Well hey there, gang! Once again, it’s that wonderful time of the week where I get to ramble on about comics, and you guys ‘n’ gals get to read it – or, more likely, skim through on your way to the CD reviews. It’s okay, I don’t judge you. Much.
Welcome back to yet another edition of Pulp! It’s been a hectic few weeks for me – what with doing a summer class at uni and all – so I haven’t been able to devote anywhere near enough time to reading comics as I would like, but hey, that’s life for you.
Have you ever been out at night in a big city, where everything feels wrong? There’s something off; every hair is standing on end, and you walk as fast as you can just to get away. Gotham City strikes me as the kind of place that would be like that 24/7, and that’s before accounting for the various villains (and bat-themed heroes) running around and messing everything up.
Hold onto your pants, folks – this week Pulp’s going back to its roots! Waaay, way back when this column began, there was originally a horror/pulp fiction theme interwoven with the comic-y goodness, and there was another guy hanging around (Hi Cam!).
Well hello again! It’s that time of the week again where I carry on about comics. Hopefully by now those of you that are still at school/uni have finished by now and you’re on holidays – now the year is over, there’s plenty of time to read comics, right?