Another relatively slow week, but there's a good reason for it this time. I think you all know what it is. Unfortunately, I couldn't make it to PAX despite promising myself I would all year. You know how it is. Things happen. Plans change. Money goes down the fucking toilet. Things of that nature. So yeah, I'm bummed. If the recaps today don't exude my usual charm and wit, that's why.
But wait! Next week there is going to be a PAX pity party up in Orlando and I. Am. There. I'm going to bring the ingredients to make this heart-attack-on-a-plate. It'll be righteous. It'll be better than PAX! With blackjack! And hookers!
Shifting gears, I went to Waldenbooks today and sat down by the graphic novels section for a couple hours, just enjoying the peace and quiet. I read some Marvel Zombies. It was either when a mentally broken Reed Richards intentionally infected the rest of the Fantastic Four and allowed himself to be bitten by them because he felt that zombification was the next step in human evolution OR when a zombified Giant-Man kept a sedated Black Panther alive for weeks tied to an operating table, sawing off limbs every few days in order to feed at a carefully rationed pace that I thought to myself, "Yessir. This is Disney material right here."