Twist Street

Sam Westing, Barney Northrup, Sandy McSouthers, Julian R. Eastman, & Me

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Huh, I know the weekend’s started, but this is funny to me.  John Walker Lindh’s poolboy is a reality TV star on a show related to comics and Kevin Smith and cultural decay, who got all shout-y when Chris Sims put up a negative review of his TV show.  Here’s the funny part to me, though: this guy is pretty much how everyone in comics sounds to me anymore. Some guy with bad facial hair, a probable lack of a formal education and more-than-probable issues with women (which he thinks is funny), going off on a semi-literate anti-intellectual screed about elitist critics and how negative reviews hurt the industry, claiming victory after nitpicking minutae, mumbling bizarre and incoherent threats of violence at every perceived slight, justifying a vacuum of soul, wit or intelligence by high audience numbers and the “juice” of having a high profile, and assuming anyone who rejects their crass worldview is being driven by jealousy and anger and smugness…?  This photo is literally what I see in my head anytime I hear anything from anyone who works in comics.  That’s how far gone I am; that’s where I’m living. I feel like I should be wishing him luck on Avengers vs. X-Men (which is unfair, it’s unfair— this guy isn’t telling people to count how many pronouns Chris Sims is using, so I was being unfair there). 
The most offensive thing to me is him calling Chris Sims an “elitist comic book reviewer.”  I beg your pardon…?  Excuse me?  Some of us have spent years, years and years, cultivating a totally unearned sense of superiority disproporitionate to our mediocre lifestyles, deep reservoirs of self-entitlement and self-loathing, blinding unexplainable anger issues, and sweet, sweet rivers of emotional sadness.  Like Rocky out in the tundra training for Ivan Drago, except with more loneliness and hemophilia.   If Chris Sims thinks he can just yap-off to a reality star and skate by, I will also need to have words with him and his sexy little bitch-mouth, words made out of fists, fisted back by string-cheese arms that have never been inside of a weight room.  San Diego Comic-Con— Bike Racks— 3 o’clock!
Annnnd it’s time to turn off the internet… have a good weekend…

Huh, I know the weekend’s started, but this is funny to me.  John Walker Lindh’s poolboy is a reality TV star on a show related to comics and Kevin Smith and cultural decay, who got all shout-y when Chris Sims put up a negative review of his TV show.  Here’s the funny part to me, though: this guy is pretty much how everyone in comics sounds to me anymore. Some guy with bad facial hair, a probable lack of a formal education and more-than-probable issues with women (which he thinks is funny), going off on a semi-literate anti-intellectual screed about elitist critics and how negative reviews hurt the industry, claiming victory after nitpicking minutae, mumbling bizarre and incoherent threats of violence at every perceived slight, justifying a vacuum of soul, wit or intelligence by high audience numbers and the “juice” of having a high profile, and assuming anyone who rejects their crass worldview is being driven by jealousy and anger and smugness…?  This photo is literally what I see in my head anytime I hear anything from anyone who works in comics.  That’s how far gone I am; that’s where I’m living. I feel like I should be wishing him luck on Avengers vs. X-Men (which is unfair, it’s unfair— this guy isn’t telling people to count how many pronouns Chris Sims is using, so I was being unfair there). 

The most offensive thing to me is him calling Chris Sims an “elitist comic book reviewer.”  I beg your pardon…?  Excuse me?  Some of us have spent years, years and years, cultivating a totally unearned sense of superiority disproporitionate to our mediocre lifestyles, deep reservoirs of self-entitlement and self-loathing, blinding unexplainable anger issues, and sweet, sweet rivers of emotional sadness.  Like Rocky out in the tundra training for Ivan Drago, except with more loneliness and hemophilia.   If Chris Sims thinks he can just yap-off to a reality star and skate by, I will also need to have words with him and his sexy little bitch-mouth, words made out of fists, fisted back by string-cheese arms that have never been inside of a weight room.  San Diego Comic-Con— Bike Racks— 3 o’clock!

Annnnd it’s time to turn off the internet… have a good weekend…

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  1. thewayoftheworld said: This is pretty much why I limit myself to watching porn. I know what to expect.
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