My name is Bob Temuka. I live in Auckland, New Zealand and I write words for a living, but this is for fun.
I like all the usual suspects when it comes to movies and music, but I fucking love comic books. For me, it’s always been the comics, ever since I was five years old.
Back in those days, my Nana worked in a second hand bookshop that groaned under the weight of all sorts of comics, and my Mum would take me in every Tuesday to swap a big grocery bag full of comics for another lot. Sadly, this was the best time in my entire life.
Since then, I’ve gone through all sorts of love affairs with different kinds of comics, with that love plunging over the edge into total fucking obsession with X-Men, 2000ad, GI Joe, Love and Rockets, The Invisibles, and Indiana Jones comics at one time or another.
I love the medium, but don’t care about the industry. I try to read the sales figures and my eyes get all blurry. The business bores the piss out of me. When it comes to the eternal debate over how to get new readers, I don’t have a clue, mainly because I don't honestly care.
The world was not crying out for another blog about comic books, there are plenty out there already. But I couldn’t help myself. I have to get some of this shit out of my head. It’s taking up far too much valuable space in there. And if the internet can’t be used as a place for a decent brain dump, then what’s the use of it? Mostly, I just want to geek out on my favourite shit, and say horrible things about awful comics.
I turned 34 yesterday.
My name is Bob Temuka. It isn’t my real name in the real world, but it is here. I like comic books. A lot. This is my blog.