Oh, hello.

So it's August, eh?  Whoopee.  Seems like I've been busier than ever the past few weeks, although most of that work is the usual shuck 'n' jive of trying to get things going that aren't actually moving yet.

The Toxic Avenger: The Novel was soundly defeated by the novelization of Superman Returns in the First Annual Scribe Awards at Comic-Con a couple weeks back.  I have not read Superman Returns but I've seen the movie and it kinda sucked.  Perhaps the book finds the inner core of goodness in that steaming pile of Krap-tonite.  Anyway, it's an honor just to be nominated and Marv Wolfman, who wrote the Superman book, is a comic book writer whose work I've admired for years (he wrote Crisis on Infinite Earths for fucks sake!) so if I had to have my ass handed to me on a plastic tray of humiliation, I'm glad he was the guy to do it.

Other than that, San Diego was a swell time, albeit intensely over-crowded.  I hung out a lot with Hunt & Doogan, from Team Digital Bits, meet a number of fans of our little site (which boggles my mind), got to see Troma superstars Megan & Marcus (not to mention Elske McCain, Kevin Michaels, and some guy named Lloyd who claims he knows me from someplace), catch up with cartoonist supreme Renee French, and get a way cooler signature from James "I only do eyes" Hong on my Blade Runner poster than either Hunt or Doogan did.  And if I'd put my mind to it, I probably could have helped break up the marriage of one of the guys who directed The Blair Witch Project.  But that's a whole other story, one that probably exists only in the vast fantasy-land I call my brain.

Anyway, that's what's up and I may well be checking back in here a bit more frequently, although I can't imagine why.  Adios.

Keep it level.
Jahnke