Yesterday sucked fucking ass for me.
Basically I got drunk late Tuesday night-early Wednesday morning, and decided to walk home from the bar, ducking out on my friends. Yeah don't ask me why. I walked a total of over 10 miles, as I got halfway home before realizing my phone was missing. I walked all the back to the bar, only to be told no phone was turned in. So I walked all the way home, only stopping to sit down for a quick couple of minutes since my fucking legs were killing me. They still are btw.
So I sit down at a local tech college bench. Cop rolls into the parking lot. I'm thinking, "Well, I guess I'm going to jail tonight."
I didn't. She let me go thankfully, and off I went to stumble home sometime around 3 in the morning.
Even with my legs killing me, and only a few hours of sleep, I biked it back up to the bar to look for my phone.
No such luck. Wound up doing that 2 more times. Still no phone.
So today, I'm having to buy a new phone and new minutes. Thankfully the previous minutes get transferred, and I can keep my same cell#.
So, how was your day yesterday?
Okay, so Back-Issue Spotlight time, with a visit from the good doctor himself, Dr. Strange.
Dr. Strange#56(Vol.1) (Dec '84) "A Mystic Reborn" by Roger Stern and Paul Smith.
Basically the story is way to give the reader a refresher course on the origin of Dr. Strange, while probably schooling new fans/readers. And Stern does a damn fine job of reviewing Dr.Strange's origin without going on and on. Short and simple, as it should be.
Well the good doctor is doing all this since he's giving a rare televised interview to reporter and potential love interest, Morgana Blessing. I don't know whatever happened to her after this series got cancelled. Maybe she's dead, idk. But during this time period she was Dr. Strange's romantic interest. Why reporters honestly?
I figure that's got to be rough to date or be married to one. They seem like they always want to know details, play 20 questions, that sort of thing. Fuck that you noisy bitches!
Anyhoo, accompanying Ms.Blessing is a film crew for a video production company. Yes video. While it was 1982. What'd you expect?
But all is not as it seems with said film crew, and it's not long at all after Strange goes over his origin story, that he calls out said film crew. Said film crew turn out to be old foes in disguise. Like mid-late-60's foes.
Standing revealed, the shit is on immediately as all three attack Dr.Strange. Apparently despite their skill-set, they seem to still be pretty much bush league compared to Strange, as he admits to toying with them.
Seeing that they're not getting anywhere fast, all three split up and run throughout Strange's mansion.
They quickly find out that the house is like the inside of a TARDIS, as each room or stairway just leads you along like a never-ending maze, full of twists and turns.
While distracted, the sorceress Adria tracks what she thinks is a way to get of Strange once and for all. Little does she know what it'll really do to her, and despite Strange's warnings, Adria sets the mystic orb off.
The orb goes off and sucks all three wannabe-magic thugs into the dreaded PURPLE DIMENSION!!!!
Is that where Grimace from Mickey D's is really from? No? Who cares, scary, purple bastard!
Strange reflects on what just happened, and assures the obviously distraught Ms. Blessing what it wasn't here fault bringing the film in, since she didn't know they were killers in disguise.
Well she didn't.
The story in this one is fairly quick, and shows off the origins of Dr. Strange and how he came to own and live in the infamous Sanctum Sanctorum mansion in the Greenwich Village.
What stands out to me more than anything, is the sweet, sweet Paul Smith artwork.
My god that man's criminally underrated, I and many others have noticed and remarked on not only the brilliance that is Paul Smith, but also how he homages Steve Ditko, but without the wonky Ditko art Shlomo's not a big fan off.
Smith, and maybe a select few others like Jim Starlin, John Byrne and the late Marshall Rogers have all in their careers homaged Ditko, but in their own unique style.
Go get this run of Dr. Strange, if nothing else for the sweet Paul Smith art. That shit was greatness back then.
Tomorrow, yes tomorrow, is my weekly WTFWTT? post.
See you then kids.