Reinvigorating and refocusing. Dropped in the ocean by the Human Torch. Ready to restart my war against the pitiful, surface dwellers. I love the idea of the amnestic Sub-Mariner regaining his identity and purpose upon being chucked in the ocean. That's always the first thing that pops in my head whenever I get back on the horse; whenever I move into the manic phase or whatever it is that happens when I stop being depressed. I mean, I really don't feel much of a connection with Namor and his hatred of humanity (well, maybe a little). I was always an X-Men fan; the big, dysfunctional family fighting for a better world. People struggling to be heroic, fighting among themselves but always pulling together in the end to stop the threat; bonded together by love! I haven't read a new X-Men comic since reading a single issue of Grant Morrison's New X-Men run. Do the X-Men still love each other? Is that still a defining characteristic? I hope so. Anyway, what I was trying to say was I started a deviantART (am I supposed to spell it like that?) page.