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[jacktellslies]

I was reading Desolation Jones and making fun of Warren Ellis. Yes, Warren, we know. You want your government to kidnap you, tie you up, and feed you nothing but amphetamines and horrors for a year. You've told us already. You're precious.

That night I dreamed that I was a woman and an alien. My accent was Russian and thick in my purple mouth. (They'd won the space war and colonised.) I lived on a space station. And I could get drunk by going down on girls. They were the daughters of stars and tasted like schnapps on my space tongue.

So, Warren, I'm sorry. You can have whatever you want. I'll be drinking heavily and watching Doctor Who as pornography should you need anything.

Beth and I are debating whether or not we should attend the New York comic book convention on Saturday. Grant Morrison will be there, and we've agreed that if she asks him to sign Apocalipstick from his giant cock (with love!) I'll ask him to sign Pop Magic! from his even larger ego.

Comments

[jezebellydancer.livejournal.com]

Whoa, your dreams are epic win!
I thought my drug-induced dreams are/were pretty hot. Lately, mine are mostly about trees and pointy-eared elves with long flowing locks, who smirk a lot. Tho there was one with Omar, and another with two girl faeries in a pile of leaves.

But damn. Aliens, schnapps, and oral sex that makes you drunk. I think I need a Cohiba and a walk around the parking lot now.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

I was rather surprised myself. I suppose comic books do rot your brain after all.

[warren-ellis.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the money.

[jezebellydancer.livejournal.com]

I guess I best hie myself to a comic store and see what I've been missing. I stopped reading comics back when The Tick came out. And I think I have some vintage Cherry Poptart and Butterscotch somewhere.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Ha! I haven't seen any Cherry Poptart in ages. That's wonderful.

[jezebellydancer.livejournal.com]

I KNEW you'd know Cherry Poptart *grin*
She's my girl. I can't walk thru the cereal aisle at the grocery without thinking of her.

I think I have a comic book version (if one may call it that) of Story of O as well. Must clean out the Closet of Doom and see what secret treasures lie within.

[cynical-ghost.livejournal.com]

Yes, Warren, we know. You want your government to kidnap you, tie you up, and feed you nothing but amphetamines and horrors for a year. You've told us already. You're precious.

Tee hee hee!

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Please note other comments.

Well, gosh.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the future.

[westlinwind.livejournal.com]

So, did you go up to ComicCon? *grin* Warren Ellis reminds me, in some very odd way, of Finn. Not entirely sure why.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

I did not. Instead I got a massage, went for a walk, paid a pretty girl to bring me breakfast, went to see dinosaurs and butterflies and mummies at the museum with Beth, bought comic books in Philadelphia instead of New York, and am about to watch the new episode of Doctor Who with friends. So I didn't get to poke Grant Morrison with a stick, but it was a truly wonderful day nonetheless.

Oh good god, that's just fucking terrifying. It's that they're both terrible old men who want us to suffer, isn't it? Let's never speak of this again.

[westlinwind.livejournal.com]

*grin* But such suffering...

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Bah.

Fortunately, as I am also a horrible old man, and as a result I also occasionally require the use of a cane, I have something with which to fight back.

Nonetheless. Bah.

[westlinwind.livejournal.com]

Oh, having the right tools with which to fight back is absolutely essential.

Bet you look quite dapper and yummy with a cane, Sir Jack.

[westlinwind.livejournal.com]

Here's a snip from an interview with Warren Ellis. Except for the size bit (Ellis is one big fucker), this quote fits the comparison to Finn:

"Ellis can make for intimidating company, and not just through his size or popularity. His online presence demonstrates his bold, acerbic British wit powered by fierce, unwavering intellect. He does not tiptoe past an issue: he will call out on redundancies and on a lacking of well-applied thought. It’s this fashion of honesty that scares the hell out of people."

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

The handle is a gold duck's head. Heh. And it's named Poor Tom.