Sunday’s talk at Unity of New York was by Associate Minister Carlos Wayne Anderson (for long-time Unity people, he is the “Carlos” of the music act Carlos and Johnny that toured Unity churches in the 1980s), and in the midst of an already very powerful talk, he mentioned a quote attributed to Albert Einstein, “Two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I am not yet completely sure about the universe.” (The attribution comes from Gestalt psychotherapist Frederick S. Perls, who must have heard him say it in person for it to be Einstein’s: http://quoteinvestigator.com/2010/05/04/universe-einstein/ .)
One of the major themes of this blog is the infinity of human stupidity. When relevant, I have brought up my homelessness in posts on YouTube, and I have gotten both sympathy and attacks. I argue very strongly, for example, that the theory that if wealth were redistributed, it would NOT end up within the hands of the same people in a matter of years, as many right-wingers claim. The major problem is that in the current economy, the haves lord over the have-nots with their wealth, when they are often far less intelligent, but simply have the resources. Lately, it’s almost degenerated into “jocks vs. nerds.”
Francisco (Fransiscodely@hotmail.com) IP address: 184.108.40.206 [the e-mail bounced, so I assume that it's fake. The IP address is from Arlington, VA] describes my former employer, Amit Kumar, as “wise and correct” for knowing that I was a paycheck away from homelessness on the salary he himself was paying me. That just makes his decision to fire me all the more perverse. ”Perversion” and “pervert” are good words for the people who oppose me. Conservative homophobes love to use those terms with LGBT people (I know from a previous talk by Carlos how difficult someone in the B category has it), but how is it any less perverse to defend the wealthy exploiting the poor, and the government taking away the needs of the poor in order to subsidize the wants of the rich? Anyone who thinks that someone with eight years of higher education and severe problems in their lower back and limbs should do menial food service labor is a pervert.
Take a look at this exchange on YouTube:
Gee, I moved to a new town in Calif in Jan. Took me one week to get hired, applied at two places. Didnt like the place, quit, got another job in 7 dats. Didnt like it, quit too. Took 2 weeks, off, will start looking this week, will be working by the end of next week. Been this way all my life. I`m 61
Sounds like YOU refuse retail/fast food? I used to run restaurants, for 30 tears. Before then, I started as minimum wage dish washer. Ended up running 6 stores, about 300 employees under me. Think food is minimum wage, when you have 300 under you? Afraid to work your way UP? But, I`m old, spinal laminectomy and fusion, shot to shit. So, I sell cars. I can lift a pen, and a credit app. And, its retail, and I dont make anywhere NEAR minimum.
What part of “medically limited to a desk job” did you not understand???? Asshole.
For starters, get a job, and quit spending so much time reading propoganda or going on YouTube listening to people who confirm your leftist leanings. If you think being a boss is easy, nobody is stopping you from being one yourself.
You’re an idiot. first of all, in the past 13 months, I have applied for 1,649 jobs, was granted 16 interviews, half of which were with staffing services, and received two offers for short-term freelance work. Telling me “get a job” is non sequitur. And there is a thing called money that is stopping me from being a boss myself.
I can’t work in a restaurant. Would you want someone working in your restaurant who was in so much pain that they were moving very slowly two hours into a shift and having back spams and falling down 4 hours into a shift?
and in spite of that limitation, I tried several retail stores where I would not be impacted by the dangers of a kitchen. They didn’t want me, at least not when I was honest on my application. If they had checked, however, I could have been prosecuted. Target’s app said so right on it.
My surgeon said I am totally disabled. He told me he would help me. Guess what? I can work, and do. But, in the fucking off case you are limited to a desk job, let me suggest telemarketing. I have done it, my son has doe it. In fact, thats how he started out in sales, and ended up selling sofrtware for another company, after he had telemarketing experience. You know, the fucking job he “lied” sort of to get. BTW, telemarketing hires anyone with a ;pulse. And, you sit on your ass all day.
I have been fired from three telemarketing jobs for low sales, so that doesn’t work. This lowball crap is ridiculous. I have an advanced degree.
