Do I need to kick you in the stomach...

... to make you read Fell?

It's a comic.
It makes your cop show look like Captain Kangaroo.
It's two freakin' dollars.

Stop being a dummy and go get Fell.

Oh, by the way...

Joel's back.

You may want to wait a couple days to hit their homepage, their server is getting KILLED.

But check out the BoingBoing post in the meantime.

Sometimes you realize:

This world is just too darn full of brilliant people.

This guy is one of him. Seriously, check out his site.

Double DEATH!

Overheard from the next room, where my daughter is playing MarioKart Double Dash (amongst anguished cries from Mario and Princess Peach as they are driven repeatedly off of a cliff):

Daughter: I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

Flight

Spacey Space

NEXT: Comic Book LARPing

I love this.

Another great gift idea.

I KNOW WHAT DADDY'S GETTING!

I've been especially good this year.

Dude.

Check out this dude's Legos.

End this. Now.

Hasn't there been enough suffering?

Son of a...

Ever since this XKCD comic came out, my brain has been rickrolling me about once an hour.

Freakin' freak.

Why does this crap happen to me?

(Update: Currently brainstorming ways to use this to foil the plans of those who hate freedom.)

You Monsters.

Movies that Joss Whedon was going to write, but now we'll never see because of the Writer's Guild strike:

1) The Man With The Golden Thing
2) Seven Brides For Seven Draculas
3) Avenging Benji
4) Don’t Pick At It – Oh God, What’d I Just Say?
5) The Cars That Could Turn Into Robots But No, It’s Different
6) Wonder Woman
7) Cheese For Frieda

Please, Big Hollywood Conglomerates, just give them anything they ask for. We've already lost too much.

This has got to stop.

WWFCND?

THINGS THE PUNISHER WOULD NEVER DO

Excerpt from the next Batman movie:

Batman, Master of Timing

Sorry.

We apologize.

Or, as we say in our house, "Oopsie Poopsie".

No biggy, right? Until it's you they're bundling away.

You're only one or two small coincidences away from unlawful combatant status.

Please, make it stop.

I am completely unable to refrain from scanning my spam folder. There is a worm in my brain that is constantly shouting "What if you miss a message from someone important, and they're just not added to your safelist yet?"

I can't let go.

I can't let go.

Please, let it stop.

Special Update:

I'm in Los Angeles, and I hate it here.

Sorry.

I forgot to exist for the past eleven days.

If I haven't written or called, I'm still around, just busy.

Hope you're all doing well.

It's full of stars...

Amazon just killed everyone.

This is insane. Book publishers, music studios, film studios, comic publishers. I seriously think they all just got killed by the internet.

I want to feel sorry for all those suckers, but it's looking like Amazon just did something right, and did it better than everyone else could have.

Why would I need Diamond distribution anymore if I want to self-publish a graphic novel?

What's going to stop anyone from distributing their own indy film on DVD?

What's going to stop a band from putting their own CD out, and linking to Amazon from their myspace, rather than getting screwed by a label?

POD just got funky.

Compartmentalizing

So, I've been feeling extremely scattershot lately in respect to what I'm working on and what my goals are. I'm all over the place. It's been like that scene in The Great Dictator where Hynkel is going from room to room, posing for paintings, playing piano, approving military inventions, romancing the secretary, running the government, etc.



I'm supposed to be in three different places tonight.

So I've been trying to break everything up, and attack things in chunks. I haven't been entirely successful, but I've been making a little progress. I've got two new scripts underway, I've got some ads out for artists, and a whole pile of ideas that I need to get rid of. Right now it's just an ongoing process of elimination: goal-oriented stuff stays, everything else goes. I'm seriously considering a significant alteration of my web presence.

I'll get it figured out eventually.