As usual, I brought it to school and Mason devoured it in the back seat. The nice thing about this routine? On the days I bring comics, Shawn and I can have a mostly-interruption free conversation about her day. Mostly because Mason will still sometimes blurt out with, "Shhhh, I'm trying to read!"
I ended up reading the issue myself, and I want to make one comment about it. First of all, I love the all-ages titles, and I'm only bummed that they stopped producing Fantastic Four All-Ages, because those were Mason's favorites. My theory? FF is too science fiction, even for comic books. I mean, they go into space on a regular basis. I'm not sure a lot of kids these days find that plausible... I mean, unlike, say radioactive spiders giving you super powers.
Anyway, in Spider-Man all ages, Peter is still a high school teen at Mid-town High or wherever. In this issue, he's leaving the public library and, thanks to his Spidey-senses, stumbles across a secret cabal of villains (psuedo-"Hydra" types). Anyway, he accidentally leaves his biology report on at the scene of the crime after beating up the baddies, and picks up their top secret plans (conveniently in a similar manila file folder) instead. The next day, Peter is mortified to discover he doesn't have his homework. But thinks it's going to be okay when there's a substitute teacher, Jessica Drew (Spider-Woman to those in the know.) No, she comes down hard on him and puts him in detention, which Spidey is kind of grateful for because he's realized that maybe the bad guys might now know his secret identity thanks to his mix-up.
Little does he know that Spider-Woman has his biology report which she found at the scene, and she thinks he's an agent of not-Hydra. At any rate, adventures ensue and, of course, Spider-Man and Spider-Woman end up defeating the evil not-Hydra's plans to blow up Times Square.
The best part of this issue, however, is that the author, Sumerak, finally punches through one of those superhero tropes I hate. The trope (or maybe it's better defined as a crutch) is that people can spend all day with the alter ego of the superhero, talking to him/her, and somehow not recognize their mannerisms and/or voice behind the mask ten minutes later when the hero comes to their rescue. I roll with that because it's so common that I tell myself that the Marvel Universe is populated with people who either chose to ignore the obvious (in the case of Aunt May and MJ "denial isn't just a river in Egypt") or are merely, in the words of my favorite Lois & Clark episode, "galatically stupid."
In this issue, however, at the end when Spidey says he has to leave before the not-S.H.I.E.L.D agents arrive to debrief the heroes to protect his secret identity, Spider-Woman lets him ago with a "you've helped tremendously--" (then, after he's swung a good distance away she says in smaller letters, thus quieter,) "Mr. Parker."
And he never notices. I think it would have been even more awesome if she had just said "Thanks, Mr. Parker," and for him to go, "You're welcome" and zip away, and never notice that he'd answered to his real name, because don't you always figure that might happen some day? (And actually Bendis plays with that in the New Avengers when Daredevil accidentally calls Spider-Man "Peter" in front of Captain America and then stops and says, "Uh, you know Spider-Man is Peter Parker, right?")
I love stuff like that.
In other news, I made purple potato bread with the left-over purple mashed potatoes from Sunday's dinner. (We got blue/purple potatoes in the CSA box.) My biggest disappointment? The bread isn't pinker. It's very subtlety pinkish... at one point the dough was very lavender and I had high hopes that it would bake into a lovely, soft purple. Nah. I'm so bummed. You really can't tell I used purple potatoes at all.
We still have a lot left from the box. I have 3/4s of a zucchini, about the same amount of yellow squash, most of a bag of pea pods, a few more potatoes, a tiny shred of the romaine lettuce and the fennel. It will be gone in time for the next box, which isn't until NEXT Thursday anyway.
I've been neglectful about my BroadUniverse membership and just got kicked off the listserv (without the "e"!) I filled out a renewal form, but am waiting to send it in with the next batch of bills. As long as I'm back in business by Gaylaxicon, I should be okay since I'm hoping to take part in the BU rapid-fire reading there. Which I can't do, if I'm not a member.
Speaking of Gaylaxicon, as I mentioned I stopped by their booth at Pride and ran into Don Kaiser who told me that the Gaylaxian reading group was going to be reading and discussing MESSIAH NODE tonight at 7:00 pm at Turtle Bread (4762 Chicago Avenue, Minneapolis). I talked to Shawn, and I'm going to go. I'm not sure I remember MESSIAH NODE, but it might serve as inspiration for the prequel, as this is the most Mouse heavy book I wrote.
Anyway, somehow I ended up writing a small novel again. Wow, I must entertain myself.