Having seen the teaser images from X-Men #11, who came up with the hoodie and ball cap outfit for Jubilee, you or Clay Mann? Regardless I'm really loving it. It's kind of oddly perfect. Can't wait for X-Men #10 and #11.
thats all clay. he and i are really letting each other do our thing in our parts.
i can’t wait to see what he turns out for his arc. I’m so excited.
I can’t believe I’m saying this already, but the end of The Massive is a real thing. Not that its being cancelled, but its a 30-issue series and in terms of the writing, I’m nearly ready to start the final arc.
This is what we’re looking at:
#19-21 - the “BLOC” arc, drawn by Garry. This revisits the Arkady/Callum thing from #4, brings Mag into the mix, and is all about their past as soldiers, a crumbling Europe, secrets and lies and accusations and resolutions.
#22-24 - the “SAHARA” arc, drawn by Danijel Zezelj, is an aside, detailing what Mary’s been up to this last half year. Its a fantastic high-concept arc, it gives us a look into the mercurial mind of Mary, one really important reveal, but its also a pause before we sprint into:
#25-30 - the end arc! Title TBA. Drawn by Garry.
Back to BLOC. All series long I’ve been hinting at shit, related to Mary, the missing Massive, the transponder from #3, and so on and so on. The mystery of the Crash itself. The last few pages of #21 drop multiple bombs on that front. Don’t think I’ve been forgetting about things or abandoning ideas… it all circles back in that issue. And like I’ve been saying all along, there’s a very good reason why this series is labelled sci-fi.
When I pitched this book back in, I dunno, 2008? to Vertigo, the pitch was the ending… the whole series is the ending, and its the one element to this series that hasn’t changed in all this time. It’s the bright red target I’ve been steering the story at all this time… from early development at Vertigo, through different artists, to Dark Horse, and so on. This ending is probably the best kept secret of my career.
Hey, so I’m scheduled to be a guest at London Super Con in March, but because of family issues I have to be close to home for that month. I’m sorry about this, I’ve already made it right with the organizers (who were totally cool, thanks for that), and maybe someday I’ll make it back to London.
My new pal Peter sports his Ninth Wave tee as Sea Shepherd preps to set sail. Peter is the captain of the Sea Shepherd/Whale Wars vessel Bob Barker, and the writer of a great introduction in The Massive Vol 2, which is out this month.
Weird question: I just started crossfit in the past month or so and i love it. I am pretty scrawny and not super naturally athletic so i am like the class clown, but I really like it anyway. Wondering though, I am getting some neck pain and weird intense headaches. Have you had any injuries/physical issues with crossfit? What have your challenges been? I am thinking of also trying yoga for strecthing etc. Anyway comic-wise i wait for trades, so i'm wicked excited for Primer in a couple weeks!
I experienced those headaches early on… really intense pounders that would essentially force me to stop the workout, and they would last for hours and even days. The first one I got, I considered going to the ER. At the advice of my coach, I made the following changes:
I increased my sleep overall, especially the nights before a WOD. I would try and get a minimum of 9 hours sleep. I hydrated like crazy, even drinking a pedialyte or gatorade on the way to the box. And I made sure I had a good breakfast a couple hours before, lots of protein, fats, and good carbos. The headaches stopped immediately, and over time I was able to dial back some of these measures and determine what, for me, was the thing I needed to do to avoid the exertion headaches… for me I found I don’t need QUITE that much sleep, I don’t need the pedialyte at all, but I do need a decent amount of food. My breakfasts are some sort of meat, almonds mixed in plain full fat greek yogurt, an apple, and a lot of water.
As far as your neck, I don’t know. I assume you have a good coach so just ask them, it may just be a matter of a minor correction in form or the need to stretch better. If your gym offers a mobility class, try it out (it was hugely helpful for me). Yoga is good too, for a variety of reasons. If i had the time in my schedule, I would probably do 50/50 yoga/CrossFit.
