It’s really hard to be an X-Men fan right now. At least it is for me, and I’ve been through some pretty awful periods of the X-Men. Two weeks ago, I said on Generation X was doing me in. Then last week, Iceman threw me a pretty hard stinker. This week – well, let’s just get to it. We’re looking at:
Cable #153 in which one of the poorer 90’s stories gets dug up and made worse.
Phoenix Resurrection The Return of Jean Grey #3 in which the X-Men continue to wait for the series to end so they can get Jean Grey back to start X-Men Red.
X-Men Blue #19 in which some back peddling is done with the teenage X-Men.
X-Men Gold Annual #1 in which the old Excalibur team reunites for the return of a story that didn’t involve a single one of them.
I also picked up the latest issue of Archie, but I’m going to cover that book in a separate post. It’s actually really good.
There come moments when I slip back and feel like the bright-eyed 10-year old who waited for Stan’s Comic Shop to open on a chilly Saturday morning so I could spend a chunk of my recently-obtained allowance on Jim Lee X-Men cards. That innocence and glee and eagerness to absorb anything and everything having to do with comics – there’s just a certain feeling that I don’t get from anything else.
He’s a guy who has done fantastic work that I absolutely love (early New Mutants, yes?) and whose name I’ve known for nearly my entire fandom, and suddenly I get a brief moment in which he acknowledges words I posted on the internet.
You may think it’s nothing, but I think it’s AWESOME. Thanks, Bob!