I haven’t written any of my blathering posts in a long time. Working on published work, or getting Vile out the door. That’s BS honestly. I’ve been procrastinating a lot, playing video games and coaching baseball. Crying a bit after the Cardinals lost to…the Cubs. The universe is right again after the fall of the mythic Maddon Cubs though.
Vile is everywhere in Seattle. One store in particular…Arcane Comics…has restocked 3 times. I can’t explain why, or how, or who or any other thing. The guys there are great, and Indy comics, or ones that the staff likes are behind the counter, right above all of their valuable ones. Tiny store, so shelf-space is quite valuable. Definitely considering an updated, ‘Arcane comics’ version for the world. Have it at cons and sell it in Arcane. Yeah, we’re going to do that. An Arcane edition of Vile. We meaning my Mac and me. If any of you guys at Arcane read this, by chance, (it could happen because I added them in my tweet) then thank you, thank you so much. Selling you folks copies is offsetting my serious and nearly debilitating habit of collecting comics. Bravo. Bravo.
In case you’re interested in getting Vile digitally, go to comixology. Here’s the link. Not the Zelda one.
Comics I’m reading
The Midnighter is hitting for me, and it’s hitting hard. Nothing is pressed or forced, the dialogue is snappy and seeing Dick Grayson make a couple of appearances gives Midnighter a place in the DC universe for me. I love seeing his personal life. Somehow, some way, this gay super-droid’s personal life seems more real than Peter PArker’s Or Bruce Wayne’s.
Seriously, this is the kind of comic book that reminds me of why I love fantasy, and comics and so many things. Reminds me of Samurai Jack in a way. Hope that’s not insulting. It’s daunting to see it next to my comic I have to say. Vile is bare bones at 16 pages and $2.99, and Head Lopper is what, 100 at 5 or 6 bones? Ridiculously good-deal.
The Fade Out
Outside of a couple of things, like the Maltese Falcon, I’ve never been much of a noir guy. Kenshi at Arcane (I’m really not pandering here) suggested it was a good read. It is. It really is. I love Brubaker so much I want to be his housekeeper and go through his trash can and read his notes. Or bake him cookies or something. No spoilers here.
Another Kenshi suggestion. Picked up number one and it’s electric man, electric. I’m hoping Electric catches on. Anyway, this is the kind of comic, I imagine, that the cool guy I hung out with in High school read. The guy that dropped out and did drugs and had an anarchy tattoo. Had a T-Bird but quoted Bukowski. That’s a crappy description and I still hope you pick it up. It’s on issue #4 I believe.
Enough…now you read my words. Written last night. Goodbye.
Lightning, Lightning and Thunder. Lightning and thunder but there aint no rain.
I’m hoping to get to where I’m writing a ton again, though. I subscribe to the Warren Ellis newsletter, or blog. From the Thames Delta. Damn I like that title. Also, Keeping up with Kelly and Matt. Like we’re on a first name basis, right? Kelly Sue DeConnick and Matt Fraction. I’m in it for the Kelly Sue bits. And the Chip Zdarsky. That dude is clever. I’ll link to their posts below so all 3 of your faithful readers can go over there and have a look. Sign up. Don’t unsubscribe though-Ellis is a demi-god and has those demi-god powers.
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On to my ramble
Clean and Me
This, I hope, is the type of writing that is clean and free of pretense. No longer soiled by whimsy or defiled by fantasy. Strict adherence to order and minimal joy or candor.
Where do you even start? “You” being me in this case, being a coward and hypocrite. You raced long enough to circle back around to what you were running from. You thought it was something to catch, that you’d chased. You took the baton and raced on. I’m seriously not trying to use cliches or other things that make some things sound more exciting by making them sound like other things.
But, I think that since you’ve seen what you’ve done, and how you’ve become, that you can realize you were running in place of a ghost-a wraith from the past. You’ll look around and you will be okay with not being a prodigy, or a pioneer in anything. You will stop and be thankful you’ve become me.
I want to take Spider-Man and have him sit down with the Punisher. Nick Fury and Captain America too. Have a general discussion. Or, I’d like to write that. I know, there’ve been people to do that before. It’s always done in comic-book style (imagine, that right?) and conversations are done light heartedly, or within crazed battle scenes. I want to do something different and see what makes them tick. But…I can’t. All i can concentrate on is my phone vibrating and these small bushes on the rooftop. I just did a triple-take. An honest to goodness triple-take. Only referenced in hushed whispers and top secret encoded writing amongst abnormally gifted observational artists. What makes these things fucking tick? The scions of American comic culture and heroic archetypes can go to hell. I want to deconstruct these fertile little rotodendrums. Holy hell. That word and description is all wrong. Spell-check cant even help me with that blunder. Seriously though. Are they stoic? Can they be stoic if they’ve never been…the opposite of stoic? Is this why we come up with jargon and colloquialisms? To describe nonsense like this? I nailed colloquialisms if you noticed? Oh sweet wonderous surprise…there are abnormally large wheat stalks to my left. Are they stalks? I’ve delved too deep into this blackish brackish pond. I must return to my comics below.