I was never particularly athletic… I ran track in high school and was a skateboarder and snowboarder for a good while, but I dislike formal competition and in no way do I have the mentality that most people think of when they think of an “athlete”. Which is why CrossFit, I think, has been so great for me. I like the data-collecting aspect, the ability to scale and adjust for a personal fit, to compete against myself, and the range of people and types that I share my workouts with (all ages, all genders, all body types, etc).
I realize I never followed up on the breast cancer fundraiser I did, after the actual event took place. I won’t bore you all with the details of the workout, but it went well and it was a good time and I enjoyed this great sense of community and mutual support.
You all helped me raise $810 bucks, which is enough for ten people in need to get mammograms, and collectively my gym is providing for over fifty screenings. So well done, everyone.
The MARA shirts should be coming back to me now and I’ll mail them straight away.
When I was younger I used to be pretty active with fundraising and political demonstrations and charity work, but since the kids came I’ve had little time to do anything beyond writing checks. This is just the first step in what I hope will be me re-engaging in a more personal and direct way for the causes I believe in. Will keep you all posted.
When I was 15, my mother collapsed suddenly and was diagnosed as having a very aggressive – well, its always aggressive – glioblastoma, a brain tumor. And she was terminal, was only a matter of time.
It took the entire rest of my time in high school for that to happen, and when I look back, I don’t remember much at all about school. I remember friends, my first girlfriend, and I remember skating and snowboarding, some music… but the overwhelming memory is visiting my mom in the hospital, sitting in waiting rooms during multiple surgeries, her resting in a hospital bed that got installed in our living room, and the gradual degradation of her abilities. Being woken up by her seizures at 3am, helping her to the bathroom, trying to learn about macrobiotic food, tying her head scarf, and her constant, frustrating, and profound memory lapses. She stopped being my mom at some point, essentially, and I could barely process any of it, logically or emotionally. I’m ashamed to say that I shut down in my heart and my soul, and that’s my biggest regret, looking back. She tried to talk to me, to prepare me, to share with me, but I was a kid and I couldn’t handle it at the time. And then two months before I graduated, she was gone. My older sister came and picked me up from school. We rented some videos, I think, both of us numbed out and in shock.
That was in 1990. My mom was a single mother from the time I was five, and I had lost my father when I was still in elementary school. As a parent myself, not a day goes by, and I mean that literally, that I don’t think about her and the immense effort and level of personal sacrifice it took for her to raise three of us that way. She was robbed of her life past age 47, the time meant for her to relax and enjoy her children and grandchildren, and live a life for herself. Her famous (almost) last words, I’m told, were “I wish I had more opportunity to wear purple.” She also had a magazine cutout of Sean Connery on her hospital room wall, I’m a tad mortified to say. No idea who put that up for her.
A few years ago my wife’s mother finally passed away after close to a decade battling breast cancer. I never knew her when she wasn’t sick. When we got the news, I broke down, and I knew I was finally letting go of some of the denial and pain I bottled up for twenty years. And I can finally say, in a clear voice, that I miss my mom.
I went to college with the little bit of money from the sale of her condo. I have a few photos to show my kids when they ask. She took me on several amazing trips to Scotland (she was first generation American) before she got sick, which to this day fuels my creativity and my imagination and my writing. My daughter has her height, and my son has her eyes. I have painful memories and regrets I’ll probably spent the rest of my life working through, and I’m fine with that.
I’ve been looking for some way to use whatever meager platform I have to do something… partly out of thanks to the cancer organizations that helped us out way back when, partly to atone for so many years of inaction on my part. I’ve always donated money, but always knew I could do more. This breast cancer fundraiser is small in the grand scheme of things, but profoundly important to me personally. I realized the most important thing I have isn’t some marginal platform as a comics writer, but all of you, the people reading this now. So I don’t just thank those of you who donated, but everyone listening to me talk about it here.