Ladies, germs. I am not well. What started out Monday as a simple sore throat, just the tiniest of itches, has mutated inside of me. I am transformed now. I feel wholly different. I’m like Vincent D’Onofrio in Men In Black – just a human shell for an alien bug that is wearing me like a Member’s Only jacket, talking in slurred speech and a weird non-Midwestern dialect. I feel like my mutant power is whining like an infant child. Get Xavier on the phone, see if this is Omega Level or not. Feels like it. I have a few solaces, though: hot liquids, cold ice cubes, a bunch of purple pills from Dr. Spaceman that soothe the throat but has the unfortunate side effect of “trickle nipple.” And comics. Comics have been a longtime sick-day savior, comforting me when medicine and absentee parenting did not. So I venture out, my throat a hot barrel of fire. So what if I’m Patient Zero for some new super-strain of Sarlaac Esophogeal Syndrome, I need mah comics! And now I bring my buy-sies to you. I’ve seen better days, sure, but sharing my weekly comic-book haul works better than any goddamned, bitter-tasting throat lozenge. So step inside, friends. Let’s heal through the power of funnybooks.
A full list of this week’s comics can be found right HERE.