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As already stated, any publishers, friends, artistic collaborators or other close associates of Grant Morrison or Laura Sneddon should not approach me in future. Further to this, any periodicals or institutions which publish or have published interviews with Grant Morrison should similarly not attempt to contact me. To be brutally honest, I’d prefer it if, as with the Before Watchmen re-creators, their associates and their readers, admirers of Grant Morrison’s work would please stop reading mine, as I don’t think it fair that my respect and affection for my own readership should be compromised in any way by people that I largely believe to be shallow and undiscriminating.

It’s wrong that I find this quite as funny as I do, right?

(It’s an Alan Moore quote, from here.)

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Writer Notes: Young Avengers Influences

kierongillen:

I mentioned this in the letters page for the last issue, so thought I better get this written first. Basically, what follows is a list of comics that was going through my head when thinking about Young Avengers. Some are easily predictable, some a little more obscure. And this is off the top of my head, so I’m almost certainly missing something. May edit it later. They’re all excellent work. If you liked our Young Avengers, you’ll almost certainly love these.

No spoilers for any of the books either.

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It’s as if Kieron came up with a list of some of my favorite comics. No wonder I enjoyed Young Avengers so much.

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Just Imagine.

I just realized that Warner Bros and DC are most likely going to debut images/footage of Ben Affleck and Gal Gadot as Batman and Wonder Woman at this year’s Comic-Con. It’s a no-brainer – some footage will be available by then (The movie reportedly starts production later this month), and its the one thing that people really, REALLY want to see. What could compare, outside if new Star Wars footage, in terms of impact?

Of course, realizing this makes me feel anxious about SDCC2014 already, six months ahead of time. This year is going to be nuts, isn’t it?

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It was nothing but a guess – pure speculation and my opinion – and nothing more. Now, many outlets have picked up the “story” and have run it as either me claiming it to be fact or me claiming it’s “inside info/rumor.”

BULLSH*T! I get that people are anxious for BvS news, but this was ridiculous!

The man behind yesterday’s ridiculous “What if all of Wonder Woman’s Amazon’s race were actually Kryptonians like Superman?” rumor tells the Internet that they should be able to recognize rumor when they see it.

The online reaction to this story was fascinating and depressing – it essentially amounted to “Of course I don’t believe it but I can IMAGINE it being done, so I’ll get mad anyway as if it HAD been done!” which is crazy making, to put it mildly.

2013 felt like a year when fan entitlement in response to things published/filmed/etc. became an accepted, even planned-upon part of mainstream conversation. Will 2014 be the year when we see entitlement based entirely on misunderstandings and preconceptions follow suit?

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A brutal account of the execution of North Korean leader Kim Jong Un’s uncle by a pack of starved dogs made a splash in international media last week, but appears to be too outlandish to be true.

Reuters reported Monday that the account apparently has its roots in a satirical post on a Twitter-like Chinese website.

From here.

Oh, Internet. You so crazy.

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Housecleaning

Apparently, I’m near my limit for disk use on the site, and it may be because of a strange glitch with image uploads. I’m trying to clean it up behind the scenes, but if things suddenly go a bit awry… Well, I’m sorry, I’ll have made a terrible, terrible error. Hopefully, all will go relatively well and I’ll be back to posting here again soon(ish).

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Once There Was A Way To Get Back Homewards

I used to be particularly nostalgic; it was something that drove Kate mad when we first met, that I’d just expound on younger days when I had more hair as if they possessed some special magic that would explain everything, some weird and wonderful truth about the way the world — or, at least, I — worked. And then, somehow, I stopped. I’m not sure how or why, but it was as if I lost my affection for everything that had come before, and started living in the now, as someone somewhere would call it.

This all came back to me this weekend, when I had a dream in which I found photographs of people I’d gone to art school with, two decades ago now. My reaction in the dream is still oddly fresh in my mind — an affection, tempered with this feeling of I haven’t even thought about these people in forever. That’s not actually true, though; I think about them these days, but it’s in a contemporary, what-are-they-up-to-now way from seeing their posts on Facebook or Twitter or whatever. Instead of being all swallowed up by “THOSE WERE THE DAYS” garment-wrenching, it’s a “Ah, they’re the greatest, what times we had” thing.

I don’t know; it’s tough to explain. The me I was then feels like an entirely different person, now. It’s harder to want to be them again, now that I’ve realized just how ridiculous, uncertain and annoying I was from the viewpoint I have these days, I guess.