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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
Bio
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
Moon Knight is out for this first one. No real organic way of getting him involved at this point in time, and I still have a fair amount of early world building to get through before I'm ready for that anyway.
I forgot about Wonder Woman. I actually liked that one. It was weird to be sure, but it had interesting ideas.
I'd have liked Superman alot better if JMS' dialogue didn't have the subtlety of a freight train. I just don't like that dude's writing post-early 2000's Spider-Man. The concept of Clark trying to figure out what the hell to do with his powers was inspired, though, as was the concept of Jimmy being an older daredevil photo-journalist. And I liked the mildly tweaked costume.
I think if DC had taken a page out of Marvel's book and relegated the New 52 stuff to another, alternate continuity meant to update existing characters that ran alongside the main books, remaining as they were, DC's continuity would be alot less of a mess right now.
As much as I like the two Batman: Earth One books that they put out (along with some Superman and Teen Titans books I didn't really like), that really should've been reserved for any attempt to solely attract new readers. Instead, they made things confusing for both new and old readers.
I would have shot Dan Didio in the face and had his cadaver dragged around DC offices behind my chariot (pulled by Rob Liefield and Scott Lobdell) as a warning to others.
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>