Month: January 2005

I’ll be doing an appearance tomorrow, Sunday, on Fanboyradio.com at 7 PM EST, 6 PM Central time.

I’ll be announcing some stuff.

PAD

It’s the official comments thread for “Hulk #77,” out this week.

Whad’ja think?

You know the letters that start off like this:

Naturally, this letter will come to you as a surprise since
we have not met, permit me however to introduce myself; I
am Paul Rhodes, a white Zimbabwean Farmer, currently in
hiding in Zimbabwe.

Or it’s some variation thereof in which they go on to say how they need your help in getting money into the country?

So how long before we start seeing them that begin with, “I am (fill in name), and my entire family’s assets were wiped out by the tsunami in Indonesia…except for $15 million in a Swiss bank account…”

PAD

Newsarama is reporting that Will Eisner passed away from complications related to his recent quadruple bypass.

Eisner, Kelly Freas…God, is this year off to a crappy start.

I’m looking right at the Eisner Award plaque I got back in 1992, which I had him autograph on the back. What a great moment that was in my life.

I know they both had good runs and left behind an incredible body of work, but that just doesn’t really mollify it, y’know?

PAD

I got an invite from the Writers Guild announcing a special screening of “Fahrenheit 9/11” this Wednesday that’s going to be followed by a Q&A with Michael Moore. Unfortunately, that’s my bowling night, I’m just starting with a new league, and one has to prioritize.

Has anyone heard anything or any interviews with Moore post-calamity (or, as it’s also called, election day?)

PAD

Moviepoopshoot.com listed “Fallen Angel” in their 2004 round-up as “The Best Book You’re Not Reading.” Which I guess is pretty good, except for the “Not Reading” part. You can check it out or, if you wish, here’s an excerpt. Interestingly, they featured the cover of issue #14 about which I just got an e-mail from a frustrated fan who can’t find it in any local store.

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We spent the evening at Cirque Du Soleil, where I discovered that Caroline is definitely her mother’s daughter when it comes to Cirque. Even though it was late at night, she watched with wide-eyed rapture, shouting, “Up! Up!” during the high wire acts and bouncing during the Chinese girls with the killer yo yo tricks (if you’ve seen it, you know what I mean.) A little over halfway through, she was literally fighting to stay awake before she twisted around (she was in my lap) and looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes and moaned softly, because she knew she wasn’t going to make it. I turned her away from the performance and put her head against my shoulder, and she was out cold in about sixty seconds.

We went back to the hotel after that and all of us (except sleeping Caroline) watched fireworks blasting over Lake Buena Vista.

We head back home tomorrow evening (we make spectacular time when I drive through the night.)

PAD