... if I told you I'm writing Star Fox fanfiction again, on Ao3, would you be shocked?

How about if I told you I self published a fantasy novel?

Both those things have happened or are currently happening so uh.

Hi y'all. I'm not dead.

Well, hello there new people.

I'm flying to Boston tomorrow, for Anime Boston, and I'll be at A-Kon following that!

I am GovtHookerCoulson and I will be in a suit and tie! And surrounded by a bunch of adorable derps from the tumblrs.

I'm currently at ANO.

ANO as a plant suffered a grievous industrial accident. No radiological concerns at this time, but it's bad, bad times.

We lost a life. Many more injured.

I'm okay but... yeah. *hangs head

It's not that I needed Superman to be "real," I just needed him to be more real than the Idea of the Bomb that ravaged my dreams. I needn't have worried; Superman was so indefatigable a product of the human imagination, such a perfectly designed emblem of our highest, kindest, wisest, toughest selves, that my Idea of the Bomb had no defense against him. In Superman and his fellow superheroes, modern human beings had brought into being ideas that were invulnerable to all harm, immune to deconstruction, built to outsmart diabolical masterminds, made to confront pure Evil and somehow, against the odds, to always win.
...
We tell our children they're trapped like rats on a doomed, bankrupt, gangster-haunted planet with dwindling resources, with nothing to look forward to but rising sea levels and imminent mass extinctions, then raise a disapproving eyebrow when, in response, they dress in black, cut themselves with razors, starve themselves, gorge themselves, or kill one another.
Traumatized by war footage and disaster clips, spied upon by ubiquitous surveillance cams, threatened by exotic villains who plot from their caverns and subterranean lairs, preyed upon by dark and monumental Gods of Fear, we are being sucked inexorably into Comic Book Reality, with only moments to save the world, as usual.
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Get ready to take off your disguise, prepare to whisper your magic word of transformation, and summon the lightning. It's time to save the world.
~SuperGods by Grant Morrison, from the introduction
I read through this monster of a book over the course of a few days, and let me tell you, it was an experience.
This book is part autobiography, part history lesson, and part acid trip into the mind of a man who has treated his life with superheroes with self-appointed respect and shamanism, like he was sent from the comics world as an ambassador, leading us by the hand through portals of paper.
Grant Morrison frames his life’s story in the history of superhero comics. This book will take you through every comic book age, from the creation of Superman, Batman, and the other famous characters, to their twists and turns and corruptions and phoenix rebirths. He frames his own history and the history of the concerns and worries and dreams of society through the hyper colored lens of the comic book page.
A few things first. This is a MONSTER of a book, over four hundred pages, and it occasionally will wander away from itself. I read voraciously and a few times I got bogged down, particularly around the middle of the Silver Age chapter. And a few times I felt like I needed to rope Grant back from whatever technocolor drug hyped dream world he was lost in and have him explain to me where the shit he was going with this.
But overall, this book was nothing but a treat to read. This is a man that understands US. The fans, the cosplayers, the people who live vicariously through superheroes and their strengths and weaknesses. I came away from this book nothing but monumentally reassured, and strangely introspective of my own life and the heroes I’ve had over the years.
If you will forgive me for getting personal up in a book review, my earliest memory of TV is watching Zorro, black and white, on the Disney channel. Just past that I can remember Batman, the Adam West show, rerunning on godknowswhat channel in Kansas. These were the heroes I framed for myself growing up. Superman always seemed impossible to me. He was TOO good, TOO perfect, he was unbelievable. Batman? Zorro? These characters were just one step off from reality. Believable and honest and real to me. When Batman Animated came around, I was a religious watcher. Come home from school, watch Batman. Mom let me watch a fairly small amount of TV overall and Batman had a permanent spot in that budgeted time allowance. Ninja Turtles? I was all about Raphael.
And now the pattern emerges. I like my heroes dark, snide, willing to work with authority or say fuck authority. So how is it that I was taken under the wing of a character like Phil Coulson, Agent’s Agent, in many ways everything we fear about the government? He’s bent me as much as I’ve bent him.
And the reason I bring this up is simply thus: as you go through this book, you will never feel judged, made fun of, or belittled for your love of your fandom, or superheroes, or muses. In fact, you’ll come away feeling like you’re far from alone. Grant Morrison is one of us. He talks about the characters rebelling, talks about leaving and joining fandoms, and always he’s outside looking in, inside looking out, a man from across the pond staring into the American comic book industry… and it stares back.
And he talks about popping ecstasy and dancing like a stripper at conventions, and his alien abduction, and how the Sekhmet Hypothesis influences us all.
So, that’s awesome then.
I absolutely recommend this book. If nothing else you’ll come away knowing Wonder Woman was created by married shrinks who had a female threesome partner. Which I think explains a lot about Wonder Woman.

In my mind, I have "machines". They are representative of hobbies driven by my creative side. The trick is, they all have a common Drive Wheel. Only one machine can run at a time, and there is a delay between machines running as the Drive Wheel is removed from one machine and moved to another.
Thus, I cannot write and draw in the same time span.

