So being stranded in Manhattan for three hours after the GC shut down but before I could get back to Wifey's to take him to a French restaurant for dinner, I went off and started browsing comics again, and while there is precious little that holds my interest these days, I am reassured that there are still two or three things still satisfactory--the relaunch of Swamp Thing, for instance, did not appear too impressive to me when I first read it, but it does hold up rather well in trade form. Not Alan Moore, but then again neither was Rick Veitch, and that worked out fine too. Planetary is also in fine form, as bandits die of shame and quicksilver (heehee... gotta love Ellis).

The real tour de force though is still the relatively new series Walking Dead which is one of these black-and-white numbers, making it at times difficult to tell everyone apart, but which is much more human in its focus, what with all these zombies and all, and yet marked by such issues of abiding tragedy--it's customary for three or four characters to die of a sudden and for these sorrows to pile one atop another. There's also all manner of scary choices that need to be made and a much more ominous feeling throughout than anything in Dawn of the Dead, for instance. Maybe Shaun of the Dead, though. It's a good thing kendo trains you to strike the men.