Ah, sweet broadband.
Well, back before I left the old barn for the new barn, I raided my erstwhile-to-be library’s excellent comics shelf and picked up The Vampire Brat, by Batton Lash of Exhibit A Press. This is one of the collections featuring Wolfe & Byrd, Counselors of the Macabre, of whom I had never heard. Nor had I heard of Mr. Lash, although my first thought was that it was admirable that he didn’t insist on the middle initial I. on the cover, which would have ruined the joke.
That restraint (which, it’s just barely possible, is actually his parents’ restraint) was not evidenced in the pages, though. The book was ... ok. There was a whole set of Ali McBeal jokes, which weren’t remotely funny from this remote year and may well not have been funny at the time. In fact, I read through the whole thing without laughing aloud or even snorting, and only a few wry smiles, before he had one of his attorneys say “Please tell the court in your own words why you want to smash puny humans.” Now that’s funny.
chazak, chazak, v’nitchazek,
-Vardibidian.