There Are No Words

Just...look at 1988's Brightest Young Stars:



I find it hard to believe that this isn't Debbie Allen's fault.

GENIUS: The Whole Damned Thing

If you want to read it, and haven't been able to make it to a comic book shoppe, or if you weren't sure you wanted to drop the money on something you thought you might not like...

Here's it is, the first issue, free of charge. Go and read, and tell me what you think.

Never thought of it that way...

I was watching Hard Knocks: Training Camp With The Dallas Cowboys on HBO a few minutes ago—always a terrific series, and even better this year with outsized people like Terrell Owens, Tony Romo, and Jerry Jones front and center—and one of the players said...

"You've gotta hate to lose more than you love to win."

Feels like dime-store motivational psychology, but that doesn't mean it's not on the money.

Is it Wrong...

...that I watched all of last night's Democratic National Convention coverage and the lesson that I took from it was:

"Hey, Chelsea Clinton's kind of hot."


No, I don't think that's wrong. Shallow, but not wrong.

Villains Deserve Stories, Too

When we unleashed Genius upon an unsuspecting populace we expected it to be a divisive book. It is, after all, about a young woman who kills cops. (Actually, let me clarify: That's not what she does, that's what she's willing to do. There's a difference.) We knew some people would respond to the story and the storytelling, if not the subject matter, just as we knew that some people would hate it, occasionally sight unseen. The first page is a litmus test: If you can get past the splash image of a cop getting his jugular perforated, then maybe you can understand what we were going for. If not, no harm, no foul.

Is she a bad guy? I honestly don't know. As with all things, it depends on your point of view. They always say that every villain is the hero of his or her own story and if we identify with that story, he or she becomes our hero as well. George Washington was a villain to the British. Luke Skywalker was the villain to the Empire.

But even if Destiny Ajaye is a villain, even if she does vile things for reasons known only to her, that doesn't mean her story shouldn't be told. Lest we forget, the entire Star Wars saga tells of the creation, and eventual redemption, of Darth Vader. The villain.

If you don't like Genius, that's fine. Feel free not to like it because you don't dig on the writing, or the art, or the execution. I am secure enough in my own self-worth to weather such criticism—in fact, I welcome it. But I call bullshit if you don't like it because of who Destiny is or what she does (and I've read or listened to more than one review that took that kind of offense). Especially if you're a comics fan.

If you're the kind of person who can read the gazillionth issue of Superman, where Big Blue faces off against the intergalactic despot of the month; if you can read Black Adam, where a genocidal maniac searches for his lost love; if you can read any issue of The Punisher—you know, starring the vigilante who kills, wantonly, and remains the hero of his own book…if you're that guy, or gal, then you don't get to whinge about Genius' content.

For the record, let me be clear about something: I have nothing but respect for police officers. They do a job that I'd never volunteer for. I know more than a few and would trust any of them with my safety, and that of my family. But I'm not blind to the fact that there are some cops who don't live "to protect and serve," just as there are some politicians who take money for votes, some teachers who don't give a shit, some clergymen who molest children, and some firemen who are dicks. They are human beings, and they have their foibles, just like anyone else. To say that they can't serve as antagonists in a story with an inverted protagonist is both narrow-minded and reactionary.

So, hey, vote for Genius if you liked it; or understood what Adam, Afua, and myself were going for; or just want Top Cow to continue publishing comics that aren't afraid to reach for something...and, in so doing, risk failing in the attempt. If you don't want to vote for it, that's fine, too.

But don't withhold your vote because you think the subject is unworthy of consideration. Because, frankly, there is no such thing.

A four-year-old on 'The Clone Wars'

I took my son, Luc, to see—as he calls it—"the Lightsaber movie." After about 15 minutes in, he turns to me and says:

"This doesn't make any sense."

If a kid can't make heads or tails of your kids movie, then something's very, very wrong.

The Cover to Push #1 Sure is Purty

In case I haven't mentioned it, Adam and I are writing a six-issue miniseries that'll serve as the prequel to this Chris Evan-Dakota Fanning superheroish movie called Push, which comes out next March.

To give you an idea of how crazy the schedule is, we signed on to do the book a couple of weeks before San Diego. The deadline for the first script...was a couple of weeks before San Diego. We've been working double/triple time to get this thing done—as all six issues need to be out before the movie opens. First two issues ship in November, I think. I can't keep it straight—we're just putting the words on the page.

