Afrodiary has been down for almost a month now and it's starting to get to me. I miss the community and the daily bitching. I should start writing here considerably more frequently.
Yesterday I went and picked up my comic stacks at both shops, so I'm excited to dig into Countdown and about 32 others ASAP. Katie bought me book five of Walking Dead by Robert Kirkman and I finished it last night. It seriously fucked with my mood all night and well into today, I'm still not over it. I've never been so affected by a comic book before. It was so incredibly well done and sad, upon finishing it I had to race home and look three comics ahead(to where I started buying the series' individual issues, but stocked them away until I could get caught up) and check to see if they made it out alive. That's probably only the second or third time I've seen rape portrayed in a comic book, but it was easily the most brutal, horrible and sickening way ever. Between that and how Rick lost his fucking hand, I have been kind of shattered over characters I really have grown to love being torn apart so badly in a very short time. It's really a testament to Kirkman's narrative and the way he's able to make you love these characters so much, so it hurts when he picks on them. I would also say that, as far as writers go, outside of say, Ennis, Kirkman's idea of humanity is closer than anyone else's to how I feel about the world. In a post-apocalyptic world where zombies walk the streets looking for people to eat, where civilization has utterly fallen to it's knees never to return, in a society where people are hunted constantly and have to hide to survive, the most dangerous creature on earth isn't a member of the walking dead, it's human beings. Evil, wretched, self-serving, awful human beings.
Yesterday I went and picked up my comic stacks at both shops, so I'm excited to dig into Countdown and about 32 others ASAP. Katie bought me book five of Walking Dead by Robert Kirkman and I finished it last night. It seriously fucked with my mood all night and well into today, I'm still not over it. I've never been so affected by a comic book before. It was so incredibly well done and sad, upon finishing it I had to race home and look three comics ahead(to where I started buying the series' individual issues, but stocked them away until I could get caught up) and check to see if they made it out alive. That's probably only the second or third time I've seen rape portrayed in a comic book, but it was easily the most brutal, horrible and sickening way ever. Between that and how Rick lost his fucking hand, I have been kind of shattered over characters I really have grown to love being torn apart so badly in a very short time. It's really a testament to Kirkman's narrative and the way he's able to make you love these characters so much, so it hurts when he picks on them. I would also say that, as far as writers go, outside of say, Ennis, Kirkman's idea of humanity is closer than anyone else's to how I feel about the world. In a post-apocalyptic world where zombies walk the streets looking for people to eat, where civilization has utterly fallen to it's knees never to return, in a society where people are hunted constantly and have to hide to survive, the most dangerous creature on earth isn't a member of the walking dead, it's human beings. Evil, wretched, self-serving, awful human beings.