From Bad to Worse

Y’all, I’m feelin’ low, and I ain’t got no desire to review comics.

I mean, I can give you mighty quick reviews of the pitifully few comics I picked up last week. The Sandman: Overture #6 is well-written and pretty, but complicated, and if you haven’t been following it, you won’t understand anything. Wait for the trade. Revival #33 is, like the rest of the series, really good, and you can only repeat that so many times before it starts getting dull. American Vampire: Second Cycle #10 is, frankly, something I hope gets wrapped up soon. This was a lot better when it was more personal horror, not focused on vast global conspiracies.

There, that’s done.

I got a trick digestion that only acts up on the weekends. I was already losing money hand over fist — and that was before I just got my house payment jacked up an extra hundred bucks a month. (My folks are already offering to give me money, and I’m already telling them no, because by this point in my life, I should be able to handle my own bills.) My job is very bad and shows no prospects of improving. Yes, all told, those are minor worries, compared to the hardships millions face worldwide.

I really shouldn’t be bothering with this blog. It gets very, very few readers, and I could be spending my time doing more significant and more enjoyable writing. On the other hand, I don’t really want to give up the blog — it’s nice to have a platform I can rant from, even if no one ever reads it.

Plus sometimes it’s fun to write about fun comics. But today is not that day. Today is a day for worrying about jobs and money and ulcers and how slow my Great American Novel is coming along…