But the art team on this'n is spectacular. The incomparable Jock is doing the covers (which, if judging by the first issue's, will be all kinds of shades of awesome) and a dude named Bruno Redondo is doing the interiors—and, like our Highwaymen artist Lee Garbett, this guy could work in the States for as long as he wants to.

Seriously, I'm done with Michael Phelps

If I had the power at my fingertips, I'd send in the hot hail.

Yes, he's a great athlete. Yes, he may be the best swimmer in history. If I was on a doomed oceanliner, I'd be Rose to his Jack if he'd freestyle us out of there. (I'd even let him sketch me nude, if he wanted to.)

But he is not, as some dick claimed on The Today Show on Wednesday, The Greatest Athlete in the History of Everything. A) That's a claim impossible to defend, as comparing him to Michael Jordan, Pete Sampras, Tiger Woods, or Muhammad Ali is like deciding who'd win in a fight, Moby Dick or King Kong. B) Despite what I just said, it's still just plain wrong, as there ain't nobody hitting him while he's swimming.

Beyond that, he's not even the greatest Olympian. To me, those who are chosen to represent their countries in the Olympic Games should not only be the best athletes and competitors within the borders of the nations they call home, but they should be the best people—shining examples of what it means to be an American, or a Lithuanian, or a Nigerian.

It's a lot to ask of someone who has spent the better part of his or her life apart from the populace of the country they represent, holed up in gymnasiums, or swimming complexes, or weight rooms training for those brief minutes where they either win or go home. But that is what it means to be an Olympian. And that is why we're so betrayed when they let us down, like Marion Jones or Ben Johnson or most of Germany's female athletes in the '80s.

So, for my money, these two guys will stand forever on the Olympic podiums, speaking volumes without saying a single word:

Damnit.

Damnit. Damnit.

What, You Haven't Voted Yet?

Well, let G4TV's Blair Butler hip you to what's what:



So, go vote, why dontcha?

Don't Be Stupid, Be a GENIUS

Okay, boys and girls. Here's where I need your help. As much of it as you can deliver.

As you all know, Adam and I wrote a comic book called Genius, as part of Top Cow's Pilot Season program (you vote for the one-shot issue you like the most, and it goes on to become a series). And the voting is now open, from today through the end of August. So...

• If you liked the book and want to read more about what happens to Destiny and her War...go vote.
• If you like the idea of getting to have a say in the comics you read...go vote.
• If you want to see more diversity on comics pages...go vote.
• If you like watching shit blow up...go vote.
• If you're tired of giant-hyper-mega-global crossovers that require $40 a month just to get the story straight...go vote.
• If you really like internet polls...go vote.
• If you relish rewarding the new, the different, the slightly left-of-center...go vote.
• If you wanna make my mom happy (even though she wasn't thrilled at the profanity)...go vote.

But above all, just go vote. It's not often you, the reader, gets a voice. If you don't use that voice, if you choose not to avail yourselves of the rights afforded to you, they'll get take away.

MAN-tastic

So, the news that we leaked at the San Diego Comic-Con—first picked up by Newsarama—is now out and about in an official, in-the-trades way. Variety has it, and here's the Hollywood Reporter bit.


And then it hit Aint it Cool News, and it just made my friggin' Sunday.

(Oh, and I know they probably won't care, but I decided that I wanna see Nathan Fillion as Nate Klinger. Because A: His name is already Nate, and B: He's the goddamn cat's ass.)

One Last Thing About Comic-Con

Well-reasoned arguments have no place in San Diego. As I mentioned before, Entertainment Weekly hosted a trifecta of panels at the SDCC this year. And, as many of you may know, I work at Entertainment Weekly. In fact, I played a pretty decent-sized part in the planning of those panels. (Hell, I even named 'em.) Two of the three times I attempted to make it into the holding rooms for those panels, to either greet our guests or sooth my fellow moderators, I was stopped at the black curtain by SDCC's redshirts.

"Sorry, you can't go back there."
"No, I work for Entertainment Weekly."
"No press allowed."
"But this is an Entertainment Weekly panel. We're running it."
"No press, sir."
"Entertainment Weekly is right there in the name. Entertainment Weekly Presents The Visionaries. Look, my badge says I work for Entertainment Weekly. I need to get back there."
"Without a backstage badge, I can't let you go."
"This is kind of ridiculous."
"It is what it is. No press."
"I'm not press, now. I'm just a dude who wants to thank Fraction for showing up."

