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Geek Dad War Journal: You Had Me At Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos by David Quinn and Jodi Tong

Geek Dad War Journal: You Had Me At Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos by David Quinn and Jodi Tong — Illustration © Jodi Tong ( 2012

“I believe the children are our future.” 

“I also believe that when you travel into the past, you won’t alter the future, only create an alternate timeline.”

 Geek Dad War Journal

 -February 2012

-The Breakfast Table*

Children possess an uncanny ability to learn, sponging up facts, ideas, and behaviors 24/7. Like the Borg. But they sing and make you Valentines.

Geek Dad groks this, and leverages every little miracle like this he can get… in his never-ending mission.

His prime directive: Keep the first grader safe and healthy in mind, body and spirit. Nurture, protect and lead by example. Inspire her to choose what’s right in an often-wrong world. Prepare her for a life of learning.

And make it to the bus on time.

La Principessa: I hate Chinese homework. Vampires don’t have to do Chinese homework.

Geek Dad War Journal: Wampires did their Chinese homevork in the Old Country, my Baby Grrrrl… ahhh, the Children of the Night, vhat music they make.

 La Principessa: Don’t do Dracula. Dracula freaks me out, actually.

 Geek Dad War Journal: Eat your pancakes and finish one page, please.

La P: I love you, Big Daddy. You’re the best daddy in the world. Hug!

Hug! Then…

GDWJ: Wǒ yě ài nǐ. Bàba ài wawa. <I love you, too. Daddy loves baby.> Now, no stalling, please, honey. You still have to brush your hair, face and teeth. And please don’t say hate. That’s such a lazy word, and you’re not a lazy person, okay, babe?

 La P: You said brush my face!

GDWJ: Just checking to see if you’re listening. Okay, okay, ten minutes till the bus, we’ll finish that page this afternoon before swimming. Eat.

La P: Is a lazy word a bad word? I know lots of bad words, actually. Daddy, David on the bus said a bad word. David said “sexy.”


 Geek Dad War Journal Action Note: Consult child peer population database; ensure David knows that you work at home, keep your guns clean and have mapped the entire bus route.

 GDWJ: Okay, and why did you think that was a bad word?

La P: Um, well, y’know, Lisa said her mommy said it’s a bad word, actually, in England, where a long time ago people used to, um, y’know, speak English.

GDWJ: Well, what do you think sexy means?

She dances in her chair.

 La P: It means you are on stage and a lady, a lady, a sexy lay-deeee.

Illustration © Jodi Tong ( 2012


 What would Sun Tzu do?

GDWJ: I’m not sure that’s really what that word means. Let’s look it up after swimming tonight.

When you’ve forgotten all about this…

GDWJ: Till then, let’s not use that word at school, okay? Or in front of Mama. Or anybody’s mama.

La P: Lisa likes Justin Beaver, but I think he’s the worst. I think he sings like a girl, um, well, y’know.

GDWJ: Mmm… you’re smart to keep an open mind.

La P: Remember in Tiny Titans, Beast Boy liked Terra and hearts came out of his mind, heart heart heart heart?

GDWJ: That was a great story. Hey, want to read that to me tonight?

La P: And Beast Boy changed into a puppy, poof. But puppies aren’t green, actually.

GDWJ: Speaking of poof, are you done with your pancakes?

La P: Bàba, my pancakes are cold. Warm them up.

 GDWJ: What’s the magic word?

La P: Shazam!

 GDWJ: Okay, another magic word.

La P: Azarath Metrion Zinthos!

 GDWJ: Try again…

La P: Engage!

 GDWJ: I’ll accept English, Mandarin or Espanol.

La P: Not Bizarro?

GDWJ: Come on, you know it…

La P: Fine. Warm them up, por favor?

GDWJ: Fine. I’m warming them up. But tonight, we finish that page before swimming. Because you know who likes it when you do your Chinese homework? Tinkerbell. And when you don’t do it, her light flickers out.

La P: You made that up! Tinkerbell’s not real, you know.

GDWJ: Pancakes.

La P: They’re too hot! Actually, I’m joking. I’m done. Time to wash my face and brush my teeth! Hug!

Hug! Then…

GDWJ: Ugh! Did you just use me as a napkin?

 La P: Wawa ai Bàba.

