After a brutal fight in the virtual blog writer’s room, I’ve emerged to provide analysis for Crankshaft this week. So congratulations to Banana Jr. 6000 for his victory.
A few hours ago I was standing in the kitchen, freshly washed from a day on the tractor, trying to explain to my housemate just how uniquely terrible this week was. As a woman with cardboard long boxes in her closet, a Star Wars tattoo on her ass, and more action figures than socks, I’m ready to say it: I’m frikken sick of comic books. Superhero fatigue has hit SOSF big time. It’s part of why I stealth-ended the year long Dead Skunk Head Analysis this fall. I was just kinda done with the Funkyverse’s weird fetish for superheroes. Maybe I’ll revisit some of it someday. But ugh, not for a while.
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