Somedays, the ol’ blog-o-net makes me want to toss my laptop from a very high cliff. Somedays, I’m trying to enjoy my funny books at the store and find myself politely nodding this this week’s blog-o-versy over what terrible thing DC is doing or how Joe Quesada slapped you like Zsa Zsa Gabor on a DUI charge. And yes, somedays this makes it damn hard to get on the keys. I take breaks. Long walks in the park. Watch a sunset. Read Superman/Batman: Saga of the Super Sons.
But the best cure for the RAPED CHILDHOOD blues is other people. I honestly feel better when I recommend a book I can guarantee will knock someone’s socks off or talk to someone who really knows what they want out of a comic and celebrates that, rather than laments over what’s not there. Now I haven’t said anything about recent cover art on a certain Playboy magazine, despite having boobs and opinions, but everything I wanted to say, everything that could possibly cheer me up about blog-o-drama was eloquently and upstandingly said by Lisa Fortuner.
So thanks, Lisa (if I can call you Lisa?). I needed that.
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I had to reread that line. For a second I thought you were saying you were depressed by comics involving people who had been raped when they were children.