Shalom, dear reader. Once again I emerge from the depths of the interhighways to give you news of great import, news with ramifications so vast and great that it will most likely raise at least one eyebrow in either awe or general amusement at this weird, yet peculiarly engrossing intro that is in dire need of a better punctuation and a more conventional syntax. Be advised that the writer does agree with these sentiments.

I have been a little out of it these last couple of days due to a prolonged clogging of various air tracts and a headache so fierce that a Metallica lover would have tapped his feet to its malicious rhythm. I have (and still am), in other words, been sick and have thusly prioritzed such activities as the digestion of painkillers and throat pastilles over keeping this blog updated. It’s been a grizzly affair filled with snot and other nasty body fluids, and while the pounding headache has moved its HQ south so that I now have the vocal capabilities of a teenage whale, I still can’t say that I’m officially on the mend. Hopefully the new meds will kick in soon, but I am not hopeful. I am quickly developing a ringing cough that has every intention of growing into a full blown case of bronchitis, upon which time my general practitioner will see fit to describe something equally nasty to kick the germs’ two-celled asses out the door, seeing as only having a puny fever, a paltry cough, no way to breath except gasping and ear drums so tight that they’re practically ready to pop obviously isn’t something that warrants antibiotics.

In the mean time I’ll try to get back to you with some comic book reviews. I’ve got the first chapter of Joe Hill’s “Locke&Key” in stock as well as Brian Wood’s (”DMZ”) first eight issues of his new Vertigo viking series, “Northlanders”. If none of those make your taste buds tingle, I can also without much trouble whip up a review of the entire run of Warren Ellis’ “Planetary” (been putting that off for a while), Ed Brubaker’s “The Death of Captain America” or Ben Templesmith’s (”Fell”, “30 Days of Night”) “Wormwood: The Gentleman Corpse”. Feel free to cry your heart out in the comment thread if want me to choose YOUR favourite. I’ve also got two book reviews on the way, though I have no idea when they’ll appear. One’s an old classic, the other’s a new sci-fi story in a familiar ‘verse.

That is all, guys. I have to leave you now because I have to once again attempt to blow my fevered brain through my nose. Or cough it out my mouth. Both seem like viable options at this point.