“If music be the food of love, play on,” wrote Shakespeare, but we don’t care about that because his plays didn’t have pictures, and comics don’t have music. C.O.M.I.C.S: Come, Our Menagerie Is Crumbling Swiftly.
Hey look! I have returned from the ashes, like a tiny child playing in the fireplace too long. Let’s bring it back with a bang as I talk about too many comics over the last two weeks, and I probably regret doing this. Ready? Let’s start.
In December, I made a short post about what a month of comics looks like for me numbers-wise, which involved one of my favorite things: obsessing over weird shit. This month, I brought it back with 5000% more pretty graphs and exactly as much talk about ladies in comics.
I can’t think of a better way to epitomize these “reviews” than showing up 4 days late with only two comics to actually talk about. My lateness aside, here’s a quick reminder: I only review comics I buy, cause I think that’s fair. If I pay money, I can call your comic shitty, that’s writer law. I’ve culled my pull-list a lot, recently, so if I’m not talking about a comic that’s excellent, let me know in the comments. Now that that’s done, here’re some opinions.
There’s only two words in the world that matter, and those two words are COMICS and NOW. Prepare your eyeballs for opinions, this week I get emotional.
The Doctor Apocalypse and Baron Von Evilstein Blog 