Its so damn hot!

Its ridiculous here in the metro right now because its summer time and guess what, we've got a scorching, brain-draining heat wave going on here. About 30 degrees C for today I think.

Only had 5 hours of fucking sleep because of that. Sweet. 

*****

On the other hand, it made me remember Johnny Storm. Yeah, the freaking Human Torch from the Fantastic Four.  If you don't know what happened to him, well... he  died fighting extraterrestrial aliens in Fantastic Four #587 and was replaced by your friendly neighborhood, Spider-Man. I guess they can't think of any interesting roles for Torchy anymore. 

But I'll know he'll be back. Nobody dies in comics for so long except for a couple of guys, who are usually supporting characters. For example:  Uncle Ben (Peter Parker/Spiderman's uncle), Gwen Stacy (Spidey's first girlfriend), and Thomas and Martha Wayne (Bruce Wayne/Batman's parents) to name a few. 

If its too good to be true...

... its not EFFIN' true.

That's my personal motto for a year now and I really believe that everybody should be watchful of things that are too impossibly good to be real. You know - to avoid getting screwed, just in case.

Its like Superman (and any superhero nowadays for that matter) dying in 1994: everybody cries, gets blown away and mourns like a family member just died because they think "he's dead! he's never gonna come back!" People buy millions of the "Death of Superman" issue and sparks a comic book boom in the 90s....  

.. then suddenly after a couple of fake Supermen coming in to the scene.. he (the real one) comes back flying with a mullet (yes, a fucking mullet) and goes:

 "Hello guys, I'm not really dead! I'm the goddamn Superman for pete's sakes! Hahahaha, screw you all!"

Comic books, people. They can screw you pretty well too.