X-Men Haiku #4
Oh my God, she’s dead!
And now she’s alive again.
Actually? She’s dead.
(sounds pretty damn skrully to me…)
I love comics.
I also love haiku.
Every day I will attempt to post one about the other.
(The above is not written in haiku.)
Contact: comixhaiku@gmail.com
I also love haiku.
Every day I will attempt to post one about the other.
(The above is not written in haiku.)
Contact: comixhaiku@gmail.com
It Begins...
Those evil ass Skrulls
Infiltrated everything.
SECRET INVASION!
(Note to Reed Richards: this is what happens when you turn people into cows.)
X-Men Haiku #3
African goddess:
Storm controls the elements,
And barely wears clothes.
(…and is probably a damn, dirty Skrull now anyways.)
X-Men Haiku #2
Cyclops
Uptight leader man
Shooting beams from his red eyes
Cyclops is was a douche (until Joss Whedon started writing him, that is)
But that guy who played him in the movies is like totally dreamy, right?
When I was younger,
I was all pissed off at God.
Then I read Preacher.
Click on the picture and buy the thing!
1 year ago
I Will Never Have Time for a Real Comics Blog
At least not anytime soon. So for the time being, I will only be dedicating my meager time to writing what will (hopefully) be a daily haiku in response to comics past and present, both books and characters. Today’s is about my all-time favorite comic book:
Robinson’s Starman
Is the best one of all time.
No doubt about it.
They get funnier after this. I promise.
1 year ago
Laura Leu has Added me to Her RSS Feed
Laura is awesome, and both knowing her and knowing this makes me feel more awesome. 40 minutes into this blog and already something special has happened.
Click on her name, in this post, then click on “blog”, and in her own words, “you can watch me eat 10 corndogs in elapsed speed”.
Already my comics-related blog is not entirely about comics. I’ll leave the manifesto for later tonight or something. Or never. Both now and later I’ll point out that I’ve repeatedly told my peers that I would never start a blog, for reasons to be explained some other damn time. But here we are. I need to be as individualistic and special as everyone else. Notice I haven’t said my name yet, though…
1 year ago
This my living room closet. It does not come complete with the wine-drinking lass with the sour face. Coincidentally enough, at the time this picture was taken, I believe she was a guest at my home with one Jim Campbell, creator of Krachmaker. Never having seen her again, I can no longer speak to current status, as this picture was taken almost two years ago. The closet is pretty much the same, though; there’s still a drunk woman in it, it’s just a different one. I’m not sure who it is this week, come to think of it.
I read comics. I love comics. Why don’t you? WHY?
1 year ago
