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If Cosmos is a show that exists in the Marvel Universe, who hosts it, and how much longer does it have to be to cover all the time travel, mutations, alternate dimensions, and extant mythological gods?

postcardsfromspace:

In the Marvel Universe, as in this one, Cosmos would be science-driven, focused on finding our place in the observable universe; although the nature of the universe and the tools for that observation would obviously be radically expanded in the 616.

I assume it would still be hosted by Neil deGrasse Tyson, although there’d probably also be a weirdly nationalistic and belligerent Latverian version hosted by Dr. Doom.

Neil deGrasse Tyson is a DC Comics character, sadly.

I’d want Norrin Radd to host it, and instead of the CGI spaceship, he’s actually on his surfboard.

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Did you manage to get any good stuff at the con? Or were you too busy being beset by ginger, mouth-breathing nerds who wanted to talk to you about Rush for like ever?

No, no, no: Ian has BLACK hair (Sorry, Ian; some jokes, I can’t resist).

I only brought home four things from the con, all of which were good: A back issue of Oni’s Letter 44 that I’d inexplicably missed, the second issue of Caleb Goellner and Buster Moody’s Task Force Rad Squad, postcardsfromspace’s buttplug zine and Lucy Bellwood’s Grand Adventure.

I went back issue bin diving, but my appetite was lowered by the Marvel Unlimited app making so many Marvel books available for cheap and the surprisingly high cost of a lot of books I’d want to get otherwise (I’m sure I missed out on a pile of bargains elsewhere, but I didn’t see anything that drove me wild). I suck at comic cons.

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High school satires don’t run much darker or more delicious than the 1988 film Heathers, which complicated its Mean Girls social dynamics with murder and suicide. As the heroine, Veronica Sawyer, mordantly observes: “My teenage angst bullshit has a body count.”

Now at New World Stages, composer-lyricists Kevin Murphy and Laurence O’Keefe have adapted Daniel Waters’ screenplay into a new musical, amplifying its cheerful vulgarity while softening its social critique, replacing black comedy with candy-colored camp.

They made Heathers into a musical? That sounds like a singularly bad idea, or at least one that suggests a distinct misunderstanding of either (a) the movie, (b) the demands of musical theater or © both of the above.
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I don’t really believe in Writer’s Block. There’s no need for a special magical term for something. That’s writers being typically self-glorifying even-in-their-self-hatred fuckheads, trying to separate what they do from the rest of existence. Distrust writers who think there’s something other about what they do. Magical, yes. But magic is work, magic isn’t other, magic is life and do not bullshit people even when telling them attractive lies.

I was writing the essay for Uber 12, and this paragraph pops out, and I think it’s worth putting up here, outside of context. (via kierongillen)

YES, THIS.

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The Journalism Business

The Journalism Business

dynamofire:

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Lauren and I were having lunch the other day and as usual, I was bitching about one of my favorite bitching topics: the fact that, as an independent journalist, I have no coworkers, and that even if I were to get hired somewhere and obtain said coworker environment, there would be little…

This is a must-read, and not just because things of this nature have been on my mind since talking to Cory Casoni this weekend.