It's a tesseract!
Apr. 19th, 2008 09:27 pmI was a disappointingly well behaved child. But at an early age I developed a belief that I've not yet lost: that gods operate by different rules than we sad mortals. As I saw it, obedience to them was never the point. The only objective was to be noticed, whatever the means. They likely paid more attention to their servants, I reasoned, and one could perhaps be assured of a passing glance when in their company. I admit, I say hello to every nun and fakir and stripper I meet at least in part for this reason still. I also decided that the wrath of the gods, if technically equal to their grace by my little cosmology, was often a good deal more interesting. So I set about to offend them, choosing at six what would be a lifelong mission: to be struck down, to force the ineffable to prove itself, wrenching it out of hiding through its rage at my monumental sins.
I'm doing a terrible job thus far, I know.
But perhaps I've struck a victory at last! Somehow I managed to forget that Warren Ellis is fucking omnipotent. I promise that I say very nice things about the man with some frequency, but that hardly bears mention. I am, after all, on a quest.
Although today I did stop by Fat Jack's, the comic shop on the other side of town. I'd been hoping for an introduction to its keepers, magicians and friends of my delicious roommate, and this week I can't seem to be bothered with books that lack pictures. I finally picked up the first issue of Planetary, and I also bought Setting Sun, the second of his takes on John Constantine. And you lot should too, because they're phenomenal, of course, but mostly because Warren has far better things to do with our money than we do.
I'm doing a terrible job thus far, I know.
But perhaps I've struck a victory at last! Somehow I managed to forget that Warren Ellis is fucking omnipotent. I promise that I say very nice things about the man with some frequency, but that hardly bears mention. I am, after all, on a quest.
Although today I did stop by Fat Jack's, the comic shop on the other side of town. I'd been hoping for an introduction to its keepers, magicians and friends of my delicious roommate, and this week I can't seem to be bothered with books that lack pictures. I finally picked up the first issue of Planetary, and I also bought Setting Sun, the second of his takes on John Constantine. And you lot should too, because they're phenomenal, of course, but mostly because Warren has far better things to do with our money than we do.