Let’s be real
My schedule didn’t allow for me to post a special double-sized 100th anniversary post on the Solstice, and it’s unlikely I’ll be able to get a real post up before Christmas, since I’ll be on the road tomorrow, and really should be packing and wrapping presents right now. I’m a bad blogger, but then I’d rather be remembered for my comics writing than for my writing about comics, dig?
I’d like to wish a merry Christmas to everyone out there. Don’t see a big deal in it. Christmas has been a secularized holiday for a long time, and wasn’t anything more than a shot at pulling pagans into the fold by putting The Big Day right next to the old Saturnalia celebrations. I don’t have time to list them all here, but maybe if I time this right. Deep breath.
Merry Christmas to Graeme, Heidi, Jeff, Ed, Marc, Joseph, Steve, Luis and Estudio Haus, Layman, Mr. Beaucoup, Dave Longbox, Josh, Guy, I Love Comics, Hannibal (who’ll probably punch me for doing so), Mikester, Dorian, John Grotesqueanatomy, Dan Slott and Grant Morrison who are the only writers who understand why I still read superhero comics, All the lovely folks who’ve reviewed and said nice things about Strangeways, Fábio and Gabriel, Uncle Lar, James and the Isotope crew, Joe Keatinge, Johanna, Shawn, everyone else I’ve forgotten, and you, the anonymous reader who never leaves a comment, but your IP address is mine all mine…
Maybe next year I’ll be able to do individual cards, but that ain’t happening this year.
May the new year find you all well and successful in your fields of choice, whether that’s being outraged by what’s going on in comics or making up stuff to outrage those people. And who knows, maybe I’ll even have a book out by this time next year.
Take care, all.