Stop Feeding It After Midnight!
Too much. Too, too much. You walk off for a few months, you come back, and they’ve bred all over the living room floor.
I’m talking about my comic universes, held in the cosmos of my heart since I was about eight years old. I can understand all this multiplication in the capitalistic terms it deserves…but is the writing suffering? Is the art down? Are we venturing towards yet another era of Youngblood? I shudder.
Consider the facts. Comic books are doing very, very well. I don’t think there’s been a better time to be into comic books than perhaps the Golden Age. While issues might not be selling by the millions, they are definitely more readily available than once upon a time. Digital comics, bookstores offering graphic novels. Marvel was bought by Disney. The Dark Knight did very, very well indeed. Iron Man was a surprise hit, prompting studio bigwigs to get excited about the fact a best-selling idea can come from just about anywhere. Read the rest of this entry →
(Wolfsbane) into the studio and drill her on the true identity of her baby daddy. Next up, Damien Wayne (Robin) stops by to show the queers what’s what with the Joker.