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Saga #22

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Publisher: Image
Writer: Brian K Vaughn Art: Fiona Staples
Rating: 3.9/5

Saga is the story about two people from different cultures falling impossibly in love and how love isn’t enough. Set against a backdrop of an intergalactic race war.

If that’s not enough for you to understand why people love it, nothing I write will be.

Though it also has alien wrestling soap operas…

The Unwritten: Apocalypse #8

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Publisher: Vertigo
Writer: Mike Carey Art: Peter Gross/Chris Chuckry
Rating: 3.6/5

The Unwritten is a series that I largely picked up because of how much I loved Lucifer (also from Vertigo). And it quickly seemed to be playing in much of the same idea space, though this time playing in fiction versus reality rather than mythology versus reality (though, they’re much of the same in the end). And now that we’ve gotten to Apocalypse, I’m glad to finally be getting to the end.

I enjoyed the ride here as much as I did Lucifer, but with these stories they’re saying something. And while I’m sure Peter and Mike enjoyed going off on little side jogs in the world, for the story to has real merit it has to end. And with this issue showing us not one, not two, but three different versions of the Holy Grail, I feel like we’re coming into that ending.

And I feel (/hope) it’s going to be a great one.

The Times, They Keep A-Changing

I’m still a young man. I haven’t even had my 30th birthday yet. And I can recall a period in my adult life where I was blacked out from the internet for a solid six months or so. I used it at work, but that was only for work. I didn’t have access to any of my e-mail, I wasn’t posting on any forums, and social media didn’t even exist yet. And it wasn’t by choice, I simply fried my computer and lacked the funds to get it repaired.

And yet, even typing that out feels like a different life now.

One computer’s death eliminating all internet access? What am I? A neanderthal?