New nightmares and old

Tonight I finally read Occasional Superheroine's "Goodbye to Comics" (conveniently indexed by Elayne Riggs). I know everybody else read it six months ago--I always keep up with the times, hmm? Anyway, "Goodbye to Comics" is funny, awful, painful, insightful, and all that stuff everyone else already said six months ago, so I won't bother.

Yet, as I've mentioned before, it's all about me. In the last installment, the Occasional Superheroine writes about a friend of hers, an old man in ill health, whose apartment is so full of comics and collectibles the EMS guys can't figure out which pile of junk is actually a person. Elayne Riggs comments that a friend of hers died in a fire when rescue workers couldn't get through the exits, which were blocked with comics.

I now have a new nightmare about my old age and eventual death. I will not be the old lady with all the cats (I love animals, but am highly allergic to felines), found six months after her death, when the power's been shut off due to non-payment and the landlord comes to evict the deadbeat tenant. No, instead, I shall be the old lady who dies in an apartment rendered unfit for human habitation by thousands and thousands of comic books.

Comments

[Van Doom]

Thanks for the link. Glad to see another opinion, even if a bit belated.

[AppleFoot]

I particularly like the way Van Doom pointed out that Occasional Superheroine's posts are guilty of "the needless sensationalism and bloodlust of which she accuses the creators behind Identity Crisis." It was an "a-ha" moment for me, and although I still think "Goodbye to Comics" is a frank (if brief) look at the industry, I also think Van Doom's comments worth reading. http://legionofdoom.cheeksofgod.com/?p=287