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Archive for December, 2007

The Lesson of Greed

Releasing a comic in the window between Christmas and New Year’s is always met with a resounding, even deafening, silence. Not like people have other things to do than hit their LCS, after all.

But with that in mind, a little reminder that Crime Bible #3 came out on Thursday here in the U.S., with art by Matthew Clark, and another gorgeous Page 1 courtesy of mercuryeric and Steve Lieber.

Cover to the issue, again by Van Fleet, behind the cut.

Atomic Batteries to Power

Back from the California Adventure, which consisted of three days in Fresno with Jen’s family. Came back home a couple days ago to an empty house, as she and the kids stayed to linger with her father, sister, and her sister’s kids. Christmas is not my holiday, and while I appreciate elements of the pageantry, and can enjoy a well-decorated Christmas tree as much as the next bloke, it still remains very much Not My Holiday.

But all that’s beside the point at the moment. Quiet house means I get to do what I want, when I want, how I want (what the late Spalding Gray would’ve referred to as a “naughty treat”). This has mostly manifested in alternately writing and catching up on the Netflix pile that’s been sitting and waiting for the last three months, which should tell you just about everything you need to know about my schedule. Watched Owning Mahowny, Ratatouille, and the last of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. Enjoyed them in pretty much reverse order, there, from least to most. Really thought Ratatouille was lovely, and it hit my mushy buttons pretty well in that patented Disney-can-make-you-cry-in-the-first-five-minutes-if-we-want-to fashion.

Owning Mahowny was great, and if you’re interested in such unsolicited recommendations, here’s mine — see it. Philip Seymour Hoffman is fantastic. I’ve quite liked him in the little that I’ve seen of him before, but this one sealed the deal — the man kicks ass. Now I’m looking forward to Charlie Wilson’s War even more than I was before.

Got another one or two I’d like to watch today, but we’ll see. I’m in the last 24 hours, here, and I suppose I should use the time to nail down as much of the next issue of Stumptown as possible, as the current fire on Checkmate is out, for the moment. More news on that front in the next couple weeks, I expect.

Vroom Vroom!

Appropos of nothing, seriously, and I totally understand the invasion of privacy issue, I get that, I really do.

But, dude…you had the words “hot rod” tattooed on your penis.

So saying you’re “…violated, betrayed, and disgusted….” That, as my parents would say, that’s chutzpah.

Outbreak breakout

So here’s a hell of an idea for a story.

Not as sexy as ebola Zaire, perhaps, but, y’know, treatment-resistant TB, that’s still pretty cool, in a you-will-die-miserably-and-take-a-lot-of-people-with-you way.

Typing Disease

I’m on record about this in so many places at this point it’s not funny, but still I manage to forget it.

Writing is not a vocation, in my opinion. Writing is an illness. It’s an addiction. It’s either something you must do, or it’s something that you can do without.

For me, it’s something I must do, and I know this, and yet I can still manage to put myself into a place where the one thing I’m not doing is writing, and thus I make myself depressed and cranky and lethargic and generally no fun to be around, and it isn’t until I actually sit down and WRITE again that the gray miasma dissipates and I return, in some form, to my sane, typing addicted self.

Which is to say, I have written, and it may or may not be good written, but it IS written, and I am, for the moment, happy.

And Geekycheeky Takes The Lead!

At $227.50!

Whoever you are, o ye with a very geek-chic handle, you have done a good deed, indeed.

Tick Tick Tick

Four hours, 30 minutes left.

And, uh…that thing about the adult content filtering? I think I did that myself, when I was fiddling with the new theme.


Back to scribbling.

Not Nearly Enough, But Better Than Nothing

Yeah, it’s this story again.

But now King Abdullah has “pardoned” the survivor for being alone with the man she was with, who was also raped.

*sarcasm switch set: maximum* I’m particularly delighted by the last paragraph: “The woman’s companion was sentenced to 90 lashes. It is not known if his sentence was also lifted.” That one’s just a close second to my favorite, paragraph four, “Press reports say King Abdullah’s move did not mean the sentence was wrong.” *sarcasm switch set: off*

Between that and this little development in the Blackwater USA story, this week is off to a bang up start.

Auction and Other Updates

The Montoya Journal has just over a day left to go on eBay, and last I checked, had climbed to $177.50. All you snipers out there might want to stand ready. As stated before, all proceeds from the auction go to The Hero Initiative.

And yes, that IS a lot of money, but then again, it’s for a very good cause.

On the Other Updates front, work continues apace, or, at the least, is beginning to do so with something resembling a pace, which is a grand improvement. There’ve been several bumps the past week, and the next week will be very telling as a result, and may cast the die for several future works upcoming. Yes, that’s vague, I know.

Online Chat Tonight!!!

I’m doing an online chat tonight at 5pm PST, ostensibly to talk about Logan’s Shadow, but I suspect comics-related subjects will inevitably arise, as well. And, as I’d hate to do a chat where nobody came (mall bookstore signings, anyone?), if any of y’all is free and wants to chime in, your participations would be most welcome.

If you’re interested, you should go here to register for the chat. I’ll be doing my own typing, so you’ll get unfiltered Rucka (well, somewhat filtered, I think there’s a profanity prohibition).