OK, it`s far better for you to sit and wallow in defeat. The world sucks, It doesnt respect the stupid major you wasted your time and money in. Give up, stay home, and be poor. There, now I am the normal, politically Liberal person. It`s not your fault. Your life and situation is hopeless. Do you mind if I behave differently for myself? I dont actually accept having to lie down and fucking die.
Translation: “I’m better than you because I am a sadomasochist. Not only do I not give a fuck if you put yourself in excruciating pain for a very low wage, but I don’t care if your having a back spasm near someone else knocks them into sharp or hot equipment.” You are obviously very proud of being an immoral and unethical person, as your insistence that I should lie exemplifies.
My guess is that your disability is mental.
And if it isn’t, I expect you’ll end up hurting someone, get sued for negligence, and then whine about tort reform like a typical Republican dumbass.
I have n idea why you think I`m going to hurt someone. You are afraid you are. So, you need to give up, let the rest of us support you. Isnt that what you want?
If you have back spasms from prolonged standing the way I do, you are eventually going to hurt someone else if you stand and work in a busy commercial kitchen.
I never said anything about giving up. all I said is that I am not willing to apply to jobs where I am a danger to myself and others.
OK, you suck, Keep trying, you may get better. Hey, I got fired from auto sales before too. So? There are lots of places to work, some peole DO make money. Your advanced degree seems like it`s worthless. Do you want a prize, because you were too stupid to get an advanced degree in something not stupid?
Sorry, but you just regurgitate pop culture opinions and slanders. You make fun of ‘rednecks’ because it’s socially acceptable and keeps people within a certain comfort zone. Poking fun at the white underclass allows us to make a few snide remarks without worrying about being politically incorrect. Similar jokes about the black underclass would make people uneasy because the conditions are so horrible.Reply · in reply to josegevard
I’m an auto mechanic. Do you really think people are going to ship there cars to China to get them fixed? XD I bet you used to work in a cubical doing tec support over the phone and now some Indian is doing your job for $2 an hour. haha, you fail at life! XDXDXDXD
As you can see, the jock/nerd confrontation definitely came up in the argument with TruthOasis. Much of what I said deriding people in trades was targeted specifically against his anti-intellectual tirade. Of course we need people in the skilled trades, but there are enough people who want to work in them that people like me who were nerds in school and have no interest in working on cars shouldn’t be the ones doing those jobs. As far as shady mechanics, in addition to it being a commonplace occurrence on both news magazine and fiction television (I remember seeing it on <em>Dateline NBC</em> and numerous sitcoms, including <em>Alf</em>), I had first hand experience with them with Lee Myles Transmission on Forest Avenue in Staten Island in January 2006. Mechanics who had supposedly repaired the engine of the van my father was letting me use were so incompetent that they left the screwdriver on top of the car, so I took it back and returned it. This is litotes, because five days later the engine caught on fire and exploded before the fire department arrived. A stupid NYPD officer made things worse by stopping me from approaching and informing the fire department that no one else was in the vehicle. As a result, the fire department smashed all the windows so that I lost property inside the vehicle (including paperwork rendered illegible by the fire hoses) between damage and the theft that occurred when it was parked overnight. Before the vehicle was towed away by the Department of Sanitation (the upstairs neighbor who kept making the death threats told me to sell the minivan for scrap, but as long as I had to park my van on a public street, there wasn’t time to prevent this), someone actually stole one of the seats, not that I needed it. My father, who supervised everything via phone because it was his vehicle, contributed to the stupidity. One of his former business partners is (or was–his stepdaughter, whom I know back to elementary school, said that he got HIV and she didn’t know if he was still alive) a Pre-Paid Legal adviser, told him to send a formal letter through postal mail. He did this and got no response. I asked him for the receipts that I had mailed to him so that I could deal with it myself, which he didn’t do after numerous requests. Eventually, I contacted Lee Myles Corporate and gave them the information that I had, which was limited in specifics because of the lack of paperwork. They said that that franchise was closed, and that they knew nothing of the incident, and as such, it was too late. Both my parents kept raising the issue of how much they had spent on making sure I had a vehicle, brushing aside the issue that the net effect of the money spent was no car in a place where public transportation is terrible, which precipitated my move to the Bronx. When I was fired in Jacksonville, my mother actually thought I should have stayed there in spite of my physical condition, the mass transit situation thrice as bad as Staten Island’s, and Jacksonville’s reputation as one of the least pedestrian-friendly city’s in the world, knowing full well that standing and walking are painful for me with herniated discs, sciatica, and plantar fasciitis.