“He who knows when he can fight and when he cannot will be victorious.”

– The Art of War, Sun Tzu (600 BC)

David Quinn is Diane’s husband, Olivia’s dad and an independent producer of branded content.

 Geek Dad War Journal is a work of fiction. Ish.



Tiny Titans copyright DC

*Originally posted 2/8/2112, refreshed here today with the addition of some fine illustrations by Jodi Tong!

Terras Irradient*

I’m visiting my college for a reunion – the first formal one I’ve attended, though I made my way back there once before at a critical turning point, which I’ll detail in a bit. And it’s got me thinking about learning.

Okay, I felt a lot of clicking away right there.

But that’s cool — I’ll try to make this quick. Because it may not be as melodramatic, absurd, sexy or hate-fuelled as the rest of the web this morning…  but what I have to write to you here just might save you, or someone you know, from wasting precious seconds of your life.

Fun fact: when we left college, we knew everything. Decades later, it’s our kids who know everything, and we’ve grown wise enough to know that the day that we stop learning, we’re dead.

Because that’s what literacy means on the twenty-first century clock.

Not what you’ve learned about words. Not what you’ve memorized about numbers. Not what you’ve mastered in media, culture and technology. No, not even what you know you know about people, places or things.

Literacy, simply put, means the ability to learn…  and recreate yourself.

Some call it information literacy, adaptive literacy, learning literacy. (Lotta trees perished so that volumes of scholarly work on the subject might see bookshelves. Lotta trees.) I just call it literacy.

Because that’s where literacy lives right now, and will live for some time – not what you’ve learned, but your ability to learn, to teach yourself. Including, at times, your agility when learning requires unlearning – dumping what doesn’t cut it anymore – and mastering a dance that’s new.

I once stood up during a freshman psychology exam, said loudly, “Everything you know is wrong,” and sat back down to continue writing.

Yeah, I was that kind of smart ass.

But the laughter that followed, and the surprise, helped us all clear our thoughts, relax and get to work. And more than that, I think I had the right instinct.

Because we create the future by rendering the past obsolete…  or at the very least, incomplete. We dump…  and dance on.

I mentioned at the top that I returned to my old school before. That story should illuminate my point: five years past my undergraduate degree, I was asked by a mentor, my former writing professor, to come talk to students about “a life in the arts.” I was seriously conflicted, I told my friend.

I was crashing.

My band was traveling to promote our first album, negotiating terms to record a second. But we were the indie act, the warm-up act, the grungy punks in the little bus – in the music business, indie wouldn’t have cachet and clout til a couple of years later. Worse, it was a frustrating strain dragging the band together to develop new songs through financial pressure and some ugly substance abuse issues.

And that wasn’t all. My other creative outlet was theater – chiefly, writing and performing off-off-broadway. But, I told my friend, I had hit a wall there, too. Twenty years ago, Off-Off-Broadway was vital, the place to create – but what was once revolutionary was now just the smaller, poorer cousin of dead corporate theater.

(Okay, I would learn later that vital regional theaters existed all over the country. They were rare, but very alive. But I was living and working in NYC, non-negotiable, so I missed out, there.)

In short, I told my friend I wasn’t  his dream speaker. I was a rock star in one neighborhood, a produced downtown playwright, okay, but broken and dirty and moving on. Looking for what was next. If anything, I was going to send his students shrieking to pre-med and pre-business disciplines.

“I should come back when I’m done recreating myself, you know, the whole phoenix from the ashes plot always works.”

“Talk to them about that,” he said.

There’s a reason I call him a mentor. Still do.

And so I told my story. I was blunt. Students later told me I was pretty brutal. But they got that I wasn’t going to waste any more precious seconds of my life feeling stuck. I had the ability – and agility – to remake myself, and with a little luck, I was doing it.

I hadn’t yet worked out my little theory, the new literacy, but I was putting it into action instinctively. What I had learned as a writer, a performer and a creator of dramas for the rock show and the live theater, I knew I could make that the foundation and energy source for two new kinds of writing: comic books and related media and storytelling within business.

I would unlearn what I had to, teach myself what I needed, and take the next creative trip with the same energy I had once given punk rock – take my writing as far as I could.

Hopefully, reaching more people. Hopefully, getting paid.

