This one’s from my TPB read pile, which has significantly grown after my recent trips to Powerbooks. Punk Rock Jesus, by Sean Murphy, has been sitting on my shelf for years. I remember when I bought it from National Bookstore in late 2016, it came with a very curious freebie: a sachet of Breeze liquid detergent. Weirdest. Freebie. Ever.
Anyway, I wasn’t able to get far with Punk Rock Jesus. I was out of the house with the wifey most of Saturday, and had very little reading time on Sunday. I was also juggling two books: Zero Cool by John Lange (aka Michael Crichton) and American Kingpin: The Epic Hunt for the Criminal Mastermind Behind the Silk Road by Nick Bilton, the latter I’m reading on my newly refurbished Kindle.
Other things I wasn’t able to do over the weekend: Finishing You and watching my usual weekend movie. Also: biking and spending an hour or two in the gym. Seems like it was a weekend of must-do’s that didn’t pan out.
And all along the shadow of Big Bad Wolf Book Sale loomed large over me. People posting their “hauls” on Facebook almost convinced me to check it out. But I had neither the money to burn nor the patience to deal with the needed long distance commute from home to Pasay City, so I stayed at home instead.
Picked up from where I left off in the Adam Glass run of Suicide Squad today. Issue #14 is kind of disturbing. I imagine feminists angrily raising their fists at the violent treatment of Harley Quinn here by her beloved “puddin,” the Joker. One scene shows her hanging by her neck, with a chain for a noose, as the Joker gleefully interrogates her. It’s sick, it’s twisted, and I wonder if this issue got flak when it was released years ago, even though there were fewer hotheads on the Internet back then, and political correctness wasn’t as big as it is today.
A comic book a day 