Our favorite thing about the cover of Mr. District Attorney #62 – published more than five decades ago – is not the magical villain our hero appears to be pursuing. It’s not the fact that the district attorney seems to be attempting to apprehend a criminal in the act rather than prosecuting him in court at some later date. Rather, it’s the fact that the police officer – who is a few steps behind the prosecutor – refers to him not by name but as “D.A.” There’s not even a definite or indefinite article preceding the term – just “D.A.,” as if that were his name. What gives?
You like the ease and convenience of Netflix? You like vinyl? Well, of course you do. Who doesn’t? Well, you’ve got to read the recent piece by Michael Nelso at Stereogum on the perils of the “Netflix for vinyl” model which, apparently, violates the Record Rental Amendment of 1984.
Our favorite tweet of late comes from Lawyer Cat:
A coach on my son’s baseball team has been permanently banned by the league for screaming too much – at everyone. His job IRL? Lawyer.
— Lawyer Cat* (@LawyerCat_) May 14, 2015