It began with Faust: Love of the Damned and a business writing consulting gig for an international bank. I lost a lot of sleep working on both…  and learned. At times, the only way to get through it was to think of it as a performance…  I played a person who knew how to write all that I had to write.

That wasn’t the last time I hit a wall creatively. And I know I will be in crisis again someday. But with practice, you perfect that literacy we all need today – the literacy of learning in order to recreate yourself.

*Terras Irradient is NOT Latin for “Cover Your Ass” or “Fake It Till You Make It.”

It’s “Let them bring light to the world.” Kind of an ancient way of saying, ”With great power comes great responsibility.” That’s the motto and mandate of my old school, and on my good days, I try to live that. Have a nice Memorial Day Weekend – I’ll be back in two weeks.


We Ain’t Got Money, Honey, But We Got Rain; Charles Bukowski Wrote That

Faust: Love of the Damned, by David Quinn and Tim Vigil is 25 this year

To make the writing life work, you simply focus on the work in front of you – in any weather. You get all the business lined up…  for the pleasure and privilege of the writing itself.

This week began with the weekend’s MoCCA Fest, a lively international alt-comics show in NYC. Besides seeing and working with my diverse, talented collaborators in this arena, I was also pleased that That Respected Editor (AKA TRE, name withheld for his own good) stopped by the Not for Children Children’s Books table.

Michael Davis and I have been developing a project or two for TRE for over a year. We’re convinced he’s the right editor for our story, because he gets what we are trying to do and sees his job as helping us make sure we grab as many hearts and minds as possible. He’s not a frustrated writer out to hammer our story into his own… he’s a keen reader who can nudge and pull and cajole us to tell the story we want to tell better than if we were left alone. That’s a quality that’s much rarer in comics and other media development than it should be.

I’m paraphrasing a bit, here, but TRE mentioned that he had pitched our story as one of the most original and exciting points of view in heroic storytelling since (Howard Chaykin’s) American Flagg, and if the decision-maker would only read my treatment, TRE didn’t see how he could pass.

I was in a good mood after that.

That, in the writing life, is the good weather.

But like I said, it’s not about the weather. It’s about focusing on the work in front of you, doing your best, whatever the weather.

So, a bit exhausted from the con – hey, I am a word-guy and a work-at-home dad, I don’t usually talk to people that much – it’s time to get my ass in the chair and polish off two white papers for a marketing services client. Basically, I am doing for my client what my editor promises to do for us – understand their story that they tell about how they work, and help them tell it powerfully so their “thought leadership,” reputation and business grow.

That’s not the weather. It’s the work. But when I am done, I think I’ve made solid improvements, so I pass the documents back to my client for review and run to my daughter’s school bus.

Time to give Olivia a snack and help her with her reading and Mandarin language. This can take a lot of energy, but it sustains itself. Helping my daughter learn is even better than good weather. It’s a job that matters.

The next day, the press starts to hit on our 25th Anniversary Celebration of Faust announced on Ain’t It Cool News and the positive feedback and interest that lights up the web is once again good weather.

Of course, this being the web, there’s a little hate in with the love. A few little head explosions of righteous geek venom when Rich at Bleeding Cool comments, “There was Watchmen. There was Dark Knight. And there was Faust.

But there’s actually not as much sniping as I expected, actually. It’s overwhelmed by readers genuinely pleased by the news – and down for Quinn and Vigil’s Faust finale. Several big-hearted colleagues trumpet and retweet the news. (I know our little DIY adult comic will need all the attention we can get when the Faust trade collections come out again starting this summer, and the final two issues hit this fall.)

Good weather?


Must be my day to strap in to the dentist for some long overdue dental surgery. Uncomfortable weather. Followed by a chance to take Olivia to a park. Carpe Diem weather.

And when I’ve recovered from that, it’s Friday morning: no notes on the white papers from my client yet, so I have some time to write this blog and work on some song lyrics for my virtual zombie punk band, The Romeros.

Has TRE has landed our project? Godspeed, but I’m not even thinking of that right now.

To make the writing life work, you simply focus on the work in front of you – in any weather. I remind myself. You get all the business lined up…  for the pleasure and privilege of the writing itself. Look at the writing life that way. Just don’t get blown away by that weather.


