The Demonweasel Speaks

The New Axis of Evil: Miles Papasian, Andrew VanDecamp and Michael.

TV is so good lately, and it’s kind of sad that a lot of it is going away at the end of the month. What are we going to do this summer? I guess Kenzie and I will end up like those Lost fans last summer gojng “Ahhhh, I can’t wait until next season!” I hope they don’t do a big cliffhanger at the end of the season, as I just fucking hate those things. I think Buffy kind of spoiled me for that. Sure every now and again there was a cliffhanger, but for the most part the season wrapped and the major business is tied up. 24 is kind of like that too, in the sense that the actual danger of the season will be over, but there may be something like “Hey, Jack’s been declared dead, I wonder how he’s going to make it make to the show for next season.” I wondering if at the end of this day Jack will end up being picked up by the Chinese and taken away to prison, only to be broken out or released before next season begins.

Housewives has been a little bland this season, but it looks like they’re throwing everything up in the air in these past few episodes. I am so frickin’ pissed at the whole “Tom has been cheating” storyline that’s developed. I mean really, are all the guys going to be shitheads? I mean, c’mon. I’m hoping that there’s some other explanation for it, but it’s looking pretty grim. “Honey, you don’t understand…she’s my CIA contact, and we rocketed into space to save the world!” Not likely, but still.

Speaking of “Lost” that show has taken meta-fiction to a whole ‘nother level. A level where there are gold coins of happiness everywhere, and you just run around with unlimited time collecting them all at your leisure. So the other night there was apprently a commericial for the Hanso Foundation during Lost (y’know, the company that created the Dharma Initiative) with an 877 number to call for information (1-877-HANSORG). When you call you get the corporations voicemail directory, and you can listen to information about the company and its directors. Then you get directed to thier webpage , where you can get more information about them, as well as a press-release denoucing the book “Bad Twin,” by Gary Troup , which features the Foundation ina negative light, as well the last work written by the author, handed in moments before he boarded Oceanic Flight 815…

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Whew…I mean, that’s just awesome.

In other news, we had a killer Free Comic Book Day at the store, and I’m looking forward to exploiting it for even more gains throughout the summer. Making strides, making progress, getting one step closer to global domination.

I wanted to get more stuff done today, like writing and research and shit like that, but I got stuck on one of the stupid fucking Radio Controlled plane missions in San Andreas and it ate away my life like ebola. Not cool man, not cool. So I’m going to try to recover what left of the day I can.

Kenzie says if I made a movie, that’s what it’d be called.

She’s 100% right. :)

It was inspired by the fact that there’s a new Superman Returns Trailer that, I must say, looks fucking *sweet,* despite the fact that director Bryan Singer has apparently turned this into a relationship drama with super-powers. “We want to give Superman his biggest challenge yet, by giving Lois a child and a relationship that he can’t really fight,” he said, or something like that because I don’t want to spend my whole damn lunch hour looking for the exact quote. As we put it here at the store, he’s probably not going to be punching anyone in this one.

Don’t get me wrong, I know punching isn’t the be-all end all for dramatic conflict, but c’mon…it’s Superman. Why can’t we have him fighting a robot or a giant ape or something like that. I mean, imagine a War of the Worlds type invasion and Superman is fighting them off, hucking saucers into each other and back into space. But no. It’s more important in this movie that we have Superman flying away and crying. Because a girl was mean to him.

You’re Superman. Go fight a lava monster on Mars or something.

The sequel to my movie: Super King Kong of the Rings man Spider-Man of the Worlds II.

I’m jumping ship from Friendster and going to MySpace, because I’ve changed email addresses and Friendster won’t let you change yours on there and MySpace can. It’s funny because it turns out I *had* a MySpace that I didn’t even bother setting up that I started ages ago. But there you are. I’m now going to pester friends to go there and stalk the famous people who have MySpace thingies. Friendster is just so ass lately.

I finished the 3rd draft of the book last week or so, and now I’m in the process of figure out how to write query letters and research agents and editors and all that jazz. I’ve sent the thing off to some friends who are going to point out any proofreading issues or other little sandy-off the sharp bits kind of help, but all the major plot changes and such are done. Facts should all line up with each other, that kind of stuff. I’m probably going to crack it open again in another week or so and take another sweep at cleaning up and shit, but there are times when you have to let go. Which means new writing will probably consist of short stories and maybe some comic scripts if I’m feeling especially masochistic. Then it’s just research for the next book. Ha ha. Ha ha.

The third instalment: Revenge of the Super King Kong of the Rings man Spider-Man of the Worlds II Returns.

Tomorrow is Free Comic Book Day and I’m trying not to freak out, given how much money we’ve spent on advertising (on the TV even! The movin’ pitchers!) and much of a big day we need to have to justify all of that. Not to mention the launchpad potential it has for new customers and such. Maybe I’ll be on the news again. Wheeeeeeeeeee. Right now it just means late nights and stress like nuclear warfare.

Wedding update: We’re looking at late August 2007 somewhere her in Ohio. So save the month.

I like salt and pepper chips.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmlunch.