Earlier today ( or maybe yesterday, depending on when I publish this) I went to my local comicbook store, Borderlands, to get my monthly comics. I had Warhammer: Condemend by Fire, The Boys #19, The Punisher #57, and H.P. Lovecraft’s Haunts of Horror waiting for me in my pull. I wont make this a review post, cause I know that you couldn’t care less about my opinion about a comic book. I just thought listing my comic reads could be a nice indicatior of my personality. What the fuck, the fact that I admit to reading comics is an indicator of my character all in itself.
Funny books really are the pulps of my age. They are stories- which are sometimes simple, yet often not- that I sit to read without the dedication of a book. They are the weird tales of the new millenium. The similarities between comics and pulps are quite eiry: they are both considered to be “cheap” by the establishment and half of them are really just that. I love everything about them.
It looks like Katrianna ( my girlfriend) will come and visit tomorrow. She always makes my life fun, as well as laugh at my comics.
No Comments Yet
No comments yet.
Comments RSS TrackBack Identifier URI
Leave a comment
