Read Man Without Fear #1 today. How apt. Lemme explain.
Some days I get home feeling like Matt Murdock after a hard night’s fight. I feel invisible bruises all over my body. I crawl, I limp, I stagger from one place to another. All I want to do, on times like this, is to throw myself to bed and sleep for 15 hours straight — enough time, I think, for my 40-year-old corpse to completely heal.
It was like that today. It was not only work; it was also the long and tedious commute home. First, there was the long line of passengers at the terminal. Took me more than an hour to get to the end of the line. The situation was so bad that even the senior citizens, who had a separate line, were bickering among themselves. I would’ve found this quite funny if I wasn’t in such a foul mood. Also, I was famished. Can’t laugh when you’re stomach is imitating Godzilla on speed.
Then there was the sluggish traffic, as the route home is peppered with notorious choke points, made worse by numerous road constructions. Still, despite the discomfort, I still found myself falling in and out of sleep inside the UV Express. Or perhaps I was fainting? Whatever. It was inside the UV Express where dinnertime found me.
Imagine nine hours of work and then that.
This happens so often that I’m sick and tired of hearing myself complain about it. Indeed, it is taking a toll on me both physically and mentally.
For today’s comics I wanted something fierce and violent. Blood, guts, the works. Throw in some spit and grit for good measure. I thought a Wolverine comics would fit the bill. So I grabbed Vol.1 of Wolverine: Weapon X (“The Adamantium Men”), threw myself to bed, and pretended the world outside didn’t exist. Got as far as issue #3 before my body gave in to sleep.
Not much comic-reading happened today. I just read the two issues that complete Vol. 1 of the New Avengers (2010) TPB, and that was it. Reading time was spent mostly with Denis Johnson’s Nobody Move, which I finished today. Something about finishing a book on the first day of a month makes me want to pat myself on the back. And if it lands on a Friday, like today, it makes for a double celebration. Sort of.
In Generations: The Archers, Kate Bishop and Clint Barton, the two Hawkeyes, find themselves on an island where some of Marvel’s most notorious marksmen are on a Hunger Games type of survival game. Since Clint doesn’t know her and is still wearing his old tacky costume, Kate assumes she’s mysteriously transported to the past by someone. Forging a friendship, the two work together to determine what the hell is going on, and who is behind it. They find the mastermind, but so do the other marksmen, including the homicidal maniac Bullseye, and that’s when the arrows and knives and swords start flying.
Picked a random #1 from my to-read pile today. I’ve a lot of those. What I do is: I read these #1’s then see from there if I should check out the rest of the series, either in TPB/HC form or, if I can’t find a physical copy, on the internet. Greg Rucka’s Black Magick, as expected, deserves more of my attention.
Today’s comic book was a random pick. And an old one at that. How old? How about the-last-few-frames-were-still-dedicated-to-the-story’s-moral lesson old? (This one’s about how you live your life, not how long). Not sure, but I think they stopped doing comics like that after 1999. Anyway, this may be dated, but not actually bad. It was, in fact, kind of fun.
A comic book a day 