Laugh And The World Laughs With You!

All I Know Is That You Won't Come Back Until They're All Dead. 'eternity.' Every Last One Of Them. Every Man. Every Woman. Every Child. Global Massacre. I Dream About That Day. A Planet Of Corpses

I Don't Ignore Continuity, And Try My Best To Stick As Closely To The Current Status Quo As Possible, But It's Not My Primary Concern When I Start A Story.

We Love Our Superheroes Because They Refuse To Give Up On Us. We Can Analyze Them Out Of Existence, Kill Them, Ban Them, Mock Them, And Still They Return, Patiently Reminding Us Of Who We Are And What We Wish We Could Be.

The More I Think About It, The More I Realize That Schools Are Just Factories For Turning Out Robots, That's All. They Get You When Your Small And Vulnerable And They Take All The Human Parts Away, Bit By Bit, Until You're Just A Wind-up Toy. Turn The Key And Set It Running. And The Toy Goes To University, Gets A Job, Settles Down With Someone Nice.

I Do Like To Keep Abreast Of What The Hardcore Vocal Members Of The Comics-reading Audience Are Talking About On Internet Message Boards, But There Are So Few Of Them, As A Percentage Of The Buying Audience, That I Can't Allow Their Opinions To Dictate Story Direction.