Roger Ebert has passed away today, succumbing to that sumbitch cancer. As a youth, he was the one film critic that I often looked to for reviews. Homeboy could sway my opinion like no one else. While I haven’t followed him closely as of late, that doesn’t lessen the raging bummer that is this news.
Real talk. I didn’t know about Aaron Swartz before today, but even a cursory examination of his life casts the dude as pretty cool. Swartz didn’t just co-found Reddit. In an act of digital righteousness that cuts close to home, he liberated 4.8 million documents from that gated golden tower of academia, JSTOR. Shine on, dude.
Goddamn! I really hate the fact that Clerks is creeping up on its 20th anniversary. I suppose there will be few more appropriate ways to celebrate my blase and unimpressive existence that Clerks has helped shape so greatly than by catching the epic conclusion to the franchise.
It’s hard to imagine a landscape without Stan Lee. Unfortunately born into a universe bound by laws of mortality, some day the good sir will be sloughing the mortal coil. However, not yet! The good man is recuperating following pacemaker surgery.
Talented as sin Greg Rucka is yet another comic creator no longer wanting to do the work for hire song and dance. They’re dropping like lies, tough I’d be remiss to not also comment on the pantheon of fresh and wonderful blood the Two Beasts have stoked up on lately. To siphon dry.
Michael Clarke Duncan has passed away. Frown.
Tony Scott died today in a reported suicide. Bummer.
Another comic book legend has embraced eternity. Joe Kubert, legend unto himself and father of two of comics’ biggest artists has passed away. So it may go, but it is still a bummer.
Full disclosure: I’m not intimately associated with Mobeius and his work, though my brother and I were even recently expressing a desire to correct this utter lack. I do know that he was tremendously influential, and his ripple-down has infiltrated the work of my more specific heroes.