Now the stupid right-wing media is praising Angelina Jolie as a hero because she got a double mastectomy because a doctor told her that she had an 87% chance of developing breast cancer in the future. To me, this rates as just slightly less stupid than Earl Zea cutting off his member with pruning shears to prevent a gay neighbor from stalking him. The intelligent course of action would have been to get checked regularly and deal with it as a problem arises. There is strong evidence for E.B. Weeks’s “I am a child of God, and I do not inherit sickness.” What we inherit tends to be diet and habits that we learned that put us at risk. I am not discounting the genetic factors, but to ignore environmental factors is just as stupid. The ancient Greeks identified cancer, but incidences of it have been rising because of lifestyle choices of the past hundred years. This is also abetted by perverse companies that make money by making unhealthy food much more readily available and less expensive than healthy food, which, in Jolie’s case, should not be an issue. Not only is it a bodily mutilation (with which her tattoos belie any objection), but she is deliberately putting herself at the risk of infection or having a reaction to anesthesia. There is simply no possible way to justify a preventative amputation, but journalists seem to be eating it up as “bravery” and “heroism.” Jolie and the press are tools of Big Pharma and the American Medical Association, the same lobbyists that want to put ridiculous caps on medical malpractice suits for life-destroying mistakes. (For concrete examples, see http://www.informationliberation.com/print.php?id=8903 .)
For further stupidity, one need look no farther than the New York City Human Resources Administration. Because I was finally able to get my public assistance case closed (and I hope I get a job before my unemployment runs out and I have to reopen one), storage payments are handled as a one-shot deal. I still have to do the third stage of the application for one this Friday. I was told that I would have to do the documentation delivery and the eligibility verification appointment even though I was going to be denied based on the fact that having over $2,000 in savings meant that I had sufficient resources to cover my storage myself. Nonetheless, when I turned in documentation of my savings account, I actually had $1,829 after paying the storage bill (as well as a new supply of contact lenses) myself, which means that they will probably pay the storage facility the $280 requested, anyway.
In the shelter, I am surrounded by stupid people. One guy insisted that I limp because I am an ex-cop who got injured and that my tooth discoloration is the result of a cocaine addiction. (I have never tried cocaine, and, being a nerd who mostly attends only grown-up parties, I believe the only time I ever saw it in real life was when I was at Fat Cat Billiards on Christopher Street for Chrissy Michaels’s birthday party. Someone not from our party was doing lines off the top of the hand dryer in the men’s room.) My expected move-out date was yesterday, but one can hardly move out of a homeless shelter on a weekly income of $112 without vast reserves of savings, not $1,829.
The most persistent theme when I discuss my homelessness on YouTube, other than the doubting that a homeless person could access YouTube (stupid in itself, since the poster presumably doesn’t use libraries), is that I need to get a job, am not making sufficient efforts to get a job if I spend *any* time on YouTube, or that there are resources available to help me get a job and make my points moot, none of which are reasonable or informed comments. Social Security refuses to help me because I can work a desk job. Project Renewal’s Next Step program put me with a job counselor who wasn’t doing anything for me that I couldn’t do myself. He certainly didn’t have any leads that were of any use to someone of my abilities and needs. FEGS sent two people to interview for a temp admin job. The other person was late, so the job developer thought I was practically guaranteed the job, but the employer went with someone not from FEGS in spite of the tax write-off.
I would like to reiterate at this point that I did better than 93% of the U.S. population on Pew’s test of basic science, on which I got all thirteen questions right, and probably could have done so without the multiple choice responses. I tweeted to @realdonaltrump betting him $1,000 that he could not do better than me, stating that I am homeless, but he wouldn’t take me up. I am not the first person to ask him about IQ tests; however, but probably the first person living in a homeless shelter to do so.
