her dad as an excuse to go in the first place. I love this poem, hope you enjoy it as well. Keep up to date with Mid-American-Culture and follow us on Twitter for fresh content daily and I leave you on Cherrylog Road.

Cherrylog Road

Off Highway 106
At Cherrylog Road I entered
The ’34 Ford without wheels,
Smothered in kudzu,
With a seat pulled out to run
Corn whiskey down from the hills,
And then from the other side
Crept into an Essex
With a rumble seat of red leather
And then out again, aboard
A blue Chevrolet, releasing
The rust from its other color,
Reared up on three building blocks.
None had the same body heat;
I changed with them inward, toward
The weedy heart of the junkyard,
For I knew that Doris Holbrook
Would escape from her father at noon
And would come from the farm
To seek parts owned by the sun
Among the abandoned chassis,
Sitting in each in turn
As I did, leaning forward
As in a wild stock-car race
In the parking lot of the dead.
Time after time, I climbed in
And out the other side, like
An envoy or movie star
Met at the station by crickets.
A radiator cap raised its head,
Become a real toad or a kingsnake
As I neared the hub of the yard,
Passing through many states,
Many lives, to reach
Some grandmother’s long Pierce-Arrow
Sending platters of blindness forth
From its nickel hubcaps
And spilling its tender upholstery
On sleepy roaches,
The glass panel in between
Lady and colored driver
Not all the way broken out,
The back-seat phone
Still on its hook.
I got in as though to exclaim,
“Let us go to the orphan asylum,
John; I have some old toys
For children who say their prayers.”
I popped with sweat as I thought
I heard Doris Holbrook scrape
Like a mouse in the southern-state sun
That was eating the paint in blisters
From a hundred car tops and hoods.
She was tapping like code,
Loosening the screws,
Carrying off headlights,
Sparkplugs, bumpers,
Cracked mirrors and gear-knobs,
Getting ready, already,
To go back with something to show
Other than her lips’ new trembling
I would hold to me soon, soon,
Where I sat in the ripped back seat
Talking over the interphone,
Praying for Doris Holbrook
To come from her father’s farm
And to get back there
With no trace of me on her face
To be seen by her red-haired father
Who would change, in the squalling barn,
Her back’s pale skin with a strop,
Then lay for me
In a bootlegger’s roasting car
With a string-triggered I2-gauge shotgun
To blast the breath from the air.
Not cut by the jagged windshields,
Through the acres of wrecks she came
With a wrench in her hand,
Through dust where the blacksnake dies
Of boredom, and the beetle knows
The compost has no more life.
Someone outside would have seen
The oldest car’s door inexplicably
Close from within:
I held her and held her and held her,
Convoyed at terrific speed
By the stalled, dreaming traffic around us,
So the blacksnake, stiff
With inaction, curved back
Into life, and hunted the mouse
With deadly overexcitement,
The beetles reclaimed their field
As we clung, glued together,
With the hooks of the seat springs
Working through to catch us red-handed
Amidst the gray breathless batting
That burst from the seat at our backs.
We left by separate doors
Into the changed, other bodies
Of cars, she down Cherrylog Road
And I to my motorcycle
Parked like the soul of the junkyard
Restored, a bicycle fleshed
With power, and tore off
Up Highway 106, continually
Drunk on the wind in my mouth,
Wringing the handlebar for speed,
Wild to be wreckage forever.