What we learnt this issue beside hey look there's a family of frog royalty speaking English because why thee fuck not?
This was on of the first X-Pals comic books I ever bought (from the dearly departed Union Flea Market) and also one of my favorites.
Cool story right? The end.
Ok so also it officially introduces Mojo and Longshot to the X-Manos. I would try to explain what the fuck Longshot and Mojo are but it would take fuckin forever so jut go look it up if you're curious. It was a weird time for the X-Men and this is the acme of it's weirdness. The quintessence if you will.
What makes Mojo great is how Claremont uses him as a mouth piece for meta commentary about the X-Men franchise. Despite being a fat, globulous pile of spineless shit, Mojo is basically the OG hipster when it comes to meta.
This issue also had the first appearance of the X-babies, a stupid gimmick but always used for ironical purposes, so it's ok, and featured the artwork of international hall of famer Arthur Adams. Art Adams is fucking great.
Also I hate fucking sports and need to go watch more sports teams lose because thats what being a sports fan is. An unending parade of self inflicted toture and misery. Unless you're an asshole Yankee fan of course. So yeah, enough blogging, more sado-masochistic television viewing.GOD DAMN IT COLLEGE FOOTBALL IS DUMB.
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