I’ve never heard of Crash Ryan before, but this article from ICV2 definitely got me interested. I’m down for a movie about “a steampunk-inspired fusion of Indiana Jones and Star Wars.”
Something is weird about the pacing of Spider-Gwen #1 and #2. Both times I’ve read the issues, I found myself slowed.
OTOH, I’m a big fan of the way the illustration carries the story. Too many words can sometimes dumb things down.
In the middle of reading Superior Spider-Man: Dan Slott must not be from America. In the States, you write a thesis to get your Masters and a dissertation to get a doctorate- most of the rest of the world does it backwards. Spidey goes to NYU and is writing a thesis to get his doctorate :/
On the radio today… DJs were clowning Kanye West.
During an interview, he was talking about the death of a minister of his when he broke out crying suddenly. Following that, Mr. West starting apologizing for people that he’s insulted or whatever. The DJs were calling him crazy for it.
That’s what’s SUPPOSED to happen. The man is under a lot of stress, and clearly is not done mourning his mother’s death. When people are not aware of feelings that they’re bottling up, sometimes those emotions surface to smack you in the face one random Saturday morning. Or in Kanye’s face, when he’s doing an interview.
Some people don’t actually get to mourning really painful deaths until a new person dies. BAM.
This has been a topic that’s been bugging me lately, actually. Last week I left a rant on Reddit upset because of the shit people give Rob Liefeld. The man is a new hero of mine because of his resilience in the face of Internet criticism; I’ll post my rant later when I have time.
I’m not sure what it is that makes us forget that celebrities are people, but they are. Doesn’t give us a right to treat them like shit. Yet people do.
Wish I would have been able to meet him in person.
For two issues this book has read more like a a pitch for an new X-Men title of villains at a school (a new class of Hellions, maybe) than an original concept. Which, is cool- if I had a book I wanted to pitch to Marvel but I couldn’t because I was the publisher of the 3rd largest company in the industry, then I would probably do the same thing that Eric Stephenson’s doing. Still, nothing has quite grabbed me yet about this book.
Yet, I keep buying it. I think it’s the book’s clever design: the credit page is actually the front cover. And it’s a fetching cover design.
In addition, the inside cover is actually the first page of the story, and the inside back cover contains the last page of art. So basically, instead of wasting space on ads and promo material, we readers get extra pages of art. Not bad.
While the pencils and inking are cool and San Francisco underground-ish (the story takes place in SF), it’s really the colors that sells the art in this book. Check out how color is actually used to tell the story here:
So congrats, Jordie Bellaire and whoever did your book design work: you just sold me on issue #4.
Man surprised me most about humanity. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.
-The 14th Dali Lama
I finally read Amazing Spider-Man #700: great issue! As much as I love Humberto Ramos’ art, he wasn’t the right person for this story. Edger Delgado’s colors didn’t match the tone either. It needed someone more dramatic and moody. Despite that, excellent issue.