Home, New Comics Day Hauls

New Comics Haul Week Of 8.24.22

Yesterday, I called my wife at work to ask what a good name would be for a rat, not a joke-name like Brie Larson or Whisker Briskly: Private Eye, but like a good name. She yelled “MR. COFFEE” and hung up. I don’t know what she was in such a hurry to get back to; if her students kept trying to defuse their practice-bomb without her, their grades and all those lives are on them, as far as I’m concerned. I respect her and her career, but when a man needs a rat-name for a podcast you can’t just cut the wire of the color you don’t like and hope for the best.

As I write this President Biden, Ol’ Best-Of-Bad-Options Joe, has announced $10,000 of student loan forgiveness, which on the one hand is a laughable amount that will help almost no one and will only give its opponents leverage and room to say “You already got what you wanted”, when in fact we did not. However: it was good timing that his announcement came today of all days, because I got a glimpse of my Comixology order for the week and uh, it came with one of these? Is that normal?

A clearly, hilariously fake Comixology receipt to The Ol' Bageler, listing his purchase as 'Metric Fuckton of Comics, Seriously Dude We're Worried About You', priced at Many dollars, times Lots, coming to a subtotal of Yikes before taxes in the amount of Woof and the final total of Almost All Of It money
Well I can’t say I care for that kind of language in a business transaction; there’s no need to get metric

I’m sure it’s fine. It’s probably fine. Please hurry with that check, Joe.


[Update: Turns out this was for-real a hell of a lot of comics and made for a real slog in Gigantic Unbroken List form, so I played around with some collapse/expand plugins; if there’s no immediate, overwhelming backlash this might become the new format]




Several Eternals, including Sprite, Ikaris, and Sersi kneel before Thanos, who sits on a throne and places a hand on two of their heads in benedictory fashion


A man in a dark suit, holding what looks like a medical bag, stands among hundreds of bundles of newspapers that all read WAR in big ol' red font









A blond boy, grinning and holding a baton-wand-deal, takes up the entire cover. Superimposed on it are the same boy falling from the top of the cover, a dark-haired boy on the right hand side sitting as through he's fallen on his keister, a dark-haired girl clutching her shoulders, at bottom some kind of power-ranger looking guy, bottom left a blonde girl riding a broom, middle-left a hooded figure in a big stoneware urn


So that’s me this week, guys, gals, nonbinary pals and N/A. And now, being mildly sick, I will retire to my divan to watch Picket Fences, blow my nose too frequently, play Valkyria Chronicles 4, and have my body temperature fluctuate wildly and erratically. What did you all get? Do you think the tiger and the wolf will ever figure out that you can make curry ramen? Were would you hide Oswald’s body? Scream you answers to the North, and then repeat them down in yonder comment section.

(I have to mention my newsletter in every article, and how if you sign up for it here you get one (1) email at the start of the month with a brief round-up and link-list of everything I wrote on the previous page of the calendar; what I haven’t been able to tell you until now is that by doing so, you’ll secure your right to a piece of exclusive, collectible content in every issue that I will never publish on this site, social media or anywhere else on the internet. Trust me, you want this, come check it out.)


I’ve been one poor correspondent
I’ve been too, too hard to find

Leave a Reply