Or – “Off To Meet My Doom, Mom! See You After School!” Comic book publishing schedules puzzle me. The Twelve hasn’t come out in what seems like a year, while Agents of Atlas is apparently on a bi-weekly status, and Spider-Man is coming out every sixteen minutes or so. Wolverine alone accounts for half the forests destroyed in the United States every month. The major publishers can’t seem to decide whether it’s a market for the celebrity auteur writer, or whether it’s the characters who sell the books regardless of creator. When Wolverine #73 came out a few weeks
Or – “OH, GNAAAAAAAAAAARRRRLY!!” It’s so easy to blow up your problems, it’s so easy to play up your breakdown.Â It’s so easy to fly through a window, it’s so easy to fool with the sound.Â Life’s the same, I’m moving in stereo…Â Life’s the same, except for my shoes.Â Life’s the same, you’re shakin’ like tremolo.Â Life’s the same, it’s all inside you.Â Life’s the same, I’m moving in stereo…Â Life’s the same, except for my shoes.Â Life’s the same, you’re shakin’ like tremolo.Â Life’s the same, it’s all inside you!
Or – “It’s By Grant Morrison.Â You Have Been Warned…” The original Seaguy limited series came at a time when I was experimenting with my comic input, trying weird stuff to see if any of it interested me, and the stream of consciousness bizarreness of the maritime hero intrigued me.Â Morrison’s avant garde ramblings combined with the slick art to give an experience unlike any other.Â Â Seaguy isÂ decidedly NOT ultra-cool, nor is it in any way “badass” or gritty.Â Needless to say, the experience was effective, and while I didn’t fully process all of it at first, I came away feeling