Thursday, December 31, 2020

The best of days

2020 has been horrible for so many people, and so many people are glad to see the back of it, and we know things aren't going to get magically better because of an arbitrary numeric system that we've all agreed on, but we'll take all the symbolic ritual we can get right now, if it can help get us out of this funk.

But I've had a fucking great 2020 - I'm fortunate enough to live in a country not ruled by murderous toddlers, and can go to the movies or the supermarket or the rugby without worrying if some prick isn't going to cough me to death, and this country's lockdown had a zen calm that was really effective, in my neighborhood at least.

And, best of all, I've cut back on the job to three days a week, and spend the rest of the week taking care of the cutest goddamn 1-year-old on the planet. I love my work and the people I work with, but nothing compares to taking care of a toddler who is right on the cusp of proper walking and talking. It's freaking great. It's so freaking great.

It's a weird feeling, knowing that you are living in the absolute best days of your life, without question. The love and humour that gets thrust into your life at this stage by a new human is moving beyond words and I know beyond doubt that I will look back on this period as the best of all days.

I've had a health issue or two this year (but they're all cleared up for now), we went on a massive emotional rollercoaster with another pregnancy (a very fast and scary rollercoaster that gets stuck halfway through a 360-degree loop) and you've always got to feel some sympathy for the rest of the world and all the shit they are going through (my love and sympathy to you all).

But I'm living the best of time of my life, and look forward to many more days in the immediate future. See you in 2021.

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

This is still the Tearoom of Despair: Writing about comics

A life of comic books

Mark Millar wants to know what you are talking about

Baby's first year of comics

The speed of Dillon

Lone Wolf and Cub: Walking the white path

Kyle nearly has all the X in the world

Here comes Jim Lee!

Bob Temuka has come unstuck in time

Eight things I learned selling comics

Action Force, action figures

Ambush Bug: So silly, so quickly

I'm trashing my comics

Carlos is the man

Don't forget me, Animal Man

The night I met the Big Red Cheese

My head is not yet full

No such thing as a blank generation

Wonder girls, shadow cats and magpies

How good is Brett Parson

Surfing the skies with Kenny Who

I still miss you, Dave Cockrum

I live my life to a Love and Rockets beat

Slaine versus the El Women

He's the goddamn Batman

Shade, The Changing Man: Mad, mental, crazy

You can do it

This is my most-read post ever

Moving out of home with Marvels

Consider the McCarthy Dredd

I still hate you, Captain Sunshine

Doomed Patrolling

Bringing death and terror to the masses


The Chaos Monsters: Too cute to live

Hitman good

Sheer bloody perfection.

In Barry Linton's Auckland, everything was hot, heavy and horny

The Fantastic Four's greatest adventure

The Biz

Footrot Flats: Down on the farm for Christmas

The adventures of Nikolai Dante

All around the world

Last night the Invisibles saved my life

Still Uncanny, after all these years

The humanity of Watchmen

Harvey's kinda town

Prophet: Food of the future makes me sick

Justice League Awesome

Justice League Amazing

Oh no he didn't.

Who the hell is John Constantine?

I didn't want to college, I just wanted the comic books

My codename would be Redundant Lad

The peak of geek

Talking with Dylan Horrocks

Total crush on the New Warriors

Horror on the battlefield

Free your comics

What the world needs now...

I AM a wanker

Warren comics freak me out

Scream! Scream like you mean it!

Thrillpower overload on dull suburban streets

My one big DC multiverse idea

The big books of Bolland

Silver Surfer: Blinded by the gleam of his heavenly arse

Love and Rockets: Something's gonna explode

Hero of the Beach