He stands… Like some sort of pagan god or deposed tyrant. Staring out over the city he’s sworn to… to stare out over… And it’s evident… Just by looking at him… That he’s got some pretty heavy things on his mind.
After dedicating this “great comics” series to such artistic masterpieces as Sandman, Astro City, Swamp Thing, Usagi Yojimbo, and Zot!… how can I make the next entry The Tick?
And what is there to possibly say? How many words can I squeeze out of, “It’s funny.” (Over a thousand, it turns out.)
I guess I could point at different gags and say, “Look isn’t this one funny?” That’s kind of like commentary.
And if we’re going to talk about an issue of The Tick, why this one?
The answer to that is easy: I like this joke about a hedge.
I could have covered the first issue insead. That tells his origin, and I do like his origin, enough to quote it here.
Destiny is a funny thing. Once I thought I was destined to become Emperor of Greenland, sole monarch over its 52,000 inhabitants. Then I thought I was destined to build a Polynesian longship in my garage. I was wrong then, but I’ve got it now. I’m the destined protector of this place. I’m this City’s superhero.
