Take a note and roll with it. Ten days now into the new black cracking model cash register and it's all la-di-da-a-go-go. From the vision below, it's true, there are receipts that come spitting out the spooling roll in this version. Not like the previous version didn't, it did, but only on command.



Now, it's all nicely done with details and stats on the Comic Shop: opening hours, URL and a cut and break down on the things in the bag. Generalised of course.

Not really a big demand out there to know each and every comic what makes it into the budget. Far easier to handle when it's a glob and the reading pleasure sets in like a block of chocolate between the holes in the watermelon.

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Second from the series that takes a flash back into the life and times of running with the penitent work of John Doe from the film of the same name. Ralph Tedesco and Joe Tyler working the sin right here as Doe goes this time for a lawyer, evil sickness they are.

Straight off the back of a loose fingernail and format smacks up a dry scalpel that is hard to ignore. From the easy to read saddle stitch of the first, this concoction down the spine, where the glue is ripe, makes taking in the art and indeed the mass of words on pages in the crack, no fun at all. Can't really read this comic when the motion swerves toward the middle of the spread. Peering into the mind of Doe hits the block when the shadows are all too real.

For show, it's a good rock at bringing in another level to reading a comic, yet this clearly can't be the case. Who in their right mind publishes a comic that makes reading it a challenge in the simplest task of opening the pages themselve.

Notes in a ledger, with the run down crazed ramblings suffer for this binding fact. Shining through, Doe is one twisted soul, the collection of clipppings and his mind are comforting in a strange "this is wrong" way.

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February 8, as auspicious and as ordinary as another day. A day for new comics and a day to start remember a new number for questions made in person. They'll usually mark it as a side note, comparing, checking and look it up and down. Bums and the homeless think 19 at times. They're good odds to walk.

Turns out that #104 was not actually the end of the Clone Saga arc, which pools over into Ultimate Spider-Man #105 being the penultimate part of that multiparted section. Course, this never matters when everybody around spoils the storyline as they chit and chat in regular conversation. Still, that's the price you pay being six issues behind on reading. Whine, whine, whine, it's a drunken kind of stench.

Scalped #2 is on for the week and its first issue didn't make the quick pile to read. Said Native American mobster copy was also the victim of having a leaky water bottle crack a slit and wet itself. Carrying that kind of moisture really stands out when the pages crinkle down the corner and it's not a sound effect.

From the online preview pages alone, Secret #1 looks like it starts to have legs by the fifth page. Thing is, it only peeks at four, so the guess is on for what rolls around the page. Nice washy look to the art though, and with that, a feeling of things being a little questionable from the outset.

Real hang out is Fell #7. Tight and loose at the same time, it's crime fiction at it's most concentrated and easy to digest form.

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Oh, for what leaves the eyes in such a state as to feel the green radioactive ooze pooling out from the sockets?



Certainly not keeping regular daylight hours helps a lot. A whole barrel load of good apparently comes from working in the same time zone as the people what stand in the same room. And when one time zone steps out of another and runs for weeks and months, there's the possibility that the red will make green.

Outside possibility with a boon of drinking heavy of green drink (as others drink purple and grape).

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Bang a gong, and it's February already, shortest month of the year, cruftiest of them all. Best month actually, when you come to think of it. On the cusp of the seasonal calendar that breaks in from summer into autumn. Doesn't stop the sweating though. And you'd think it was only the obese to crank out the drip glands heavy. Woah.

Haven't been reading big on the whole Choosing Sides thing at Marvel, but when Peter Porker's about, look out. Ultimate Civil War Spider-Ham Crisis #1 clearly states one side to choose. Pork. Or ham. Or bacon. Pigs ears a rather natty though.

Ah, the series that is a gift unto itself, Kabuki #8 is expected in this week. It's the comic that keeps on giving, but certainly makes sure you wait for it. And what a wait. Like amnesia kicks in the side of the donkey with a mule to boot. Classy, but certainly familiar.

Much like the state of affairs in Ex Machina #26. Other people might not have this problem, but any series that hits the stride into the 20s, and the brain can't recognise it being a different number. Same case with Futurama. Ever eternal on the same number despite the contents within and the cover itself changing on the listing.

Two more additions, Jack of Fables #7 and Wasteland #6 are possible goers. The former sits ready to be read with the first five issues holding up with staples far from curling. The latter was a great read on the first issue and the two after that are also in the holding bay. Looking over the pile of "yet to read" it's unlikely, no matter how good these two are, that they'll join too quick.

A little time perhaps.

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Last week, in the fit of quiet of the early morning, the long standing cash register finally hung it up. Thirteen years, from the first days back at the previous location and a good run in the new.



Was not without some fight left in it though. The needle nose work and jabbing of screwdrivers, metal rules and sticky tape all over the scene just a bit into the whole hope of salvation.

Sadly, every thing to its own has to call in at lunch one day.

Serving the interim between the old and the new, the register what made an appearance at the showing last year at Supanova. A small number, it's now sitting back on the benches with a new, black model taking up the post.

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