Sunday, April 2, 2017

The Four Stages of Logan...

     I think we can all start off by admitting that, though there have been some really good moments in the Twentieth Century Fox run of X-Men - and other assorted Marvel titles, they've been for the most part less than spectacular.

     But, after seventeen years, when Hugh Jackman gets to help orchestrate his goodbye to the single most loved - if not often overused and (maybe) overhyped - character, well everyone takes notice.

     Set in 2029, Logan takes place in a world that has learned of, and followed the exploits of a band of adventurous mutants called "The X-Men". But, now, mutants are all but gone, the world has moved on, and the last few surviving mutants work to eek out meager existence. James Howlett, aka: The Wolverine", works as a limo driver while trying to care for his aging mentor in a remote area of Texas when a nurse approaches him with a little girl in need of help.

     What follows is two hours of gut wrenching character building, action, drama, and a climax that, though you know it's coming, still hits you like a brick of adamantium. Performances by Patrick Stewart, and new comer Dafne Keen really drive this movie home, and - as described by USA Today, help this story transcend the comic-book genre. (Actually, there is nothing but absolute first rate performances by the entire cast; every last one.)

     Logan is a broken man, conflicted, and in both physical and emotional turmoil, that had me infuriated at his poor choices as he succumbs to his age and the toll taken from almost two centuries of life. In many ways it's so life-like in its depiction of the world it inhabits, and the people that live in it. So much so that how convoluted James Howlett has become, and how unresolved some things are left only make the best sense; making it feel real, heartfelt, and - ultimately - the only natural resolution for the character. A ride you take willingly, at the end.

     Like most I have enjoyed this character, in and out, through the last forty years. But this particular iteration is like none other. And where it detours from such titles as "Logan" and "Old Man Logan" from comic book continuity are absolutely brilliant, and make it - in my book - one of the few... very few... premiere movies of this particular genre. So, I suppose there's only one thing left to remark...

Goodnight James Howlett; travel well.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Urp Hurp Blah Blah

Last moth one of my all time favorite sing/singer/musicians swung into town to play at The Freight & Salvage in Oakland, California; Peter Mulvey.

Peter is an amazing writer who is passionate about his causes and winds a good story while doing some amazing things with just a guitar. I first discovered hom totally by accident when I dug his album - Letters from a Flying Machine - out of the fifty cent bin at my local Rasputin's Music. Adding it to a pile to listen to during a holiday road trip, it became the only album I listened to the entire time. Needless to say I started scooping up his work when I got home.

My first meeting with Peter was very much less painful a while back, the last time he swung through town. I was much less a doofus, then. I don't know what, over the last two years, made me stupid dumb in the mouth, but yeah; pretty much crashed and burned trying to make small talk and let him know how much his music impacts my life.

If you like stuff like amazing storytelling, great guitar work, and something a little more folk rock like, then I cannot recommend Peter Mulvey enough.


You've no doubt noticed things have been pretty much silent here for the past three months. We're still rebuilding after the adventures up in the Pacific Northwest. (Which is our way of apologizing for the low quality of this installment of Stuff.) As we remain transitory, Neverland Transit Authority is working on refining our current production process. However, comics should return next week. Watch for more Galactic Gun and Stuff.

And thank you for your continued ridership!

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Stuff: Gone and Back

After getting back on my feet and getting life rolling, again, I thought I had me a great adventure and future on the horizon when I packed up the entirety of Grand Central Station and headed north this past July to (literally) greener pastures in The Pacific Northwest and the end stop for all pilgrims of lost culture and affordability; Seattle.

But like they say about the best laid plans of mice and Chucks...

Shortly after this posts I will begin the "Drive of Shame" home. Over at The Conductor's Office I've posted some deeper thoughts on this misadventure, but I am beaten and broken. Nothing went according to plan; mostly because, though it was a good plan, it wasn't a good plan for Seattle. It was, in fact, a San Francisco/Silicon Valley plan. And, for better or worse (mostly worse), there's just not any place like Bay Area space. Now I have to go home and try and fix this mess I've gotten myself into.


Comics - both Stuff and Galactic Gun - will return at the end of January. As much I'm also hoping to relocate Grand Central digitally into a new server and format in the coming month, as well as add some new content. This has been an interesting escapade, to be sure; one that has brought me ruin as well as new growth. I guess, the best way to look at it is that there's really no where to go but up, from here, in 2017.