Month: October 2011

My schedule for New York Comic Con

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I will be set up most of the next three days over in Artists Alley at Table U1. Tragically, neither Bono nor the Edge will be at the adjacent table, although we will have the next best thing: J.K. Woodward. So if you want your “Fallen Angel” or your copy of “The Camelot Papers” signed, now’s the time.

Friday at 1 PM, I’ll be signing at the Marvel booth. At 5 PM I’ll be signing at the Evil Ink table promoting my work with Coheed and Cambria.

Saturday at 11 AM I’m on a panel about Independent publishing, promoting Crazy 8.

Sunday at 3:30 PM I’m on the mutant panel.

See you around.

PAD

Well, apparently the anti-immigration lobby had it right

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We’ve been hearing all this bìŧçhìņg about how we should build walls so that Mexicans couldn’t come flooding into our country and take all the jobs. The left wing counter to this philosophy has always been that the only jobs they’re taking are the ones that Americans didn’t want in the first place.

But now it’s been reported that Iranians wanted to hire assassins to take out the Saudi Arabian ambassador to the US. And who did they endeavor to hire?

Mexicans.

Goddammit, what’s wrong with good old American assassins? Don’t Iranians watch television? Don’t they have the slightest idea of the high caliber (no pun intended) of contract killers we have here in the states? We’ve got wise guys, we’ve got Yakuza. We’ve got street gangs, for crying out loud. We’ve got more bullets flying than JFK has airplanes. And they’re reaching out to a Mexican drug cartel? Really?

That’s just insulting.

PAD

“The Cape Dripped Red” Part V (Conclusion)

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digresssmlOriginally published February 9, 1996, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1160

Previous installments: Part I – Part II – Part III – Part IV

I was staring at the wall.

This entire business had started small with a request by a kid named Billy Gates (who was no relation to some guy that people kept asking me if he was related to) to find out who had taken the fun out of comics.

The trail had led me in a giant circle, going from retailer to speculator to publisher to distributor and back to retailer. Each one pointed the finger of blame at the next. Each one had an answer that passed along responsibility to someone else.

And, in the wake of my investigation, there had been a massive purging of people from one of the major comic book companies. I found myself ankle-deep in devastation.

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Well, at least “The Simpsons” got sorted out

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Disputes over salaries for the actors (with Fox wanting to cut their per episode salary from $400,000 to $250,000 per episode) nearly resulted in the series being axed by Fox.

Candidly, I wasn’t concerned about the fates of the actors. All I could think was that the writers who have kept the series alive for 23 years and put the words into the actors’ mouths get a hëll of a lot less than that, and it would have sucked to see the writers out of work because the actors couldn’t make ends meet on a quarter mill per show. My guess is that even with a pay cut, they make more per single episode than the writers make for entire seasons.

PAD

“The Cape Dripped Red” Part IV

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digresssmlOriginally published February 2, 1996, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1159

I knew better than to roll over the corpse of the Big Boss—or, should I say, what was left of the corpse of the Big Boss. The last thing I needed was to have my fingerprints all over the epidermis of the recently deceased.

But even without getting close, I noticed something straight off.

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The Most Awards 1996

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digresssmlOriginally published January 26, 1996, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1158

Oops. Almost missed an annual tradition here at BID: the utterly unasked-for “Most Awards,” named after the guardian angel of the column—Donny Most, forever known as Ralph Malph of Happy Days. So we’ll get back to the adventures of Ðìçk Cosmic, the Cosmic Ðìçk, next week. (Hey, don’t complain. If this were a comic book, you’d have to wait a whole month instead of just two weeks.) In no particular order, here we go:

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