Well, shucks. That was one helluva morning jolt you gave me, man. Stronger than with cheap 3-in-1 coffee. You’re gone, and suddenly my day looked dreary. Le sigh.
But you’re not gonna be gone ‘gone,’ are you? Your legacy will live on long after we’re all dust. If not in movies, cartoons and comic books, surely on the covers of notebooks, on T- shirts, in toy lines. Heck, here in the Philippines, your legacy is even splashed on the sides of public utility jeepneys. You’re everywhere, man.
Still, the world seems a colder place without you.
And I can’t imagine seeing future Marvel movies without your crazy cameos.
Like billions of others, I owe you a big THANK YOU. Lots of social media tributes out there, but I’ll borrow Seth Rogen’s: “Thank you Stan Lee for making people who feel different realize they are special.”
Thank you, man. Thank you very much.
So one fine weekend morning I woke up, fixed myself coffee, fired up my laptop, and noticed that the three shows competing for my attention were all from Netflix, the best proof that God loves couch potatoes. Heroes, haunted houses, and a has-been human-horse. I thought, What the hell.
I can’t believe I was clueless on this show until five seasons later. With an alcoholic humanoid horse as lead character, this animated satire should have popped in my radar as early as the first online buzz, but it didn’t, God knows why. But better late than never, as they say. I saw the pilot episode the other day, and judging from it, the 59-episode catch-up will be a sweet drunken journey rich with LOLs.
I’m a big fan of the Marvel-Netflix love team and was kind of sad — although not at all surprised — that Iron Fist and Luke Cage got the ax after their latest seasons. But the sadness went out the window the moment Season 3 of Daredevil got released. Not only because he’s one of my favorites comic book characters, but also because the trailers for the third season are undeniably dope (one word: Bullseye!). So in the course of three days I marathoned the season and am now down to the last three eps. Glad to say, the season is living up to its hype.
The Haunting of Hill House
I admit, I got on board because of the buzz this series has generated on social media. Seems like everyone with a Facebook account and a Netflix subscription is raving about this. Curiosity piqued, I watched the first three episodes just to test the water, and found, to my delight, if not surprise, that this is more than just jump scares. There’s a good family drama mixed in with the horror, something that reminds me of why I like The Sixth Sense more than, say, The Conjuring. And it works pretty well! I like how the show constantly builds terror instead of slapping me around with it like in those Saw and Hostel movies. Episode 6 seems to be the best example of that. The same episode also boasts of an insane set of single-take shots that was just awesome. In short, the show is one helluva horror masterpiece, and I’m glad to have paid attention to the hype this time.
For two days in less than a week I found myself splurging on comics. Couldn’t help it. The ads screamed “Sale!” and it was such a siren song for me — Solenn Heussaff inviting me to a private pool party. The flesh is weak, resistance is futile, yadada.
Last Friday night, at Glorietta 4, I celebrated the death of another workweek by digging through boxes and boxes of comics — Marvel, DC, Image, Boom, Dark Horse, what have you — at Planet X Comic Shop, which was having its 10th Anniversary Sale. (The sale was until Sunday, and on Saturday they had the likes of Leinil Francis Yu, Stephen Segovia and Carlo Pagulayan doing signings, but because I live faraway, I was only there Friday night.) It was exactly what I imagined myself doing weeks ago, when I first heard about the event, and I would’ve braved hell and high water to be there.
Digging through boxes of comics may sound like a simple task, but it still took me about an hour to choose what issues to purchase. The selection was just too awesome. Aside from the fat stacks of single issues, they also had TPBs at 30% to 50% off. Finally, after wrestling with indecision, I settled with the following:
Planet X damage was P700. Not really big money, but considering that days ago I spent almost P1,000 on comics at Collecticon 2018 in Megamall, then it really becomes a dent in the ol’ budget. I told myself to worry about that shit later.
The Collecticon loot:
And so my read pile got bigger while my wallet got thinner. Story of my nerd life. I emerged from Planet X thinking I should lie low and catch up on my reading. After all, I have to save up for November’s Komikon XIV where I expect National Bookstore to mark down their TPBs and HCs to as much as 80%. Now, that sounds like early Christmas shopping…