And on it went until our Special Projects Editor—the brave, talented, resourceful, and all-around-awesome Lisa Simpson—saw me trying to use the Force to overpower weak minds and rescued me.

I understand these guys were just doing their jobs, and I'm sure they were besieged by fanboys trying to harvest the sweat from Grant Morrison's head or clone their very own Zack Snyder from stray hairs plucked from his wavy mane, but I'm a big fan of processing information as you get it and deciding upon action based on that information. Clearly, independent thought wasn't on this redshirt's allowed-to-do list. Just one more item for the Cons of Con list.

With that, I'm done.

(Adam has a rundown of the business-y stuff we did over the course of the last week, for those of you interested.)

So, it's over, yeah?

Yeah, it's over. My fifth San Diego Comic-Con, under the belt. What did we learn this year?

That it's great to do the hard work before the show. We had already locked up Push (licensed six-issue series from Wildstorm, out starting this November) before the con even started. Same with with another Top Cow book. And, contracts willing, another mini with a promising upstart publisher. It made for a pressure-free show, comics-wise.

I love funny people. The panel I hosted—in Hall H—might've been a clusterfuck had it not been for Kevin Smith and Judd Apatow. Moderating a single-topic panel (say, for Battlestar Galactica or Ghost Whisperer or Watchmen) isn't easy, but at least everyone on said panel has the work in common. ("Who's the last Cylon?" "How are you dressing up Jennifer Love Hewitt's boobs this year?"). There's only but so much that Frank Miller, Zack Snyder, Kevin Smith, and Judd Apatow have in common besides being awesome. (And I gave serious thought to doing the whole panel like Chris Farley: "Remember that time, in Dark Knight Returns, when Batman beat the snot out of Superman? That was awesome.") So I had to lob a whole mess of general-question softballs over the plate, and hope someone would step up to the plate. Kevin and Judd are fucking sluggers. Zack gets on base more often than not. And Frank's the dude who surprises with a clutch double just when you think he won't.

The secret to getting people to attend your panel is in the name. We were on an AiT/Planetlar panel, hosted by Larry Young. We thought it was gonna be, like, AiT's 2009 lineup—and he asked us to be on it because we had the Disney deal to announce. Instead, Larry called it "So, You Wanna Make a Graphic Novel." And the room was standing room only. Hundreds of people. Because, while people might be mildly interested in the AiT slate, they're overwhelmingly interested in being in the OGN business. And it was an hour of very lively Q&A. Smart man, that Larry.

Liquid courage works. I met a bunch of people this year who've I've long been interested in meeting, and probably wouldn't have without a couple of drinks in me. (Yes, it helps that EW can open a few doors, but still.) Damon Lindelof, Tahmoh Penikett, James Callis, Darwyn Cooke, Josh Friedman, Felicia Day, Javier Grillo-Marxuach (god, I hope I spelled that right), and I reinforced the bond of brotherhood/man-crush with Nathan Fillion. But, damnit, Joss still eludes me. He tasks me, but I will have him.

I am an old man. My hips hurt. I've never said that before. And I didn't even walk the floor until Sunday. Most of my con was going from booth-signing to booth-signing, with off-site meetings tucked in there. And is was staying at the Hilton, right across the street. And my hips are funky, my calves are sore, and my dogs are barking. When did 36 become the new 50? Egads, I sound like Warren. But it's true.

One of these years, and probably soon, I think I'll skip it. It's fun and all, and I really like the people, but if we can continue the trend of locking work up before the show, there will come a time where it's not going to be entirely worth the time away from my family and the roughness of the reentry back into the real world. Plus, I didn't see a single panel that I wasn't involved in either the planning or moderation of. I'm a geek, and I missed 95% of the geek crack. I know there's no way I'll be able to do this show as a pure fan again and, while I'm not saying there aren't some perks to being a pro, I do kind of miss that innocence. The weird thing is that while I'm well aware that I gave some of that innocence up willingly, the show is responsible for some of it vanishing as well. Just five years ago, you could run from a panel in Hall H to something in Ballroom 20, hit something in Room 6A, and then back again, and get seats in all of them. Not any more. Having fun shouldn't be this much work. It is, as they say, what it is.