In Robert Scheerer’s 1988 television remake of The Absent-Minded Professor, Harry Anderson, as Professor Henry Crawford, tells his class that nerds are the people who make real accomplishments in the world. Although I have not seen it since it was rerun later the same season, I am certain he was discussing overall academic achievers and not strictly STEM students. This was the same litany I heard from all my teachers, and, as a nerd (and certainly shows like Head of the Class said that there are a variety of nerds, not just math whizzes like Arvid Engen–nearly every one of them had a different strong suit from the others), I treasured it. Tradesmen and businessmen tell me that this was brainwashing, since teachers are not well paid, but are puffed up role models for young people; however, it does not take a very close examination of history to determine that what they were saying was mostly true at the time. I was 12 in 1988, and a college graduate in any field who was unemployed long-term was unheard of unless they did something blatant to mess up their life. It seems to me that a lot of the businesspeople were jocks and are taking revenge on the nerds by refusing to hire all but the least competent people. Too many times have people from the Department of Labor and various charitable organizations that try (and I emphasize try since, to date, I have not gotten an interview through anyone’s efforts other than my own) to help people into employment discussed “insecure” employers who don’t want to hire someone with more education or perceived higher intelligence or emotional security than they have. An ex-boss who treated me like garbage admitted to me that he is a “big baby” and that I, at $8.50 an hour, needed to serve his needs without any sort of clarification as to what those were. David Friedman saw this guy’s insecurity even without meeting him, and as I worked with David’s Thought Exchange process, I stopped (according to David) coming across as insecure and was fired within a matter of days. then there are the people who say that if the minimum wage were eliminated, I would have a job were I humble enough to accept it, but I ask them what the point of a job is if it pays so little that I qualify for the government benefits that they despise. This is perversion on their part. Long-time readers of this blog have surely noticed the vague attacks of “stupid” this blog has gotten, yet are unable to put forth a coherent explanation of why what I have said is unintelligent, foolish, or misguided other than leaping to asinine conclusions in which they ineptly try to demonstrate how something caused my homelessness. When someone can rattle off the names of people with B.A.s in English and communication and/or M.A.s in film and media who are homeless sans substance abuse or mental illness, they will have a case against me, and not before. Although Department of Homeless services records are kept confidential, if they were to volunteer, would they find anyone who could instantly provide them with proof of higher education, records of job search as soon as they could get on a computer, and high test scores at staffing agencies that don’t place them? In the 1990s, when I earned my B.A., it is highly unlikely that they would, but now it’s starting to become commonplace. I know the word “overqualified” is not a new coinage–E. Nelson Bridwell had Superman use it in Action Comics #561 (November 1984)–but I’m not sure it was in commonplace usage, especially in regards to job search. When Superman used it, it was because Red Kryptonite had split him into several beings, including a futuristic version of himself who had powers that he didn’t have the experience to utilize in the ways he could with his standard powers, which had destructive results. It is impossible for an intelligent person to believe that someone of my skills and physical limitations can be utilized in retail-fast food, telemarketing, or industrial trade work. And this is the crux of the problem–the near-zero sum game of capitalism has destroyed the job market such that very few people can be utilized–used, yes, but not utilized. Marx’s main point, as Terry Eagleton details, was utilization and leisure, concepts that are anathema to the exploitative capitalists that favor the wealthy person enslaving, or nearly so, those who are economically disadvantaged, especially if those they enslave are, in most if not all other ways, of superior ability.
I just sent this as a complaint via MTA’s website:
Around 8:30 this morning, I attempted to enter the Bleecker Street station on the southbound side. After swiping my card, I put it back in my wallet as I entered the turnstile. Some of the contents of my wallet fell out, and I gathered them back up. I was then not allowed into the turnstile, and my card was coming up “just used.” This is a stolen swipe. I don’t think it took more than 30 seconds to gather my belongings, because the train was announced as approaching when I dropped them, and it was just arriving as I attempted to go through the turnstile. I went to the entry at the other end of the station. I didn’t see an attendant, and when “just used” kept coming up, I climbed over the turnstile rather than wait the eighteen minutes. I say “climbed,” because I’m in no physical condition to jump a turnstile, and even the climb was accomplished with great pain. I just hope a security camera wasn’t on so that you could extort money out of me for your theft of my swipe.
