Greetings, readers!
Optiluiz here once more with a much belated post! I'm so sorry that we took so long, but as I've said many times before, life does get in the way of blogging. However, I'm proud to say that the ECB is back on track, and with some great news!
Since my last post, I've decided that becoming a translator is the best option at the moment in my life, watched the best action movie of the last ten years (Mad Max: Fury Road), and have finally made a new blog! Some of you may have noticed that our old reviews are gone from the ECB, but that's because they've been moved to Optiluiz Reviews the World! I'm still transferring all the old posts there, but once that's done I hope you enjoy the new content.
Regarding the comic, I've always been fascinated by Superheroes and vigilantes, and have even made up some of my own. However, in real life this kind of thing isn't as fun as it seems to be. I guess this is the time to tell a heavily-abridged version of a real story that happened to me and Max.
In 2010, there was a series of thefts happening around my neighborhood (not that it's gotten any better), and I was furious. After three attempts, some guys had finally stolen my cellphone, so I called Max and decided to meet him to plan something. As you probably know if you've followed the blog for a while, I wasn't exactly the most mentally balanced person in the world during my teenage years, and that's why Max and I decided that the best course of action would be to arm ourselves with kitchen appliances, stuff them in a backpack and ride my bike around the block until we found the bastard.
We had light bulbs, kitchen knives, scissors and a wrench, thinking that we could face anyone we found out there. Luckily (or not), it didn't take us long to find the thief, who was calmly riding his bike as well. Max was sitting on the bike behind me, carrying the backpack with weapons, and we decided to confront our foe. As we approached, the thief noticed something was wrong, and tried to engage in small-talk, obviously reaching for something in his pocket. I was scared as hell, but ready to do what had to be done. Then, I looked behind me to get the weapons with Max, but he was already gone, having sprinted in the other direction with my backpack. I looked back at the robber, smiled, and pedalled as fast as I could, following Max.
We regrouped at a local pet shop and laughed nervously at what had transpired, commenting on how stupid our idea was.We eventually headed our separate ways, and to this day I wonder what could have happened if Max hadn't ran with our defenses. I can't blame him, though, I'm not sure that I wouldn't have done the same thing. Maybe it's best not to know.
I don't think we learned much that day, but it's one of those funny teenage stories that you look back on and say "What the hell was I thinking?" I know it's not the best story we've shared on the blog, but I've been promising a well-written account of that adventure for a while now. I hope you enjoyed it.
I think that's all for today, as I still have to update the Brazilian blog and do the usual marketing. However, I'll leave you with some Behind-the-Scenes Featurettes from Mad Max: Fury Road. Thank you for visiting!
-Optiluiz out...
PS: You owe it to yourself to watch Mad Max in theaters, like right now. A review of it will be coming shortly.
PPS: I also managed to watch the original Road Warrior (Mad Max 2) in theaters as well!
PPPS: Did you guys notice that Max has a new awesome pen?