Oh, and flight-delaying weather systems that strand a fella in an airport for hours suck. I'm just saying.

And...We're Off

You know where. And, thanks to the handy schedule right below, you know when. Come find me, and I'll regale you with tales of gilded wonder. Or sullied dreams. One or the other, depending on how much I've had to drink...

SDCC: Where I'll Be And When

A busy show this year, but if you're trying to track me down, here's where I'll be, fo' sho:

THURSDAY
11:00am-12:00pm
Genius signing at the Top Cow booth (#2329)
12:00-1:00pm
Monster Attack Network signing at the AiT/Planetlar booth (#2001)
3:30-4:30pm
Milling around EW's Comic Creators panel (Room 6A)
6:30-7:30pm
AiT/Planetlar graphic novel panel (Room 3)

FRIDAY
12:00-1:00pm
Genius signing at the Top Cow booth (#2329)
1:45-2:45pm
Milling around EW's TV Showrunners panel (Room 6CDEF)
5:15-6:15pm
Moderating (!) EW's Filmmakers panel (Hall H)

SATURDAY
2:00-3:00pm
Genius signing at the Top Cow booth (#2329)
3:00-4:00pm
Monster Attack Network signing at the AiT/Planetlar booth (#2001)

"The Hammer...is my penis"

Every time Fillion says that, it makes me laugh.

What, you haven't seen Dr. Horrible yet? Then we're totally going to take away your internet.

Wallcrawlers? Really?

What is it, exactly, that makes people want to climb shit? Is it something genetic? Can you trace it back to something in their childhoods? Why is it that they look at something mundane and say to themselves, "The only way today would be complete is if I rolled up my sleeves and crested that motherfucker"?

I guess I can sort of understand mountaintops: If you can make it to the top of Everest, then you get a view that only a rare few have ever taken in. But these schmucks that climb the New York Times building in Manhattan? Three guys in six weeks have just up and scaled it's rod-encrusted walls...for what? To get a good look at a city that you can see from any one of a dozen legal observation points?

I went to an event at the Explorers Club Mansion on the Upper East Side last night, primarily to see inside the Explorers Club Mansion. And it was cool, in a "it'd be really neat to throw a small wedding in here" sort of way. But it wasn't, as I expected, like the Batcave, with giant pennies and stuffed T-rexes and glass cases containing Sir Edmund Hillary's climbing gear. (To be fair, there was a stuffed polar bear and a canoe that must've been someplace cool.) There were other floors that were roped off, ostensibly for members only. I guess that's where one finds the super-sweetness, the rooms that look like the headquarters for the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

As I left, I grabbed a brochure—really just to prove to myself that I'd been there. And on the last page there's a bit about becoming a member. To do so, one must "demonstrate credible contributions to field research, scientific exploration and educational dissemination of that knowledge."

Where's the "sitting on one's ass thinking up cool ways to blow shit up with lasers while drinking Bass Ale and eating nachos" club?

Oh, right. San Diego.

I'm About Done With Anti-Comic Book Bias

I was reading New York magazine last week--which is a rather good mag, despite what I'm about to say--and I came across the following phrase in their review of Wanted:

"Jolie is a happy distraction from a lot of twaddle (the movie is based on a comic-book series)..."

And I'm sick to death of that, the idea that simply because something is based on a comic means that it inherently is starting from a place of inferiority. What is it going to take for some people to understand that "comic book" is not an adjective, not a paint-brush term with which you can instantly convey juvenalia?

I get that many magazine writers, hell, many mass media professionals got their first exposure to comics, and movies and TV shows based on those comics, when they were uniformly shitty, with the rarest of exceptions. At times, I've had to serve as a watchdog for that knee-jerk application--I made it my mission to make sure that "comic book" wasn't used as an interchangeable stand-in for "silly" or "stupid" or just plain old "bad." And I'd like to think the writers I worked with got on board. But in a day and age when Persepolis, Ghost World, From Hell, V for Vendetta, American Splendor, Spider-Man, and Batman Begins can all emerge as mature films that can stand next to any movie based on the more cognoscienti-friendly novel, it's time for folks to wise up.

WALL*E

is so goddamn good its not even funny. Seriously. Go see. And if you're not blubbering by the end do not be troubled, for you are in Elysium...and you are already dead.