Imagine me jumping up and down and pointing to myself and waving a book and yelling, Buy this you gotta buy this it’ll make you happy and rich and solve all your problems and give you Jessica Alba’s phone number it’s the greatest thing since similes… Now imagine me reverently kissing the hem of George…
Overheard at my local comics shop this week: "Yeah, I saw Warren Ellis at San Diego — I don’t know what it was, but he reminded me of Santa Claus." "You mean fat, bearded, and with millions of underage children under constant surveillance?" Which is as good an intro as any to Carla Hewitt’s 44…
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