Welcome True Believers (And Those Who Brought More Beer)!

About 42 days ago, Rob and I were sitting in the bar of the Manchester Grand Hyatt in San Diego. Comic Con had just rolled up its tents and was packing off. We were getting drunk. Rob was getting agitated. These two things are pretty normal for us. However, Rob was also pretty fixated on confronting Dan Didio to ask for his two dollars back. He spent those two dollars on a phone poll over killing Jason Todd in 1988 and, ever since DC brought back the little shit in 2005, Rob has been nursing a whole heartful of hate. He’d been looking forward to Didio’s usual Sunday panel on “Why We Love Comics” and was hoping to take a shot at asking the man about it there. However there was no “Why We Love Comics” panel this year; instead the only shot at Didio was another in a lengthy series of “The New 52” panels. So, now I worried that, should we have a Didio sighting in the Hyatt lobby, Rob would chase after him like the paper boy that dogs John Cusack in “Better Off Dead”: “TWOOOOOO DOLLAAAARS!”

He was pretty worked up.

In any event, we had no Dan Didio sighting – which was probably a good thing. I enjoy not having a police record in the state of California. I’m pretty sure Rob does, too. So, we sat there and continued to pour overpriced libations down our heads and almost, but not quite, began to not notice that the bar at the Manchester Grand Hyatt was entirely too classy for the likes of us. We also started to talk about comic books.

Comic books are one of the 7,349 things Rob and I realized we had in common when we got together in 2001. Many of the other things we have in common involve whiskey and should not be detailed in polite company. However, comic books are a pretty significant interest. When Rob asked me, in 2006, the words every young girl hopes to hear from the man she loves: “Would you go to the San Diego Comic Convention with me?” I said, “Yes!” There are just some things you don’t have to think about.

I also feel this way about cheeseburgers and beer, but that’ll have to wait for another blog.

So, welcome to Crisis On Infinite Midlives! We hope to use this space to talk about all things comics and genre related, to talk about what we’re excited about, what issues make us go “what the fuck” and, more often than not, get drunk and talk shit. We think it’s important to play to our strengths, after all. Please join us! Keep with us as best you can and we’ll try not to draw a penis on your face with a Sharpie if you pass out.

But I’m not making any promises.