Warren Ellis and Bryan Hitch are reteaming for ‘Batman’s Grave’ and I really need to get back into comics
I’ve been feeling the itch, lately! The itch to read comics on the regular. And, if that itch wasn’t already flaring, this news certainly gets it going. Warren Ellis and Bryan Hitch are teaming-up once again, this time for Batman’s Grave.
Netflix reveals ‘Castlevania’ season 2 ain’t dropping until October. The wait to mirk Dracula lengthens
Man! Not only was the first season of Castlevania short as fuck, but the wait for the second season is equally as long.
Jesus Christ, yes. Warren Ellis is writing this shit, in tandem with minds behind Adventure Time. If this doesn’t get your juices going, I don’t know. Check your glands, they’re fucked.
“Let’s keep things in perspective – it was an easy winter.”
He thought of the foals they’d lost. Breathing labored and desperate. Eyelids too gummed up to open. Hot blood draining into cold snow.
He thought of the job they’d botched. Hyperdrive malfunctioning in subzero. Automatons screaming in death throes. Too few minerals for too many men to two-time `em all.
He thought of what this life’d cost. The honor. The glory. The woman.
“Easy winter? Hombre, there ain’t no such thing.”
Welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE! This is the spot for sharin’ our survival tactics, the showcasin’ of wares we’ll be relyin’ upon to survive the workweek. `Cause it’s lookin’ bad out there, folks, so if we’re goin’ to keep the gaspipes from our lips, well, then we’re goin’ to need something to keep us gaspin’ for oxygen!
I’ll start this rock’n’roll dance-off!
I, for one, am completely down with the idea of a “super violent” Castlevania animated series. I mean, Warren fucking Ellis is producing it. How about you?
Hey! Desktop Thursdays! Where I show you my goddamn worlds — populated by goddamn madness, beauty, reluctance, pensiveness, and really just a panoply of garbage!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I skipped last week. Sue me! I have a very good attorney, and though he specializes in Bird Law, I think he can probably do me right.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I’m over-caffeinated and ready. Oh, so ready. To rock! Here are views from across my existence the past two weeks. My worlds done tangible, done intangible, done textual. All of them, for your pleasure. I hope. Oh, I hope. You’ll share your own world(s) in the comments section!
It’s the Weekend Open Bar, man. Come, come join me. But for Space’s Sake, slam that hatch closed tight. It’s cold out there, in Cosmoblivion. Yes, yes indeed. Cold out there, but warm in here. At the Open Bar. Familiar fellows who frequent these grounds know the drill. They’re already perched atop their favorite stool, ready to rock.
For those not familiar, for those just embarking on the Space-Ship Omega, I’ll help you out. Throw you a Martian Ale, or prep-up the mind-gun with the finest of Jovian dust. Introduce you to the rest of the gang. Introduce you to what this here Open Bar is all about.
Warren Ellis is helping DC revive the Wildstorm imprint, which they never should have fucking canned. IMO, IMO. I’m stoked! Goddamn stoked. Yeah, this is weak copy. I’m tired. But excited. Excitired.
Eh! What a fucking stupid article title. But here we are, here we are. No time for being clever when a column is three days late. No time for pretending to be clever, when you’re actually not clever. Buy These Flippin’ Comics! The weekly injection of my poor taste, my poor writing, my poor self into your comic book buying diet! ##SelfFlagellation. Missed a week. Then stuttered three days. But I haven’t been completely idle, oh, no! I haven’t. In fact, most of my free time lately has been spent mainlining comic books. Stumbling around, freshly woken from my comic books slumber. A year’s worth of comic books unread is hard to rally back from. Stumbling around, frosted Pepsi Max biscuits hanging from my beard. Reading title after title after title, crossing out the backlog of some of my favorite series. Stumbling around, feeling the walls, trying to grow accustomed to the comic book world as it is.
It feels good, man. Awash in the world of sequential artwork.
It feels overwhelming, man. Awash in the backlog of the world of sequential artwork.
Ellis and Hamner have already seen Red adapted on the big screen. Now the duo shall watch as their work is taken to the, uh, small screen? Heycoolwhateverandall, but how can they possibly replace Helen Mirren?