Look, I complain a lot. I’ve been reading DC for about 30 years, and nothing’s as good as it was when I was 13.
So, I skip a bunch of the DC Daily episodes. I’m too cynical to watch the hosts drone on in a fanboy-ish manner about whatever.
I’m up late tonight, for no apparent reason. And I put on the Michael Uslan episodes of DC Daily. I’m blown away. I, seriously, cannot say how utterly excited and flat out jealous I am. I’m jealous I couldn’t grow up in New York and hang out in the DC offices. I’m jealous I couldn’t be at those interviews. I’m jealous I don’t have any of Mr. Uslan’s contact info, so I can badger his brain.
Just. Freaking. Magical.
I like Samm Levine’s roadshows. I like John Barrowman’s collections. But the Uslan-tales. I’m blown away.
Get all those old comics scanned!
There’s no way I’m sleeping tonight…