Get on the hotline to news! 1-900-TCJ-NEWS, $2.00 for the first minute, $0.45 each additional minute.
There’s only one way to resolve the ongoing issues at Warner Bros. I am going to buy Superman and rename him Mr. Toilet.
Whew, it’s too sunny out for news! (A cartoon news imp appears.) “Oh-ho, well then, I will erase all news from the world forever.” Nooo, Mr. News, I didn’t mean it!! “Well, okay…”
If I gave you a gift called news… would you take it?
Sipping hard from a beer garden whisky sour as news approaches from across the parish.
I may not be a knight of arts and letters, but I’d make one hell of a squire of article descriptions. Point me at a windmill!
Save us, news! Throw your light down the halls of ignorance! If I am not linked I have only these walls! Ah! News!
Waking up in a pool of sweat and one word glistens in the thick, humid air: NEWSLINKS.
What if… I GOT TIRED OF NEWS. I drop to the floor. But then I hear your claps, your cheers… I rise to my feet… one hand to my ear…
Ian Thomas offers this brief chat with United Workers of Seven Seas, a group of workers endeavoring to unionize the popular manga-in-English publisher.
It’s vacation season! For you, NOT for the links. Get ready to pour this smoothie of blended information directly into your brain.
Further brief relief from the mind’s ache of the everyday.
Ah, news, the song of– wait, did we get an Eisner nomination? For BEST ARTICLE DESCRIPTIONS?! Oh my gosh, I am so honored! There’s no way Karl Ove Knausgård of ComicBook dot com can beat me!
On the West Coast, comics creators are recharged and attending in-person events again. Christopher Diaz was there to capture candid shots of the Hernandez brothers, R. Kikuo Johnson, Jordan Crane and more for TCJ!
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!!