Crap, I forgot the title. Having read the issue yesterday, my goal was to write this review of…uh…this comic (y’know the one with the guy, y’know that guy, with the powers, the unexplained black-thingy powers that spread to others—kind of—and who’s fighting bad guys, fighting the Hood’s bad guys in…uh…Chinatown, I think) without picking it up again. And now I’ve forgotten the title. And the main character. And the point and theme of the issue. I vaguely remember the art as being too vague. Oh! And Aunt May. I think she’s in trouble. Again. I think. That may have been some other Spider-Man issue, or maybe every other Spider-Man issue, who can say? But there must have been something about this particular issue that was worth commenting on. Wait! I remember it was written by Fred Van Lente, the author of Action Philosophers, which is one of the true triumphs of the medium over the past ten years. Man, I remember that panel where Schopenhauer and Hegel were both fawning over a framed picture of Kant, both men looking like Elmer Fud when Bugs would where a blond wig. That was a hilarious and new perspective on characters who had been written about for quite a few decades. Wow, Action Philosophers that was a great book; I haven’t picked it back up in over a year, and I can still recall it page for page. But, no, that’s beside the point. I’m supposed to be doing something here, reviewing something here. Now, where was I? Crap, I forgot.