My first post....

Wow....well that was easy. Anyways, my name is Mike and I'm creating this blog to revive my writing skills. I hope to get some stuff published in the comic book industry. Yes, I'm 25, single and want to get into comic books. It's sad.

So - let's talk about the name. Well, it comes from an amazing comic book, which I was introduced to during the late august and early September of 2001. My grandmother had just died, and I was about to endure a very trying time in my life. My uncle will have almost died on September 11th (and by the way, I really don't like it when people say 9/11 - it just sounds like a convenience store and not what it is) a young man from my old high school will commit suicide and a young boy from my parish will die of a brain tumor. During this time, two things will happen. I'll go into the memorial chapel at Loyola College and curse God out. Yes. The Campus Minister calls God a fucking asshole. Why -well I don't get kids with brain tumors. I don't. I don't get Alzheimer’s. I don't. And then after yelling at God, I kneel and pray.

The second thing that happened is that Gerry Tobin (God bless him) will give me the first trade paper back of James Robinson's and Tony Harris's Starman series. The story is of Jack Knight, the younger son of Ted Knight, the original Starman. (For all of you non-comic book readers, who are probably many, Starman is a little known hero who has had many people holds the name over the years. Ted Knight due to comic book magic, had live 20-30 years longer than he should have, and had been Starman for a lot of that time) Jack's brother, David is killed in the first issue, after being the new Starman for only a week. Then Ted's home is blown up, hurting him, Jack is attacked and the bad guys have the upper hand, until they attack the city these men call home, and especially the art wing dedicated in honor of Jack's mother. Jack becomes Starman, very much to his chagrin, and continues to do so over an amazing 80 issue run. During that time, Jack meets many other characters, including a fortune teller named Charity, who tells him that his future is like answers on postcards.

Well, that's enough for the re-post. I'll try to come up with some funnier or lighter material for later.

Also- almost forgot this. Bank of America sucks. I, personally, enjoy people with accents, especially symmetrical women with ones from the British Isles. Also, I think being smoky is compliment that is neither misogynistic nor irresponsible. Good luck and good night.