Other disgruntled Marvel creators began working for Malibu, which, fearful of putting all its eggs in the Image basket, was putting together plans for a shared universe—an “Ultraverse”—of its own characters. At a Scottsdale, Arizona, resort hotel, seven creators—including Steve Gerber and Steve Englehart—brainstormed in conference rooms, by tennis courts, and next to the swimming pool. They wouldn’t own the characters they created for Malibu, but they’d get a bigger share of profits than they would from Marvel. Even more important, they could follow their imaginations to the limit, creating comics about, say, a superhero who needed alcohol to manifest his powers, or a corrupt cop who was reincarnated as a sentient mass of sewage. Gerber and Englehart had grown frustrated with the thirty years of backstory baggage involved in writing Marvel characters, with having to ask editors for permission every time they wrote a line of dialogue. Walking around the complex at the end of the weekend, Gerber turned to Englehart. “This is what Marvel used to be like.”
All-Star Superman is filled to the brim with wonderful tiny details. The way Quintum’s Kandorian chair is malformed by his weight in Chapter Ten. The way Zibarro’s costume in Chapter Seven looks like a modified Clark Kent suit. Bar-El glimpsed as the warden of the Phantom Zone in Chapter Eleven. The way the very last page illuminates a garbled comment from the Unknown Superman back in Chapter Two. But the big moment is the perfect line of dialogue. It comes in Chapter Ten, when Superman, without a second’s hesitation, takes time from his world-building feats to embrace and comfort a suicidal young girl. When he tells her, “You’re much stronger than you think you are,” they become the most moving words we have ever read in a Superman story. And they are perfect because they reveal, in one sentence, the fundamental secret of Superman and why we love him so:
Gods achieve their power by encouraging us to believe in them.
Superman achieves his power by believing in us.”
Mark Waid, in the introduction to All-Star Superman, Volume 2
Happy 75th Anniversary, Superman(via beeftony)
Officially in tears.
“No wonder I need, you needed, we all needed Clark Kent a lifetime ago. And as we slip, slide, and catapult ourselves, yelling, into the Future, Clark Kent will go with us to make sure that Superman will catch us.” - Ray Bradbury
JON STEWART, reacting to gun nuts who fear that attempts at reasonable gun control laws will lead to “government taking away your guns” and who predict the rise of new Stalins and Hitlers as a result, on The Daily Show.
Jon was particularly on point tonight.
I declared that the series “looks to be the heart and soul of the relaunched DCU.”
I was wrong. And that was soon obvious to most readers who picked up the first couple of issues of “Action Comics.” It wasn’t something people needed to buy or read or even look in the direction of. And it certainly wasn’t the “heart and soul of the relaunched DCU.”
It was a flawed sidebar, at best. A lumpy, sometimes unattractive piece of furniture that was off to the side of the DCU. I don’t know what ended up becoming the true heart and soul of the New 52, maybe nothing (and maybe that’s a larger problem), but it certainly wasn’t “Action Comics.””
I think Ms. Rand and my character Oscar the Grouch would have a lot to talk about actually. I am laughing out loud at this idea.
Why would I want to talk to him. What has he achieved or trying to achieve.
He has achieved what I think is the ultimate goal of your way of thinking.
Isolation. Contempt for others. A hard heart. Yet even he can muster a bit of empathy every now and then.
I am not isolated. I have no contempt for others. Millions of people read my books and find my thoughts inspirational. I hardly spend my time on the sidelines in a trash can grumping.
Not yet anyway.
If pro wrestling uses largely white, largely male babyface characters to be socially cruel to women, or minorities, or people who are differently abled, or the LGBTQ community for the benefit of a largely white, largely male, perfectly abled and straight audience, it sticks out to me. It’s an extraneous thing a lazy person added to pro wrestling to sell it to a stupid audience. If a bad guy does the same thing and gets his ass kicked for it, that’s also good. That’s teaching simple, straight-forward lessons to people impressionable enough to watch wrestling. I know, I’m one of them.
The problem is that a good guy never gets comeuppance for the hateful shit he does. Punk will look like a coward for his statements, be berated for them by people we respect (Jim Ross, Mick Foley) and get his ass kicked. He got his ass kicked last night. We didn’t even have to wait. Rock calls Cena a fag (in so many words) and sells 100,000 t-shirts, wins at WrestleMania and is a popular movie star idol. Bad guys should do bad things, good guys shouldn’t, and one should be accepted as ethically superior to the other. If we could get both sides operating on the same wavelength, wrestling would be pretty good, and I could shut up and just tell you which moves I liked.”