As I mentioned in regard to Mr. Stereotype, jumping a turnstile is an arrestable offense. I believe the fine is something like $75. I have entered the subway system illegally only twice in the entire time that I have lived in New York–this time and once when my card failed to work at the Norwood D station and I had no money for another card. That time I went in through the emergency exit with impunity as someone was leaving when the attendant was a jerk and wouldn’t let me in because the reader wouldn’t read the card, which I believe was damaged by a reader at the Kingsbridge Ave D station earlier that day–this was at a point when I was tutoring two students in the Bronx–one on Monday afternoons and the other on Monday evenings. The train came before she could have anything done to me.
MTA really has a racket going on. Now they charge you $1 for a new card in addition to the regular charge. Periodically, one has to buy new cards rather than refill the old one, however. I have empty cards that I got from HRA that the computer would not allow me to add to. After going through several cards like this, I eventually put my unlimited rides for the month on a card that was significantly more worn and bent.
At last Friday’s Occu-Evolve meeting, some guys brought in pamphlets explaining why MTA should be paid for entirely through taxes to which they are actually entitled, but because of cronyism with investors, they are having to pay outlandish interest rates that they collect through fair hikes. Unfortunately, they brought only three copies of the pamphlet, or else I would provide the details here.
This is on the level of stupidity of Amit Kumar firing me and the DJs in Florida who got suspended for an April Fool’s joke regarding “Dihydrogen Monoxide.”
This morning’s breakfast consisted of a bowl of corn grits, two corn muffins, and a package of corn flakes, along with the usual orange juice and milk. A guy in the elevator insisted that it was cream of wheat, but it tasted like corn, and the taste and texture were very different from the cream of wheat that we got for nearly every breakfast at Bellevue. For the past several mornings, they haven’t given us fruit at breakfast, as if they can’t afford it on the $20,000 a day they get from the government–$117 per resident per day (my ex-landlord got a little over $31 per day).
My clothes reek of tobacco as I write this because of the brazen smoking that occurred in the bathroom today far worse than usual, and of course, nobody got busted.
Mr. Stereotype’s Maxim pics and pictures of his family are now folded up in my locker because I thought he’d be coming back for them. I think he got transferred. He lost his bed because he got caught jumping a turnstile while on parole and got kept all night at the police station. I last saw him downstairs the other night trying to get a bed. I have not seen him since, so I assume that he has been transferred.
My new case worker does not know, and said that he would not be allowed to disclose if he did, if my previous caseworker, the moron, was fired. He stated that the shelter cannot force me to do work that I do not feel comfortable doing, whereas my previous caseworker said that I needed to be applying to security jobs, even with my medical papers and FEGS’s work conclusions limiting me to a desk job right in front of her. He said that I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing, and his initial “we need to get you out of here” was tempered when he saw my weekly unemployment income. This caseworker seems to be sensible. He didn’t even react when I pulled a pack of the generic cereal that they give us at breakfast out of my backpack, which will most likely be my lunch today because my SNAP benefits have not replenished.
My full membership to Unity of New York, A Spiritual Center for Creative Living, has been restored. The church has 248 members and 2,000 on the mailing list, typically 5-600 for Sunday services (held at Symphony Space, which has 756 seats). We would have 250, but I learned at yesterday’s membership meeting that someone forged documents, and his membership was revoked, and his wife’s membership was suspended. This was a big disappointment for the minister, who married them (this congregation is only 14 years old). I guess e-mailing the choir about housing when you’ve lost your out of state job isn’t exactly on the level of misrepresenting the entire church an an illegal fashion to get us office space we own rather than rent.
Perhaps I’ll be allowed back into the choir next season, although choir rehearsal and housing committee meetings of Picture the Homeless overlap.
