Finished reading Thunderbolts: Violent Rejection today then quickly moved on to The Pulse featuring Jessica Jones. Finished the first story arc in bed before sleeping. Seems like I’m in one of my moods where all I want to do to de-stress and make sense of things is to read and read and read. Read until my eyeballs pop out of their sockets.
No invitations to morning drinks today. Instead the day was rich with all things Black Nazarene and heavy with Catholic dogma. Couldn’t look at footage of that seething mass of barefoot devotees in Quiapo without getting reminded of that creepy-ass Clive Barker story “In the Hills, In the Cities.” That day-long procession made every Pulp Summer Slam concert I attended look like book club meetings by comparison.
“Feeding program” at the office today courtesy of the January birthday celebrants, a bunch that includes moi. There was carbonara and lumpiang shanghai and chicken lollipops, among others. All were tasty. I punched out feeling grossly bloated.
Listened to Nirvana’s Nevermind on my way home. That album started it all, for me.
Read me some Thunderbolts today, starting with issue #152, the issue that kicked off the Violent Rejection TPB. I ended the day with two issues short of finishing the collected edition. What can I say? Life interfered.
A comic book a day 