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Month: August 2009
Random Acts of Rudeness
Many years ago, I was attending Mark Gruenwald’s memorial service. I was just standing there, minding my own business, looking quietly at some of the displays, and a woman walked up to me and said, “Excuse me…are you Peter David?” I said yes. She said, “I just wanted to tell you, you’re a terrible writer. Just awful.” I stared at her and said, “Thank you for sharing that.” She walked away.
If Internet blogs had existed as such at the time, I’ve no doubt she would have blogged or twittered about it.
Flash forward to a fan attending the Chicago Wizard Con and he discovers that, unannounced, Rob Liefeld is sitting at a table. Is Rob sitting their boasting abut his greatness? Is he talking about how his contributions to Marvel are the greatest ever? No. He’s just minding his own business, drawing a sketch of Wolverine.
The guy, fulfilling a personal ambition, walks up to Rob Liefeld and thinks it the height of hilarity to tell him that he demands Rob apologize for “Heroes Reborn.”
POTATO MOON, Part 74: “Who Hashes the Hash-Browns?” by Jeff “Wulff” Byrne
Bela woke suddenly, finding herself abandoned in the hall, and miffed that everyone who should have been standing around adoring her had, in fact, abandoned her instead of adoring her.
“Well that’s just great,” she huffed in a huff. “How will I pitch the rest of this story if everyone leaves me and I don’t know what’s going on?” she whined in her whiny voice.
She was so distressed by this turn of events, the hairs on her arms and legs (she hadn’t seen a leg-razor since the story started) began to stand on end. Then the hair on top of her head began to spike outward. She became aware of a taste in her mouth, like touching her tongue to a 9-volt battery. She pulled a 9-volt battery from her pocket and touched it to her tongue, and decided that that was indeed the taste.
The air began to crackle with blue electrical discharges. There was a bright blue flash as a ball of blue energy popped into being, then shattered into tiny blue fragments, which shattered again when they hit the floor into tiny blue powder. Where the ball had momentarily been, there was now a man. He was wearing a dark brown trench-coat, a dark brown short-brimmed fedora, and a potato-hued mask with many brown spots covered his face. There seemed to be no pattern to the spots. In fact, as she stared at them , she realized that they were moving across the surface of the mask.
The man seemed to look at her (she couldn’t be sure because she couldn’t see his eyes through the mask but she was there so what else could he want to look at), then turned his head as if to survey his surroundings. “Hrm,” he muttered. Bela began to ask him who he was and if he wanted to adore her too, when the man began speaking aloud to himself.
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What Would YOU LIke to Talk About, Vol. 1
I figure every so often I”ll just toss out a general “anything goes” topic. Anything you want to discuss, feel free to throw it out there. You may want to try for stuff that isn’t being covered elsewhere. Anything topical, anything that’s caught your interest and you want to bring up, go right ahead.
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UPDATED: Okay, this isn’t actually going the way I thought it would. This wasn’t intended to be an “ask me questions” thing. I figured it to be more along the lines of, “Here’s something that’s bugging me at the moment or that I’d like to speak out about” space. If I’d intended it to be, “Ask me about things,” then I would have called it that. I didn’t want this space to be about me; I wanted it to be all about you guys.
Bill Clinton Gets Two Journalists Out of North Korea.
So now the only question is: How will the Usual Suspects try to spin this so that it’s a negative for Clinton and/or Obama?
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STASH WEDNESDAY – August 5
Issue #2 of “Fallen Angel: Reborn” is out this week. Plus there are probably a few other titles coming out as well.
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This Just In from the Dumb-ass Idea Department…
It is my practice not to decry movies before they’re on the screen. Particularly if they’ve just been announced, as Variety has just done with a new film about the life of P.T. Barnum. It’s slated to star Hugh Jackman and–it was announced–it’s a musical! Which I was fine with until the article said:
“Pic will have a contemporary musical score, and the studio is in talks with British singer-songwriter Mika to write music and lyrics.”
Good lord, why? There is a stupendous musical about Barnum called–wait for it–“Barnum.” In its original Broadway incarnation, it starred Jim Dale and Glenn Close. They’d have to tinker with the book to make it work as a film, but the songs are fantastic. It’s like saying, “We’ve decided to make a film focusing on the life of the Wicked Witch of the West and we’re going to Elton John to have him write a score.”
There’s a video version of it starring the Phantom of the Opera himself, MIchael Crawford, if you want to scrounge around a bit.
What a dumb-ášš waste of a great score to commission something completely new.
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