This is what I got at Free Comic Book Day 2013, include several issues (including a duplicate) from the 2012 batch. A friend offered to drive me, but he never made it. I went to St. Mark’s the night before for some half off comics, which you see at the bottom. The previous weekend, they had my number one wishlist item, Detective Comics #482 (20th appearance of Etrigan the Demon and earliest I don’t have even in reprint (none exists)), and I waited for the sale only to not get it. They were stingy in previous years, so I didn’t go on Saturday. I went to Forbidden Planet (21 comics–no choice), Midtown Comics Times Square (3 comics–no choice–Infinity, Superman, Valiant 2013), JHU Comic Books (5 of choice), Montasy Comics Chapter 2 (3 of choice), Manhattan Comics and More (3 of choice), Time Machine (1 left I didn’t yet have), Desert Island (took 2 I didn’t yet have and 1 that FP creased, plus other freebies), Bergen Street (4), Galaxy (1 left I didn’t yet have), Galaxy III (all they had left were Superman and Infinity).
Said friend was going to Yonkers. I asked him to go to Magnum in Riverdale and see if they had any I didn’t have, but he wasn’t able to find it, and I can’t remember the street to where they moved. That might have been tough because he doesn’t have a cell phone. His calling me from pay phones is the main reason we were unable to coordinate. I was reminded of when my father died, my mother gave me literally two seconds to answer the phone (My ringtone was the Nokia pop rendering of the Queen of the Night’s “”Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen (Hell’s Wrath Burns in Mine Heart)” from Mozart’s Die Zauberföte. It starts with the coloratura part (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:QueenOfTheNightAria1.png), on the third measure of the passage in the link, and it made it only to the F before I lost the call and kept saying hello to no one) when I was at O’Hare airport where my flight had been delayed, then spent the next several hours tying up the line, and yelled at me for being a jerk for not picking up the phone when I finally didn’t get a busy signal a couple of hours later.
In between Time Machine and Desert Island, I went to the “community meal” at the Church of the Village. There, I met a Chinese man and his teenage daughter. I had seen them around, but after the girl caught my eye and I realized almost immediately that she was not of age, I didn’t make an effort to sit near her, but the table where she was was nearly empty in a very full room. The struck up a conversation with me, mostly via his daughter, because he spoke almost no English, and she spoke only what she had learned in school–Chinese are now required to learn English in school). They were from Guangzhou and had been in New York only a year. She asked for my e-mail address when I mentioned having worked as a tutor, although if they’re eating at soup kitchens, I doubt that this will mean paying work. They were astonished when I told them how horrible Project Renewal’s Third Street Shelter is, to the point where the food is unsafe often enough for me to avoid it, and that the beds are in a big open area (which was not the case with either Bellevue or Eddie Harris). They were also hopeful that with my education, I would not be there much longer. One of the servers, also a teenage girl, sat down near us, and the girl from Guangzhou asked her for her e-mail address as well. When I told her about how it was my physical challenges that were a major factor in my lack of work, she mentioned she had similar issues with prolonged standing, and that the hour and a half of the soup kitchen volunteering is really all she can handle, and that she could never do food service as a full-time job because of scoliosis, lower back trouble, and pain in prolonged standing.
Free Comic Book Day is a little bitter for me after last year, since that was the same day that Amit Kumar fired me over the phone, leading directly to my homelessness, although numerically, the anniversary is on
This is what I got. I finished my set of Gaiman Sandman in the non-recolored edition. Now I just need the Yoshitako Amano illustrated novel, The Dream Hunters to have a complete set. stores tend not to stock it because there is now a graphic novel version illustrated by P. Craig Russell, which I have in single-issue format. I bought Brief Lives at a 15% discount at Forbidden Planet and Endless Nights for a 40% Discount at JHU Comic Books (what Jim Hanley’s Universe is calling its much smaller replacement store on 32nd Street). The clerk said that, as a member, I would be eligible for another 40%-off-one-item discount next month. If it’s available, I think that will probably be the I… Vampire classic trade (retail, $29.99). Aside from these, the only other thing I bought on Free Comic Book Day was Justice League Dark #19, which was also subject to a 15% discount, although the clerk would have charged me full price had I not reminded her (another employee yelled it out soon after), and she forgot the complimentary bag and board Forbidden Planet normally provides.
