Avengers: Everything's Explodin'
I own something like a metric fuckload of Avengers comics. Okay, fine, it's just one longbox, but it's full, and those things get heavy when you're a nerd with spindly little arms like me.
How'd I become such a big Avengers fan? I guess the Infinity Gauntlet mini-series dragged me into comics. And who wasn't in the Infinity Gauntlet? (Answer: only Angar the Screamer was left out. Man, he sucks. Screaming Mimi dumped his ass and then became a good guy just to get away from him, that's how much he sucks.) You hear about those kids in the 1950s or whenever buying JSA or JLA or whatever comic cavekids read back then doing so because it featured "ALL YOUR FAVORITE HEROES IN A BOOK-LENGTH ADVENTURE!" and I fell for that, too, in 1991. I thought Captain America standing up to Thanos was bad-assed, you know? So I started reading the Avengers. And the stuff Bob Harras did with Steve Epting around this time wasn't too awful. Maybe I'm biased because that's where I started, but you won't see me defending The Crossing or anything like that.
Put simply, I liked the characters, and I wanted to read as much about them as possible. I traded in all my early Image stuff and my entire Valiant comics collection to fill up the aforementioned longbox. Archer and Armstrong wasn't bad, but I think I enjoyed the Avengers stuff a lot more... Korvac, Kree-Skrull War, that thing with Thor and Hawkeye traveling back in time to the old west... Roger Stern and the Siege of Avengers Mansion. That last one made me shed a manly tear, it did.
This "Avengers Disassembled" arc kicks off in Avengers #500, not to mention spinning off into every Avengers-related title (and some that aren't) and as much as my fanboyish adoration of these characters has kept me reading the series through some awful shit, and as slightly enjoyable as the Bendis preview is, well... I dunno. I don't really care. I've seen Tony Stark mind-controlled and the Vision betray the Avengers and the Mansion blown up and attacked and whatever so many times, and just because it's done well, and it's not by Geoff Johns or Chuck Austen, doesn't mean I want to see it again.
So, what we got?
And then we have a melty Vision-piloted Quinjet kerashing...
I've changed a bit as a comics reader over the years. As time has worn on, I've learned more about the artists and writers behind the books, and figured out that I'd rather read for them instead of the characters. Invariably you get a Chuck Austen or a John Byrne taking over your favorites, and no matter how much you love the Web-Head you get bitter from wasting money on Spider-Man comics when you should probably be throwing a couple bucks at something new like Seaguy or even X-Statix. I'm constantly re-evaluating what I want out of my comics, and should probably post more of those evaluations here. Like I've just done. If anyone cares.