From the Desk of
Cornelius Bear
I once had a friend who went with a girl that kept a staggeringly cluttered apartment. Not filthy, mind you, or crawling with purposeful little lava-like streams of ants, but utterly dense with great sprawling high-relief mosaics of albums, books, newspapers, disused lamps, laundry baskets, …
In the summer of 1991 I didn’t even know what a comic book store was.
I’d been reading comics for a little over a year by that point, but I’d been purchasing them at gas stations, drug stores and my small town Wal-Mart. I was 12 years old. When my mother drove by The Comic Interlude, I almost jumped from the moving vehicle. I …
You know what’s great about Comic Books? Everything. I know what you’re thinking, “That’s quite a statement, Zack. Oh and by the way, who the f*#k are you?” You don’t know? I’m one quarter of the writing team that brought you Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog that internet sensation that swept the basements of America …
