Thursday snikt

February 7, 2019February 11, 2019 KarlLeave a comment

feb100624_1._sx360_ql80_ttd_ 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.

Today was the exact opposite of yesterday. Work was slightly light, and commuting home was a breeze. There was still light when I arrived in Antipolo, though it was fading fast. When I emerged from a roadside eatery where I had dinner of cheap bacon (if that was really bacon), rice and soft drink, getting my eardrums brutally assaulted by corny music about love and longing all throughout, full night had descended.

At home I found my daughter having the blues. Her vacationing three-year-old cousin, with whom she is very fond of, returned to Hong Kong, and for her it was such an emotional blow. I tried to comfort her best I could, but I have no idea if it worked. Then she went online and I picked up my comics and that was that. Some dad I am.

Moral lessons

January 7, 2019January 9, 2019 KarlLeave a comment

X-Man_All_Saints_Day_Vol_1_1 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.

Back to the normal scheme of things today. Anyone who woke up moaning about post-holiday blues was just prolonging the agony. Despite this, though, commuting to and from work was surprisingly not as bad as I had anticipated. I reached Antipolo early and therefore had time to visit my mother for dinner and conversation.

Saw someone today who reminded that, once upon a time, I was holding something precious in my hand, only to turn it into shit because of my stupidity. (No wonder I get emotional when I hear Weezer’s “Butterfly.”) Ah, well. That’s life I guess. Talk about moral lessons.

Perhaps it was the cold weather, but today, for the first time in a long while, I listened to a black metal album: Deathspell Omega’s Paracletus. Listened to it from first song to last.

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First day

January 1, 2019January 9, 2019 KarlLeave a comment

X-Force_Vol_1_48 Read only one comic book today — an old X-Force issue from 1995 scored on sale from Comic Quest last year. It’s Boomer getting chided by her teammates for her closeness with Sabretooth. Interesting. Glad to have finished it before sleep overpowered me.

It’s been a weird and dismal first day of the year. My first memory of it was standing on the deserted ML Quezon Avenue at 5 a.m. waiting for an available tricycle. It was dark and drizzly, and passing tricycles were few and far between, and already occupied by passengers. I smoked, I grumbled, I cursed having to work early on a holiday.

But just as when I was about to lose hope a tricycle with no passenger magically appeared in front of me. I nearly hugged the driver. I was then off to my first working day of the year. Listened to Dire Straits’ Brothers in Arms on Spotify and allowed my brain to go blank inside the dark belly of a Cubao-bound UV Express.

At the office, things were hectic to the point of migraine.