On a long needed vacation. It’s an odd feeling to not be completely overrun and exhausted. I have three scripts due so I hope I don’t get too used to it.
Back home on Friday and then we move from San Francisco to Portland. Look forward to the change.
WHAT IF? X-MEN AGE OF APOCALYPSE
Written by: RICK REMENDER
Penciled by: DAVE WILKINS
Cover by: MARKO DJURJEVIC
What if Legion killed Magneto and Xavier? With no leader to create any incarnation of X-Men to resist the onslaught of Apocalypse, the new world is a horrific finalized vision of Apocalypse’s dream. On the dawn of the twenty-year anniversary of the murders of Magneto and Xavier, we follow a small group consisting of Earth’s remaining heroes, led by Nate Summers as they stage a final offensive in an attempt to escape this twisted reality altogether.
32 PGS./Rated T+ …$2.99
Nick Stakal’s cover for the third Strange Girl trade–
Michael Cho gears up for his Fear Agent one-shot–
Jerome Opena, you magnificent bastard!
I just finished the final page to the Last Christmas. 113 pages and three covers later, I’m done. I’m not going to pencil anything for a long time, it’s too much work. Proud of the book over all, now it’s in Hilary Barta’s hands and the deadline looms… 🙂
I was going to use the pap below as the legal mumbo-jumbo at the bottom of my emails. I never did though, it looked a bit messy down there and I’m sort of a little bitch of neatness. Anyway here it is—-
The information in this email is confidential and may be used to confuse and bewilder. It is intended solely for the addressee or the ghost of Nipsy Russel. Access to this email by anyone else is unauthorized by the big face on the spinning pole in TRON, I think it was called CPU or something, I dunno, look it up. Any unauthorized dissemination (look this up as well), distribution and/or copying of this communication, any attachments, and/or the information contained herein is strictly prohibited but I’m not entirely sure by who… Let’s say the NSA will be really unhappy with you and record you having phone sex and send a copy to everyone you work with as a reminder. This is intended also as a legal and binding document between the sender and the receiver that once read entitles the sender to a hot turkey dinner at the expense of the receiver with payment due upon request of the sender as long as the sender notifies the receiver he would like his hot turkey dinner within, say… An hour.
Welcome to my new website.
My new website loves you unconditionally. When you sit in that lazy-boy recliner of yours cooking cocktail wieners in the easy-bake oven you stole from that yard sale and you catch a glimpse of yourself in the sliding glass door that leads to your “hobo grave yard” and you wonder how you became such an ugly and horrible person– don’t sweat it too much, my website still loves you.
My new website will always be here for you no matter what.
Go ahead, let yourself slide. Get as fat as you want. Forget to shower for a month. Brush your teeth with country gravy. Be the putrid sack of shit you’ve always dreamed of becoming– my website doesn’t mind. It’ll still party on you till the break-a-break-a dawn.
Grow a weak little mustache and change your name to Renaldo Rumtugger Mclongtooth the III– do it, see if my new site gives two shits.
It loves you for who you are and what you will one day become.