Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Today was just like the most frantic day I’ve ever had at work. It seemed like every time we turned around things were fucking up, and for no good reason. Frankly much of it had to be left undiagnosed with the assumption that it’ll just work tomorrow. Which, given the way the systems work (or don’t) that’s highly likely. At least my bonus amount was given to me today, and it’s going to pad next month’s pay in a wonderful manner. Drinks, Meals, Hotel Rooms and Prostitutes are on me. As the Milky Bar kid was occasionally heard to remark later on in life.

Still, being Thursday, I was glad to find the comics available in shops. It keeps me going through the long days at work sometimes, the promise of comics to come soon. Granted, some of them were shite this week, but on the other hand, the second issue of All Star Superman came out. I know that doesn’t mean much to everyone but to me the satisfaction is like when one of those soccer teams you like scores a conversion just before the end of the last frame. To use the appropriate lingoistics.

The greatness of that comic was kind of combatted by the increasing amount of crack the spider-man writers are smoking. I blame JMS squarely for all that’s gone on, because it seems like his pet themes getting played up here. Peter David’s issue was great, though, as were all of his parts of the crossover, so I think I’ll stick with FNSM in the future.

I had to pass on the new Transformers comic from IDW because I flicked through it and it barely had any Transformers in. I have to speak in the voice of the fans here. Whatever version of Transformers you’re watching, the human characters are the least interesting. No-one, but NO-ONE wants to read an entire first issue where the most you see of Optimus Prime is his arm with the rest of him off-panel. The more recent examples of Transfomers writers seem to think that the best way to make an impact is to have the robots show up on the LAST PAGE. It’s be funny if it hasn’t happened repeatedly. This is part of why I liked Furman’s “War Within” series - no bastard humans to speak of.

As you can tell, I’m quite passionate about Transformers. Just imagine what I’ll be like when the movie comes out, though. I’m thinking (pessimistically so) that it’ll make my reaction to the HHGTTG movie look mild, and that was a film so hated by me that even I, who makes a sport out of unpicking the threads of pop culture (especially the shit kind) would prefer just to forget it exists than continue to slag it off. But there I go again.