News

Hmm, news. Don’t know what to make of it anymore. Used to be you’d glance at a paper on the stands, raise an eyebrow. Now it’s all modems. The weather…

“Hey everybody! Are you ready to talk about comics this week?!” The festival crowd masses forward and launches an enormous wooden plank directly at my head. I see Iron Man inside the sky.

The other week I learned my four-year old nephew has begun making little zines… laughing in genetic destiny.

Atop a hill enveloped in a blazing sunset, the children play.

I can’t believe I have to set foot in a church this weekend after looking at those Squeak the Mouse pages… but I have faith. Faith that these links will purify this fallen world!

You got it, Swee’Pea – it’s the untouchable report from the world.

There is no news today; instead, this post is a map to hidden treasure. Ha ha, April Fool’s! The treasure is inside all of us who share in the miracle of hyperlinks.

Reticence is nothing to the flying hand of news, and here is where it is caught.

Great news, I just won the Paresseux d’Or at Angoulême for best marginal contribution to a column about comic books! I’d like to thank Clark, Gary Groth, the ghost of Coulton Waugh, and all the teachers who did not wake me in homeroom. Grazie, amici!!

While many seek to feed the beast, we endeavor to nourish your mind.

The news is so treacherous right now. I’m thinking of becoming one of those people who responds to every story, regardless of topic, with “This is a god damned shame!” But you know what’s the opposite of “a shame”? The link above, friend.

Why? Because you are called.

Rocket elevator to information city, baby!

News is the only word for what we have here. News, and success. I mean the successful appearance of news, not news of success – that would be unusual.

Lawsuits! Lawsuits! None of you are without sin!!

Little do those fools know that this column of links is on the official curriculum… of everyone’s heart!

Those three little words we all long to hear: “It’s not NFTs.” And three more: “Friday link blog!”

I’ve been keeping a journal of inspiring phrases that pop into my head at night to use in this space. Last night I came up with “Reticence is Nothing to the Flying Man.” Is that any good? The rest were dirty.

No— no, I’m glad about the first snowfall of the season. More time to read the links, right? Ha ha, no, it’ll melt, I’ll just let it…

My god, the madmen did it… they’ve closed TCJ! For this year, that is…

Wow, there really is only one more week ‘till Christmas. I ought to buy edible gifts tomorrow; there’s probably still food left… you know what’s REALLY nourishing, though?