Warren Ellis
British author of comic books and graphic novels.
In solidarity with @kellysue and her slow birth labour, I am now dilated to 8 cm.
on the sales model of the comic series "Fell", to retailers:You guys who think I'm ratfucking you out of a few bucks? I've got 500 emails here from people thanking me for making one comic easier for them to buy from you. Get yourselves under control, for christ's sake.
You want to know the secret of the world? It's this : Save it, and it'll repay you, every second of every day.
Oh, this is brilliant. The Wales team are being sponsored by a brewery with a slightly unusual name. On their red shirts, the name is emblazoned on the front in big white letters: BRAINS. We are WALES, and we are here for BRAAAAIIIIINNNNS.
Apparently it is Wrong, when finding carol singers at your door, to yell "Hail Satan! See you in Disneyland!" and slam it on them. But I don't want to be Right.
You've got eyes bigger than your colostomy bag, you.
"I shot him in the brain. I stood over him and fired into his head." "Yes, and he's apparently unhappy about that."
In other news, I'm up way too fucking early again. Oh, and Southend Pier caught fire (again) last night. Wasn't me.
Why am I drinking Jack? Because it's easy. It's like breakfast whisky. They don't have a good selection in here, and I'm not putting fucking Glenfiddich in my body straight. That stuff's for cooking with, and then only if you don't have Glenlivet or Isle of Jura. It's early in the day for me.
Seriously. UFO organisations have been contracting of late, because no-one's seeing flying saucers any more. They turn up at weird cultural stress points, like an approaching millennium (which the X-Files lucked into, rather than caused). Almost, it seems, when the culture is worried about something amorphous rather than concrete (like terrorism). The 90s UFO "glut" coincided with the threat of nuclear war fading, relative political stability in the US and UK, and yet the feeling that the turn of the century Meant Something that we couldn't put into words. I almost miss flying saucers: because they might mean that we don't have anything serious to worry about.
Wikipedia also continues to spell my name wrong, so, you know, please stop using it like it's a bastion of truth, or, indeed, fucking anything. [9/1/2007]
Okay, okay. I lie to you constantly. But still.
If I knew PHP, I'd have my own social network system by now. Consider yourselves lucky.
Alan Moore once told me he works the nine-pic grid because it's cinematic. I told him I work the six-pic grid because it's television. I should think more on that sometime.
You're about to discover the depth of strangeness and beauty the world holds.
A million fucking message boards, email, Twitter, any number of free tools, being limited only by time and your imagination? If I’d had the internet in 1988 I WOULD OWN AN ENTIRE COUNTRY BY NOW AND WOULD PUT HUNDREDS OF YOU TO DEATH EACH DAY JUST FOR FUN AND IT WOULD BE THE LAW
"I'm the villain! I'm the only one here who knows the plot! If you kill me, this movie will never end!"
Mother of twelve bastards!
It's a strange world. Let's keep it that way.
The reason I only use female moderators on [message] boards is that I find women are better socialised and much smarter (and usually more level-headed) about interaction and discourse. Also, their presence tends to make a statement about the openness and non-locker-room-stench of a place.