"You don't wear your strongest influences like a shirt, something you take on and off as you like. You wear those influences like your skin. For me, Ray Bradbury is that way. From the time I was twelve to the time I was twenty-two, I read every Bradbury novel and hundreds of Bradbury short stories, many of them two and three times. Teachers came and went; friends ran hot and cold; Bradbury, though, was always there, like Arthur Conan Doyle, like my bedroom, like my parents. When I ruminate about October, or ghosts, or masks, or faithful dogs, or children and their childish frightening games, every thought I have is colored by what I learned about these things from reading Ray Bradbury. One of Bradbury's most famous collections is The Illustrated Man, which features a man tattooed with a countless number of Ray's stories, a man who walks through life carrying all those stories on his back. I relate." -- Joe Hill
( Story under the cut... )
Cap Hill Pride, Seattle, 2017-06-24, Brought To You By T-Mobile; 7646
© Bill Pusztai 2017
An interesting couple of hours at Cap Hill Pride (Seattle) this year. Often recently Prides have left me feeling .. meh, why bother? but this year was different. Perhaps it's the political climate. Perhaps it's my internal weather.
I was reminded, after many years of not experiencing it, of that feeling of being an embarrassment to one's acquaintances who are concerned with looking normal/safe for the benefit of their heterosexual associates or family. That feeling of being too gay or too far out there or just too weird. Or maybe not rich, or pretty, or well-enough-connected. I spent most of my 20s and 30s there, how could I have forgotten this? And I was suddenly attuned to all the people at Pride who were walking around with that wariness about them. Gay Shame Day.
Oh yeah, that's why I make the kind of art I make. I've been going through a period of why do I even do this? and this afternoon that flipped like a switch. Suddenly my head is crowded with ideas I want to try out.
And the moment that spoke the loudest to me was the angry, loud, antiaesthetic lesbian punk band. Yup. I'm feeling that. <3 <3 <3.
Last time, petty crook Parker Robbins kicked the crap out of a Hydra recruiter, shot a demony-looking character in the midst of a break-in, and discovered the boots he stole from its corpse allowed him the power of flight.
Trigger warnings for racism, sexist language, gore, and a reference to rape.( Read more... )
It’s explicitly a book about fading Empire. M16’s roots are in World War 2, and the core of the plot reaches back to there. What is Britain’s place in the world now? What does being British even mean? In a real way, it is a post-Brexit Bond. -- Kieron Gillen
( Read more... )
Since Foolkiller ended with the implication Frank Castle was about to shoot The Hood, and the general consensus was "good riddance", I thought I'd take us all back to a time before Parker Robbins was a lame magic Kingpin wannabe, with the MAX series that first introduced him, written by a pre-Runaways and Y: The Last Man Brian K. Vaughn and drawn by Kyle Hotz.
Trigger warning for racism and sexist language.( Read more... )
"We wondered if he thought a planet full of women could ultimately rebuild society and sustain itself once again. Vaughan was surprisingly optimistic on that front. "Yes, I do think it could. There were a lot of people early on in the first year who complained, "Wow, this is such a misogynistic book to say that, because the men died, the women can't get the electricity running all over the world and the airports up and running again." I think that's an extremely complex, extremely difficult thing to deal with. When three billion people die, I don't care what their sex was, that's an incredibly difficult thing to come back from. I will say that the world would be better off than if it were just the men left. I think that would be an even more dire situation. I think there is hope for the planet."
( Read more... )
"I'd read the two BROTHER POWER THE GEEK comics as a small boy, and thought they were seriously weird. Rereading them as an adult they were still seriously weird, and funny, and touched with a sad, strange nostalgia. I'd been reading some Ken Kesey, and somehow the idea of Brother Power as a final remnant of flower power began to possess me. 'At least you didn't bring back Prez,' said my friends, relieved. Little did they know."
--Neil Gaiman, Midnight Days
Mild gore on one page.
( 'Like where did the beeeautiful people go?' )