I’m on a steady diet of epic poems, angel lore, and comics in order to stay in trim fighting form for my modern epic writing.
I went to see Constantine tonight. When I compare it to the comic book…I don’t like it much. When I take it as a supernatural action movie staring Keanu “Whoooooa” Reeves, I like it a bit better. The Constantine of the graphic novels is British working class, more clever, much more of a bastard, and more likeable (somehow).
I found out that my Artist’s Statement (posted below) and my Project Description will are now part of the Writing Program’s project proposal samples. I’m about the last of the gini-pigs of the new writing program…and now, I shall have insidious, if slight, influence over rotation after rotation of future writing students. =) Plus…it’ll be the website somewhere, so I’ll have one more hit when I Google myself (Googling oneself is a form of ego masturbation).
Oh…and Superman is a dick. Click HERE to find out why.
List of more pratical uses Superboy can make of a machine that can see through time:
1. Betting on the outcomes of sporting events.
2. Forseeing natural diasters and catastrophhe.
3. Letting Bruce Wayne know that his parents are going to be gunned down in front of his very eyes in a filthy alley, you dick.