So after two or three years of solid use, I decided to get rid of that Jack Colton scream button on the side of the blog. I've replaced it with Jack Rebney going nuts. Which is, unfortunately, silent (although I guess I could have overlaid any of Jack's excellent sound bites). But still very entertaining when you're bored.

Here is an open letter to Joss Whedon:

Dear Joss Whedon,

Matt

This was prompted largely by the fact that I was so pissed off that Runaways 29 was months late that I was determined not to like it... and then it turned out to be pretty much the strongest issue of the 5 he's done so far. So now he's an asshole for exiting the book after issue 30, and an asshole because 29 was months and months and months and months late. The latter thing is really starting to cheese me off. The man released four issues of Astonishing X-Men in 2007. Four! This goddamn thing has been going on half my life! And now his short run on Runaways looks to end up taking a solid year or more to release, which is playing merry hob with my ability to keep the story going in my head. (The incomprehensible recap at the head of issue 29? Utterly deceptive twattlespeak, says I.) The Buffy issues have been chugging right along, but one imagines it's only a matter of time before he gets bored with them Buffy grinds to a Fray-like halt, too.

Is this my first anti-Whedon sentiment? And is it about punctuality?

Shieeesshhhh.