Twist Street

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

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Comic Book nerd stuff OR “Never look at twitter never look at twitter never look at twitter” OR I hope the rest of your dashboard makes up for this I’m so sorry: All these guys ever only have is one fucking move— talk about how there are Bad Fans in the world.  Bad, bad fans!  What a woe it is to live in a world with comic book fans in it; what a tragedy it must be for him!  
Oh, p.s., this is the same day we’re hearing about him spreading malicious gossip about a woman in his industry because she refused to blow him in a park like this was a pre-AIDS world.
But the Move is always the Move, man— blame the fans, blame the fans, blame the fans.  Look at this pity-party!!! “The mean old fans are making me want to quit— please send me reassuring tweets about how I’m the Big Victim here.  I’m the Victim today— me!"  He’s just looking to get blown again— this is just how people do that now, electronically…
Maybe, maybe, maybe he’s not grotesquely exaggerating something he was sent— though between you me and the wall… but let’s say hypothetically he got something unpleasant.  That’s a shame— it’s a shame that there are unpleasant people who use the internet, and that we don’t live in the magical candy gumdrop society where people use the internet to be their best selves. “It’s a shame there are some bad eggs out there," we on the internet have to say, just as apparently now men who work in comics have-to / are-going-to-try-to say thanks to Brian Wood.  I guess we are all stuck in that same life-raft together called life… electric word, life… But what fascinates regardless is the response, this poetic the-soundtrack-is-only-a-flute imagery where he’s walking into a sunset— sure, like all those wonderful cowboy movies where the cowboy splits town at the end after yelling at girls for not going to their hotel rooms to "prove they deserve to be in comics" or whatever the hell the pitch was.  Was that how Young Guns 3 ended?  "Reap the whirlwind, Brady.  Reap it.  Or else I’ll tell Lying in the Gutters you totes reaped it and everyone will believe me and not you."    
He in no way sees that the mentality that he’s doing the world some kind of fucking favor by making Star Wars comics or whatever it is he makes— that comics isn’t some big wonderful thing that he’s gotten to be a part of, but is some thing that he’s SAVING— sure, let’s draw no lines between that sort of complex and the story’s he’s found himself in…

Comic Book nerd stuff OR “Never look at twitter never look at twitter never look at twitter” OR I hope the rest of your dashboard makes up for this I’m so sorry: All these guys ever only have is one fucking move— talk about how there are Bad Fans in the world. Bad, bad fans! What a woe it is to live in a world with comic book fans in it; what a tragedy it must be for him!

Oh, p.s., this is the same day we’re hearing about him spreading malicious gossip about a woman in his industry because she refused to blow him in a park like this was a pre-AIDS world.

But the Move is always the Move, man— blame the fans, blame the fans, blame the fans. Look at this pity-party!!! “The mean old fans are making me want to quit— please send me reassuring tweets about how I’m the Big Victim here. I’m the Victim today— me!" He’s just looking to get blown again— this is just how people do that now, electronically…

Maybe, maybe, maybe he’s not grotesquely exaggerating something he was sent— though between you me and the wall… but let’s say hypothetically he got something unpleasant. That’s a shame— it’s a shame that there are unpleasant people who use the internet, and that we don’t live in the magical candy gumdrop society where people use the internet to be their best selves. “It’s a shame there are some bad eggs out there," we on the internet have to say, just as apparently now men who work in comics have-to / are-going-to-try-to say thanks to Brian Wood. I guess we are all stuck in that same life-raft together called life… electric word, life… But what fascinates regardless is the response, this poetic the-soundtrack-is-only-a-flute imagery where he’s walking into a sunset— sure, like all those wonderful cowboy movies where the cowboy splits town at the end after yelling at girls for not going to their hotel rooms to "prove they deserve to be in comics" or whatever the hell the pitch was. Was that how Young Guns 3 ended? "Reap the whirlwind, Brady. Reap it. Or else I’ll tell Lying in the Gutters you totes reaped it and everyone will believe me and not you."

He in no way sees that the mentality that he’s doing the world some kind of fucking favor by making Star Wars comics or whatever it is he makes— that comics isn’t some big wonderful thing that he’s gotten to be a part of, but is some thing that he’s SAVING— sure, let’s draw no lines between that sort of complex and the story’s he’s found himself in…

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    I don’t disagree with anything Abhay writes here, but I don’t think even bringing up fans—either the “poor Brian, stay...
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  7. louobedlam said: extra points for the Prince reference.
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  9. darrylayo said: I feel you but I’m also of the old-fashioned opinion that jokes-or-threats about kids is far beyond a reasonable comeuppance.
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