For the past month or so, the traditional reading-of-the-new-comics that occurs every Wednesday on my couch at around 5:30pm, a glass of something alcoholic on the nearby table and a Glenn Miller Band CD playing softly in the corner, has been pretty much a crapshoot. Sometimes the issues I look forward to have more fizzle than bang. Often the title I wasn't sure about buying, but did anyway due to minor interest and lack of willpower, proves to be entirely disappointing.
Regardless, the tradition continues unabated, being a nigh holy ritual suffused with the potential to kindle great joy in my weary, humpday breast. Because I know there will be times, unexpected or not, when the writers and the artists and the colorers all step up at the same time and give me a comic that is truly fantastic; fun, beautiful, emotional, woven into the giant continuity tapestry of their universe, eloquent, intelligent and completely memorable.
This was one of those weeks. (Spoilers Ahead.)