* Tom Spurgeon enjoyed the San Diego Comic-Con as a comics show after all. “[T]he comics programming was solid to superb, [and there] was a ton of publishing news to report if you actually reported that news instead of writing another article about lack of coverage.” Hahahaha!
* Today on Robot 6: Tom Brevoort shittalks Robert Kirkman.
* Every page of Ron Rege Jr.’s masterpiece Skibber Bee-Bye is now available for purchase. (Via Jordan Crane.)
* Here’s a fine piece on Harold Ramis’s Groundhog Day by Timothy Sun at Not Coming to a Theater Near You.
* No one wants to pay for art anymore.
* Marvel characters as Mega Man characters? Sure, I’ll eat it. Click here for full size. (Via Ryan Penagos.)
* I’m saving this for last because that’s how much I love it: You ever read a sentence where you can actually feel it opening a door of perception in your head once you hit the final punctuation mark? Like, you involuntarily picture a door swinging open inside your brain and everything? That’s what the final sentence of this Zak Smith post on Bronze Age comics and fantastical fiction did for me. On the way to that sentence there are plenty of gems like this one:
If you are a good person, you, too, hate the following thing:
There’s Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland or At The Mountains of Madness or some other piece of inspired mania. And then there’s some fuck. This fuck is an academic–and the fuck takes it and explains what it is about and that it is not really about shrinking mushrooms or secrets beyond human ken buried in the Antarctic but is actually about sexism, racism, classism, where the author’s mom touched him/her, the political situation in the english-speaking world when the thing was written, et cetera.
Now readers of this blog will know I have no problem with a little deconstruction here and there between friends–what I mean here is the wholesale reduction of everything in the work to just a mask for some other and more easily understood drama that sets what one of my teachers used to call the “demon of allegory” loose to drain it all of its enigma and poetry and lunatic majesty.
I think I speak on behalf of everyone who’s ever read a complimentary review of a horror movie by a mainstream-media movie critic when I say, “Afuckingmen.” But I promise you don’t know where the post is going from that quote alone.