How do you get me to read Archie? You stick Fiona Staples on the artwork. Oh, and Mark Waid penning the title doesn’t hurt.
Maybe it’s telling, but all I can fucking think about when reading that Mark Waid will be bringing Agents of SHIELD to Marvel’s comic universe is this: “What the fuck is going to happen to Weaver and Hickman’s SHIELD?” Cause honestly? If the former is going to cause the latter’s demise — fuck that.
There really isn’t a spin on Daredevil ending that isn’t going to aggravate the shit out of me. If the title is being killed because of poor sales — fuck that. If the title is “ending” so that yet another fucking Marvel title can be relaunched again — fuck that. I fear the latter. ‘Cause these days Marvel really seems keen on relaunching titles, and shitting on the concept of accessibility (volume…6…issue 1…but before the uh….Heroic Age first issue…uhhhh).
Buy These F**king Comics! – August 15, 2012: Sextillion can’t handle Butcher Baker! Dude rolls hard.
Wednesday. The delicious oasis in the middle of the weekly grind. Deliver us from 9-5. Deliver us from Cubicles. Deliver us in the form of weekly sequential artwork. Laser beams. Righteous makers. Providing just enough escape to slog through the last two days. This here is Buy These F**king Comics!, the column where we share the various titles we’re excited for on a given week. This column is powered by audience interaction, so if you see my poor taste and me abstaining from mentioning a title, throw it into the ring. Sharing is caring.
I’m paraphrasing, obviously. However the guts of the sentiment remains the same. Mark Waid is fine with people pirating his comic books — even the ones that cost money.
It’s approaching midnight and I sipping liberally from a recently-cracked open two-liter of Pepsi Max. This can only mean a few things. Diablo 3 has launched, my semester is over, and I may very well be dead by the time you read this. Slouched over all fucking South Korean internet cafe Starcraft stylee. Should I continue sucking wind into the meatier part of this Wednesday, I shall be snagging some comic books. These are the ones I’m digging on. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to tolerate my stupidity and then augment my list with the titles you’re going to procure for an exorbitant sum. Especially if I don’t list your little binky title. I’m willing to riff on anything should you suggest it.
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I just ate an entire Domino’s deep dish pizza. I’m covered in crumbs. My asshole is already writhing in hate, preparing to shotgun out waste across a porcelain tomb. My girlfriend and I aren’t seeing eye to eye on serious life issues. My bank account shrinks with the same rapidity my doughy ass’d waist expands. If this isn’t the perfect time to escape through some funnies, I don’t know when will be. Comic books, please deliver me from mortality, ideological stances, caloric repercussions, dependence on foreign oil, the problematic desire to respect women’s issues and also rub seed on their butts, and other complicated things. Just fucking do it, okay?
This is Buy These Fucking Comics, the column where we chat about what you’re procuring this week in the world of sequential art and female objectification. If I don’t drop something you dig, for the love of Thanatos speak up. That’s the entire point of this fucking enterprise.
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At C2E2, Mark Waid has laid out the deets on his upcoming digital comics venture. It’s called Thrillbent, and its dropping the cloak covering its naughties this May 1.
Mark Waid is beginning to win me over. I’ve opined that I can find the chap both insightful and infuriating, but I’m particularly enamored with his pulling back of the veil and exposing the insanity of trying to make the ducets through print comics.
Do you know how many comic books I read last week? One. I read the newest issue of Prophet and that was that. It was a gloriously hypnotic trek through a devastated post-apocalyptic Hemingway novel, and after that I shut my brain down for the week. I’ve been trying to slice the fatty material out of my comic diet. Much like my life I’m sure I’ll continue to binge, but the ideal is to strip down the pull-list into things I want to read. Not things I want to read, feel implored to read, and have a passing interest in at the cost of my wallet.
With that in mind, this is Comics We’re Buying This Fine Week. The column where we sit cross-legged in a circle, pantless of course, and share what we’re digging on in the funny book universe on a given Wednesday. I’ll go first. You follow me into the closet and count to 20. It’s going to be awesome.
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