I gave up on the first season of Preacher, since, compared to the comics (at the very least) it sucked. That said, now that the crew is finally on the road, maybe I’ll enjoy it? Someone let me know. You, you there. Let me know.
Woah. So. Apparently, DC Comics TV series revenue tops $1 fucking billion a year. Holy taint. Which explains why DC keeps churning out them TV series. And, supposedly, they’re good. Not doubting it, just never seen them.
I haven’t really been watching Preacher. In my defense, I haven’t been watching much of anything. But my interactions with the show based on one of my favorite comic series of all time have been reserved when I have watched have been skeptical, and only marginally positive. I’ll watch, though! I’ll watch. And here’s hoping the show begins to find its legs, leave the fucking town already, and get weird. This season and the next.
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It’s my one-year anniversary today, yo. The Wife and I. Dang hitched. I don’t feel much regarding it, though. Spoke about it with the better half, and we’re both like, you know. Shrug emoji. The date that sticks out to the both of us is our initial date. Feels more genuine than the $20,000+ back-patting we threw for…our parents a year ago.
I mean, don’t get me wrong.
It was a great night.
Man, I can’t fucking wait for Preacher. It was one of my favorite comic book series during my late adolescence, exploiting my cliched angst with the Lord, anger at the World, and love of Sex and Violence. Not much has changed deep in my Soul since them days sixteen+ years ago, and so I’m hoping I have a mutually explicit reverie for the TV series.
After the jump, because people are evil and embed fucking video clips in Tweets. Jesus.