Kinda miss the kids, kinda don’t.  Company is good, IF the company isn’t bickering with you or the rest of the pack.  I see now why some animals eat their young…

Life was much simpler when I was younger…

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John Byrne-Best artist ever (in his hayday here)

I had hobbies (sure it was comic books), friends (a few good ones), a semblance of a life (I had a car)…

Now not so much.  It’s not the wife’s fault or anything, it’s mine.  That and moving somewhere other than where you grew up originally.  I have no roots here, that sucks.  No one called me for my B-Day the other day.  I got facebooked by my wife and younger sister…that’s it.  Not even the rest of the family.  I wish they could’ve said hey at least.  Hell, shoot me an email…it’s the lowest form of e-communique nowadays.  Now, I’m trying to get ahold of my deadbeat family and see what their plans are for the 4th.  Probably nothing or, better yet, plans without me.  That’s always fun.  Yes, we have plans…but…

I need a good BBQ cookout.  Emphasis on the out.  As in outside.  Outside the place I live.  I feel like a hermit, a crabby herbit…a hermit crab, who has no friends and wishes for the peace of the dark abyss…OK, maybe not that far.

Back to the comic books, seriously, what’s up with them today?  I know it’s been awhile since I stopped collecting ‘em (1995 to be exact) but everything’s so different, so F’D up today:  Gay characters, trannies, Batwoman’s a friggin’ muffdiver.   More reality seems great, it really does, but it’s not.  Comic books are suppose to be an escape from the shittiness and injustice that is society.  Where’s the escape if the shitty reality invades that comic book mecca?  On one hand, comic book-based films are out every week, but when they’re done badly, a little piece of my heart dies.  Well, OK, not really, but it does hurt to see characters you grew up with and know backward and forward bastardized on favorite medium: movies.  But when it’s great, it’s great, its a throwback to my fondest days reading comics as a youth.

Even Byrne’s artwork is different nowadays…you’d think that the way a person draws would remain the same over time.  Such is life, full of change, like it or not.