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Ian Churchill is the hottest artist in town! Rob Liefeld is BACK, baby! Variant covers and big events! People are buying multiple copies of NUMBER ONE issues!
In short: Comics are sucky again, nineties style! Nerd collectors are checking the spines on all their new books, making sure that CABLE AND DEADPOOL is in NM condition. Things are shitty, and no one learned a lesson from the bursting bubble of the nineties.
I blame the editors. It's about that time when people who grew up in the early nineties beating off to X-FORCE are now editing these books. They had no tase or sense then, and nothing has changed today..
Maybe if we all wish really hard, Godzilla will come and destroy comics once and for all. This shit makes my heart hurt. I can't share my hobby with nerds who think GREEN LANTERN REBIRTH is quality, or asshole collectors that bag and board COMIC SHOP NEWS. My wee heart can't handle it.
Please, Godzilla. Please come and wipe the slate clean.
Please?
posted by Alex! at 8:06 AM
2 Love Letters:
I miss Milligan and Allred on X-Force. For a second there, I was optimistic about Marvel.
6:19 PM
The famous Thompson quote seems oddly applicable for the Marvel of a few years ago, the Marvel where Quesada and Jemas were trying anything and everything, and letting damned talented people do their thing.
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Fransisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning...
And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
6:39 PM
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