As you may have guessed, my fights with Captain Couch haven’t been going so well lately. He has, in fact, gotten so full of himself and his winning ways, that he’s passed on his torch of torment to a new adversary, Lieutenant L.L. Seat.
… In other words, I have a new sofa.
The battles are frequent. It’s a whole new weightclass, here. I’m just no match. Please forgive my absence—it can take a while to get over these injuries.
I’ve talked about my comics backlog a few times, and I’ve always hesitated to show you just how truly grotesque the situation has become, but I can hold back no longer. It’s time to unveil the horror.
Feast your eyes upon 209 unread comics:
I tried to break them up into three piles to subdue the overwhelming magnitude a little, so in actuality, this doesn’t do it justice. We’re talking several years of stuff, here. Whole runs of things I’ve picked up and never gotten around to reading—things as far back as Daytripper, half a run of House of Mystery, and the final issues of Secret Six I never finished. I KNOW, okay?! I know. I know.
By the way, this isn’t counting all the trades I have piled up. I’d estimate probably another two dozen unread collected editions of things.
It’s pretty bad.
But I make this post for a reason! There is method to this madness! I have every intention to catch up, starting this weekend. And I’m going to be taking notes … oh, copious notes. Notes I will share on all the crazy comics crap I’ve been missing. Perhaps by announcing it to you before I actually do it, I’ll scare and pressure myself into action. Get ‘er done, as they say.
Let’s hope there’s far more good than there is crap in the pile. Cross your fingers for me. And keep reading.
Oh—one more thing. Look for these upcoming new posts in a somewhat unexpected place.