Touch Me I’m Sick

Guatemalan Snot Plague has descended upon the Crisis On Infinite Midlives Home Office. I consider this to be my own fault. I went out of my way to obtain a flu vaccine at the beginning of autumn, and feeling somewhat protected from the ravages of winter illness, I spent weeks licking doorknobs after stealthily finishing the beers of strangers in bars. It seemed like a good idea while I was… actually, no it didn’t. I feel shame. Terrible aching, chills and shame. But that’s not the point.

The point is that, between the Plague and having to wander out into yet another Polar Vortex-fuelled frigid night in Boston, neither Amanda nor I have the energy to do much more than lean back on the couch with a stack of new comics, without thinking about any of them in much more depth than it takes to mutter, “It’s fun to watch dudes get kicked. Kicked right in the face. Hee.”

But that stack is one of new comics, which means that this…


…means the end of our broadcast day.

But there are some cool looking books in there with which to while away the invasion of my precious bodily fluids by Godless commie bugs who want to seize the means of mucous production. There’s the first issue of All-New Invaders by James Robinson (who has been known to breathe new life into Golden Age-era heroes for DC), a new issue of Batman, a new Walking Dead, and even an X-Files crossover with Ghostbusters by IDW, which is a no-brainer for a cool crossover that I can’t believe I never thought of as far as I’m concerned and sounds like about the right level of pure fun for a night when my brain would like to vacation away the sea of goop in which it is currently wallowing.

But you know how this works: before we can talk about any of them, we need to stop wishing for the sweet release of death and start reading them. So assuming we don’t die…

…see you tomorrow, suckers!