The Netflix original series House of Cards is about as well set-up and firmly grounded as an actual house of cards built by your extraordinarily dull cousin, except the house he built is probably better written. Negativity’s in the air tonight, maybe to make up for the good week of comics. KOMIKSY, sometimes you want to translate a word a bunch of times because introductions are hard to do properly.
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.
Got some marbles? Do you have all the marbles? HA! I thought not. But you don’t care, you’ve got comics, and sometimes that’s ok. It’s nice here, in Comicsland. It’s warm, and numb, and sometimes these little stapled bits of paper might make you feel something. COMICS! Read ’em or weep.
Hey, and we’re back to being off-schedule! Isn’t that exciting? I blame the Angel of Migraines for wrecking me for the two days I would’ve spent getting, reading, and writing about the comics. Anyway, here’s the last week of January.