I just hope I don’t get an administrative transfer from the shelter this coming week. Brooklyn College Library is doing its students-only finals lockdown next week, and I’d like to wait until then to go to my storage unit. The reduction of my unemployment benefits by $16 has had a definite psychological effect, and I’ve failed to keep up with saving 60% as the shelter system requires, although I haven’t down any transfers form my savings account, even though I really need to buy a new batch of contact lenses, which is more than a week’s pay.
1. Marvel Now! Previews (2012) #3
2. Free Comic Book Day 2012 (Image 20) (2012) nn
3. The Hypernaturals Free Comic Book Day Edition (2012) nn
4. Free Comic Book Day and Serenity: Firefly Class 03-K64 – It’s Never Easy / Free Comic Book Day: Star Wars – “The Art of the Bad Deal” (2012) nn
5. Action Time Buddies (2013) #1
6. Top Shelf Kids Club (2011) nn 
7. Master P’s Theatre (2013) Free Comic Book Day 2013
8. 2013 Free Comic Book Day Flip Book (2013) nn
9. World of Archie Digest Free Comic Book Day Edition (2013) #1
10. Free Comic Book Day 2013 (Avengers/Hulk) (2013) #1
11. Scratch9 (2010) #1
12. Jurassic StrikeForce 5 (2011) Free Comic Book Day Special Edition
13. AAM Markosia FCBD 2013 (2013) nn
14. Finding Gossamyr/The Stuff of Legend (2012) nn (Free Comic Book Day 2013)
15. Ugly Doll Comics: Free Comic Book Day (2013) nn
16. Grimm (2013) #0
17. The Sandman: Endless Nights (2003) OGN SC
18. The Steam Engines of Oz (2013) #1
19. Wizard School (2013) Free Comic book Day 2013
20. Aphrodite IX (2013) #1
21. Prince Valiant: Free Comic Book Day Special Edition (2013) nn
22. Worlds of Aspen 2013 (2013) #1
23. Valiant Comics FCBD 2013 Special (2013) nn
24. The Sandman (1989) TPB vol. 07
25. Justice League Dark (2011) #19
26. Sonic And Mega Man: Worlds Collide Prelude, Free Comic Book Day Edition (2013) #1
27. KiZoic Presents: Sesame Street/Strawberry Shortcake (2013) Free Comic Book Day
28. Anna & Froga/Pippi Longstocking Color Special (2013) nn
29. The Smurfs, a Free Comic Book Day comicbook (2013) nn
30. Molly Danger Featuring Princeless (2013) FCBD one-shot
31. Spongebob Freestyle Funnies (2013) Free Comic Book Day
32. NFL Rush Zone – Action Lab – FCBD 2013 (2013) nn
33. Capstone Presents: Mr. Puzzle (2013) Free Comic Book Day 2013
34. Bongo Comics Free-For-All (2006) FCBD 2013
35. Damsels: Mermaids (2013) #0
36. Fubar: Free Comic Book Day MMXIII (2013) nn
37. Free Comic Book Day: Judge Dredd Classics (2013) FCBD 2013
38. Superman: The Last Son of Krypton FCBD Special Edition (2013) #1
39. Superman: The Last Son of Krypton FCBD Special Edition (2013) #1
40. Free Comic Book Day 2013 (Infinity) (2013) #1
41. Free Comic Book Day 2013 (Infinity) (2013) #1
42. Valiant Masters: 2013 Showcase Edition (2013) #1
43. The Strangers (2013) #1
44. Free Comic Book Day: Avatar – The Last Airbender/Star Wars and Captain Midnight (2013) nn
45. Free Comic Book Day: Mass Effect/R.I.P.D. and The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys (2013) nn
46. 2013 Free Comic Book Day Flip Book (2013) nn
47. Batman (1940) #354
48. Weird War Tales (1971) #123
49. Justice League of America (1960) #102
50. Justice League of America (1960) #173
51. The Superman Family (1974) #204
52. The Brave and the Bold (1955) #199
- Infinite Human Stupidity
- Another Example of the Crookedness of MTA
- Florida Fires People for Stupid Things
- Just Another Morning at the Shelter
- New Case Worker
- Membership Restored
- Free Comic Book Day
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