Random Happenstance

Last month (as I write this, anyway, well before I went on vacation) I noticed a leak in my apartment's front bathroom. I thought it was from the washing machine in the apartment upstairs, cleaned it up multiple times, and mentioned it to the landlord, or management agency or whatever. A couple of weeks later, someone finally stopped by to take a look at it. (To be fair, the apartments across from me recently burned mostly down; and the maintenance guys don't like to stop by when I'm not around because of the dog.) They weren't able to do anything straightaway, since they would have to check out upstairs; but they did say the leak wasn't from the washer. Gross...

When I got back from vacation, they still hadn't done anything. And a little later, I noticed a recurring leak in front of my other bathroom. Is there anything more annoying than stepping on wet carpet? How about the leak from the other bathroom seeping into my closet where I keep my comics? Although several boxes got soggy, I didn't lose very many comics worth noting--a few Bendis Daredevils, a chunk of Starman, possibly the world's largest surviving run of the Vertigo Kid Eternity book, and maybe my last remaining ToyFares. I am both not really broken up, and absolutely livid by this; and my landlords will be getting an earful if no progress is made between now and the next time I pay my rent.

But, whenever something like this happens, I do tend to find a mess of books I haven't flipped through in a while.

I haven't read all of Hitman, but the issues I've read were pretty good. Like this one, Hitman #60, "Closing Time," written by Garth Ennis, pencils by John McCrea, inks by Garry Leach.

And my collection of Ghost appears to have survived another disaster. I kind of need to re-read those one of these days. Panels from Ghost #6, "Stare at the Sun, part 3" Written by Chris Warner, pencils by Christian Zanier, inks by Steve Moncuse.

We might see what else I find later, I have to clean up a bit now...