Monday, August 20, 2012

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...


Mr. Morbid's House Of Fun said...

Poor Goo:( I'd be more than a little pissed too if a good portion of my comics were damaged because of an inconsiderate asshole.

I'd really let the landlord have it for such damages. Now I'm not sure if you have renter's insurance or not. If so, you got 'em by the balls on that one; if not, he's still obligated to fix the damages to your apartment if nothing else.

I feel for ya' man.

Now in the spirit of cheering you up, I noticed you have no title for today's post. Well let me help you there partner with some hopefully helpful suggestions:

"Slippery when wet"
"This ain't no wiki-leaks!"
It ain't no joke when your comics are soaked"

"I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today" (From Blind Melon's song "no rain")

"The rain song"
"Freaky leaks"
"She'll be leaking 'round the mountain when she comes"

and finally....

"I'm fixing a hole where the rain comes in."


SallyP said...

There is nothing quite like the joy of going through a box of comics that you haven't read in a while. It can kill a complete afternoon, that's for sure!

And yes, Hitman was and IS quite quite awesome.