Well, for the longest time, SunSpots was its own machine, a drive all its own. Certainly it had to share the Drive Wheel, but it was there.

I woke up one day last year and the SunSpots machine was gone. A blank spot on my mental floor where it was, the drive disappeared into the night along with it.

I have not found the machine since.

I suppose, for now, that the Sunspots comic came to an end sometime last year. I'm admitting it now in case some of you were still waiting.

Crosis remains an active "muse". He likes to play chess and smoke with Leon Powalski and Phil Coulson.

But whether I will ever get the SunSpots machine back? I have no idea.

I take great pleasure in the fact that my family is impossible to eavesdrop on in a restaurant because of the shit we talk about. Any conversation that includes the phrase "Stapled themselves to the ceiling with control rods" has to be amusing.

The Oatmeal is holding a fundraiser to buy Tesla’s Wardenclyffe Tower ruins, restore what’s possible and build a museum! There is no Tesla museum in the United States!

Let’s support some real life mad science! http://www.indiegogo.com/teslamuseum

My employers called me today and informed me my report date to Fitz has been moved up by TWO WHOLE WEEKS. Non-optional, and I'm already confirmed. I have no other work this fall. This means I have to report to work in NEW YORK three days before the con starts.

So. Yeah. I'm going to have to completely fucking cancel out of Mephit. I don't even know what I'm going to do with all these books. I have no one to go in my stead.

Yeah basically I hung up from my employer, then went out with my brother, uncle and cousin of some variety and put roughly eighty rounds downrange with my mom's Ruger. SO I FEEL BETTER.

I AM SO SORRY EVERYONE! I AM SO SORRY!

Rainbow in the Dark: Roughly 103,000 words, took about a year to write.


Meanwhile, in Avengers fanfiction this past month:

Welcome to the Family, 32312 words, created July 8
Build Me Up, Break Me Down, 68416, created July 15, still not finished yet

Current total: 100728

BUT. There are adult scenes in Build Me Up, Break Me Down, that I have been removing. Not taking full word length because the files contain duplicate content.
Aside 1: 1500 words
Aside 2: 2000 words
Aside 3 (unfinished, no duplicate content): 1472

Taking these into account, current real total: 105700.

Longer than Rainbow in the Dark. In roughly one month.

...well no wonder my wrists hurt.

Thanks, MIT!

http://thingsworsethannuclearpower.blogspot.com/

So apparently, they had to inflate part of my body with CO2 to complete the surgery.

My shoulders and upper back are now screaming as direct collateral. I seriously feel like someone beat me across the shoulder blades with a baseball bat. It is actually the most violently hurting part of my body and that's over the parts of my body that were cut into and permanently burned out.

This is a fetish.... why?

I would like to thank my anesthesiologist, I don't remember a fuckin thing.

Seriously they rolled me in introduced me to two people (Hi, I'm not going to remember your names, sorry), pushed something, then I was waking up having NO IDEA what was going on.

So far just a "when did I do pilates" soreness. Right after I felt like my shoulders had been beat with a baseball bat (but that was because of being pressurized with CO2) and my throat's raw (intubated), but I"m getting over it.

I'm going to go watch Thor and have ALLTHEFEELS thanks to Tom Hiddleston.

I wonder how many painkiller induced journal entries will happen because of it.

Before anyone freaks: no, this isn't serious. I'm being sterilized. I will be under general anesthesia but it's all outpatient. No big deal, should be up and all normal within a week.

WOO COULSON!

Also, fuck that movie Magic Mike, Robert Downey Jr shirtless as Tony Stark is my happy place.

DO WANT.

Seriously why is no one making full leather exact reproductions?

Seriously, someone do this, I would buy one right now.

I still regret nothing!

...so, not drawing. Can't brain on both at once.

Wrote a vampire short story for my publisher and submitted it (just over 20K words) now venting some nerdity on an Avengers fic.

Hopefully will draw soon.

Watched baseball and made many tweets about it.

And it's hilarious. Love this guy.

https://twitter.com/neiltyson/

If you don't know who he is, look up his quotes, you will not regret it.

First: Amazing movie

Second: I want to screw a reasonable portion of the cast.

And it's like, goddammit I already had nerdy hots for Tony Stark and now I'm oggling Loki Bruce and Steve. THANKS MOVIE.

It says something about me that the people in my Fantasy Five aren't real.

Did anyone else always suspect that Raph and April had a thing?

How many people would think it was amusing if, instead of eventually getting a fursuit.. I built a monster costume and used that instead?

Monstersona? Plague Doctor influence perhaps?

This might be passing insanity. I dunno.

In three days. New short story. Augh. All my creativity.

It involves a vampire. An actual vampire. Y'know, non sparkly kind.

Why don't they come in black? *pout*

When your brother is watching a movie (in this case a Norwegian movie about commercial divers) and you find yourself yelling Nuclear human performance tools at the television screen...