Now that I'm out of denial, I'll take that syringe of Paxil, please.
Today is a dark day, my fellow citizens.
It's Rich Johnston's very last Lying in the Gutters column.
How am I going to henceforth spend my Mondays? I mean, really, I've got nothing to get me through the next few decades of torpid Sunday nights and interminable reruns of Desperate Housewives.
You may love him or you may hate him, but I think we can all agree that Rich is endowed with giant manjewels. You may hope that he's scalped, thrown in a vat of nitric acid and then flayed with a dull Wusthof-Trident potato peeler or you may hope that he's eternally bathed in golden light and fed sweet peeled grapes by dancing clones of (a naked) Mae West, but Rich is simply Rich, and therein in the tautology lies his genius.
I've always loved that Rich is iconoclastic and utterly not afraid to piss off publishers, creators, and/or fans with his reporting. In fact, the more big names that Rich pissed off over the years? The better I loved him.
Ah, Rich. I feel like van Gogh having his absinthe spoon snatched away from him. What will I do without you?
I sincerely hope that LITG isn't dead and gone forever.
Oh, and Rich reported today that the possible new creative team for the Justice League of America book?
Grant Morrison and Jim Lee. (Morrison once said something to the effect of "Wonder Woman isn't like you and me; she's a GOLEM." This makes me not want Morrison near the JLA again anytime soon.) Hey, it'll be just like that Morrison/Lee Wildc.a.t.s. 4.0 project, right?!
...Right?
...Right?
Ewwww. I now feel UNCLEAN. Thanks, Rich.
It's Rich Johnston's very last Lying in the Gutters column.
How am I going to henceforth spend my Mondays? I mean, really, I've got nothing to get me through the next few decades of torpid Sunday nights and interminable reruns of Desperate Housewives.
You may love him or you may hate him, but I think we can all agree that Rich is endowed with giant manjewels. You may hope that he's scalped, thrown in a vat of nitric acid and then flayed with a dull Wusthof-Trident potato peeler or you may hope that he's eternally bathed in golden light and fed sweet peeled grapes by dancing clones of (a naked) Mae West, but Rich is simply Rich, and therein in the tautology lies his genius.
I've always loved that Rich is iconoclastic and utterly not afraid to piss off publishers, creators, and/or fans with his reporting. In fact, the more big names that Rich pissed off over the years? The better I loved him.
Ah, Rich. I feel like van Gogh having his absinthe spoon snatched away from him. What will I do without you?
I sincerely hope that LITG isn't dead and gone forever.
Oh, and Rich reported today that the possible new creative team for the Justice League of America book?
Grant Morrison and Jim Lee. (Morrison once said something to the effect of "Wonder Woman isn't like you and me; she's a GOLEM." This makes me not want Morrison near the JLA again anytime soon.) Hey, it'll be just like that Morrison/Lee Wildc.a.t.s. 4.0 project, right?!
...Right?
...Right?
Ewwww. I now feel UNCLEAN. Thanks, Rich.