Crazy White Devil
Crazy White Devil for Robert Craig Knievel, Jr. (1938-2007) Long before Christopher Reeve and R. Kelly, we believed a man could fly if he was daring enough, and crazy enough, to risk the inevitable crash landing. “America’s Legendary Daredevil”, Evel Knievel was both, a brazen boiler room broker arguably a bit more crazy than daring,
Sometimes, absence makes the heart go wander…
[x-posted from PopCultureShock] What happens when the “maybe we just need a little space” trial separation makes you realize you’re actually happier apart and have no interest in getting back together? Well, if you’re me and writing about and reviewing comics on a semi-regular basis is what you needed a break from, you stall one
On the 89th Day, I Quit
ON THE 89th DAY, I QUIT I do not believe in fate or destiny or God’s will or man’s good intentions. Give me the capricious gods instead, Dow Jones, Starbucks, Dick Cheney so I at least know that where I stand on this stacked deck is arbitrary. I believe I am destined for greatness, if
Party Like A Rock Star
Party Like A Rock Star He heard the music most of us tune out without realizing, marched to a beat mere mortals couldn’t comprehend. A rock star, literally, Peter of the Earth conducted life-giving electricity through those he loved and strangers alike, in random bars and nightclubs and open mics and windswept beaches in the
Old New York Love Story
Old New York Love Story I like the vibe in this place The bartender, my mother-in-law if she were a bartender, dresses for the crowd in a shiny black bustier and tight black polyester capris long copper-dyed hair pulled back into a poofy ponytail she flirts like Pollock attacking a canvas, seemingly random until the
Short-short #2: Establishing Shot
The café is small and non-descript, on the first floor of a faux brownstone in the faceless part of Greenwich Village. A railroad space with access to the backyard, also small, where an old greenhouse roof with most of the roof panels missing, offers a quiet refuge from the outside world. The cuisine is South
Reunion (2nd Draft)
First draft here, this is the edited version I read on the open mic last night. Felt like a total newbie — it’s not at all like riding a bike! — but it was very satisfying once I stepped off the stage. I wouldn’t call it a comeback, necessarily, but it certainly won’t be the
Bittersweet
The following is very loosely based on an Oulipo writing exercise, via my friend Oscar, in anticipation of my hitting the Open Mic on Monday with something new for the first time in a couple years. “Very loosely” meaning I went with the general concept of the exercise he gave me and rolled with it
Hater Blog: Levitz or Quesada?
Dick Hyacinth of the entertaining guilty pleasure and recent addition to the Blogs of Note, Dick Hates Your Blog, has been running a series of “Hate Polls”, pitting the likes of Mark Millar, Geoff Johns, Brad Meltzer and Joe Quesada against each other for the title of Most Hated in Comics. Last week, after Quesada
NY Comic Con: T-Minus 2 Days
I haven’t been nearly as enthuastic about this year’s NY Comic Con as I was about last year’s, but that’s primarily because last year’s was so exhausting, my level of direct participation this year is drastically reduced, and I stupidly scheduled some minor surgery for tomorrow without realizing it was the day before the Con.