I Know You Are, But What Am I? By The Littlest Bitch

The Littlest Bitch, The First Not For Children Children’s Book™ Copyright David Quinn, Michael Davis and Devon Devereaux – from Sellers Publishing

Shoot to the bottom of this post to learn how you can meet The Littlest Bitch in person. Till then, this week features an excerpt from:

I Know You Are, But What Am I? The Littlest Bitch’s Five Excellent Tips for Excellent Leadership

People ask me how I, Isabel, demonstrate excellent leadership totally excellently.

Well, at least Mummy asks. She doesn’t shut up about it. I tell her George Clooney’s on the porch, then when she runs out there, I deadbolt the door. Peace and quiet at last.

Anyway, here are my five top tips, for those of you who aspire to the Executive Suite:

1. Walk the Walk.

Inspire your workforce by what you do, not simply what you say.

Lip service to employee development and hollow promises like “pay for performance” just don’t cut it anymore. No, no, no, no – instead, institute a “confidential” employee survey – require a social security or other unique identifier on each poll to heighten that flair of “big sister” paranoia.

You’ll truly make the little people feel little.

And, you can make all sorts of amusing changes to compensation and benefits afterwards, claiming your new scorched earth policies are “in response to employee survey results.”

You’re welcome!

2. Never Stop Learning.

You’re the boss. But your real job is to never stop learning.

I learned something today. Did you know you can serve on as many directorial boards as you want to? And do next to nothing? And be compensated for each position?

Yes, “You can take home stupid money,” as my Uncle Richard used to say as he bounced me on his lap.

Accountability. It’s for everyone. Except the board.

You’re welcome!

3. Today is Your Last Day in This Role – and You Can Have That Heart Attack Outside, Pal.

Some managers like saying, “Win-win.”

Other leaders like saying, “Team player.”

Some bosses go for, “Leverage our synergies.”

What really warms my heart and spreads my pate are those 17 little words, “Today is your last day in this role – and you can have that heart attack outside, pal!”

You’re welcome! 

4. When the Employee May Have a Weapon, Sit Near the Door and Let Your Human Resources Pawn Do All the Talking.

Quite ‘nuff said, True Believers.

You’re welcome!

5. I Don’t Care What I Asked For, I Want What I Want! 

No, no, no, no! COME ON, people, FOCUS!

Mummy! The lock is stuck! Wait, what’s that – is George taking off his shirt?

You’re welcome! 

Who is The Littlest Bitch? Little Isabel is a deliciously funny cross between the mischievous Eloise and The Bad Seed – and she’s tapped into her inner CEO to become the 5-year-old tyrant readers will love to hate. Like all good children’s stories for adults, this one has a moral – if you dream of swimming with the sharks, you just might get eaten alive! Become a fan at The Littlest B on Facebook.

New Yorkers: Meet The Littlest Bitch in person – with her lowly assistant David Quinn at MoCCA Fest, Exhibitor A11, April 28-29

MoCCA Fest Poster art by P. Craig Russell


99 Songs I Wanna Hear At My Wake: Instant Karma!

These are the songs you hear as your life flashes before your eyes the instant you die. The carpe diem dance – live with all your head, hand and heart, ONE MORE TIME. 

“Instant Karma’s gonna get you

Gonna knock you right on the head

You better get yourself together

Pretty soon you’re gonna be dead”

Rogue Beatle John Lennon’s “Instant Karma! (We All Shine On)” challenged, but ultimately was bested by his parent corporation’sLet it Be on pop charts in the grey early days of 1970 – just as the group made public their official divorce.

Listen here

Both seminal Abbey Road recordings. Both built to be played loud. (Lennon even had “PLAY LOUD” inscribed on the first pressing of his rebellious “out of school” single. Do that on your MP3.)

And both songs can save your soul. But they couldn’t be more different.

I imagine the Paul McCartney-driven anthem of anthems (#1 on those charts) took longer to develop, produce and commercialize as some operas. Not that it ever lost its spontaneous, celebratory feel…  don’t get me wrong. It’s a clean production, lushly overdubbed, serenity achieved, if your serenity screams in electric guitar epiphanies and Paul’s Little Richard whoops.

The stripped-down Plastic Ono Band stomper we’re replaying today (#3), on the other hand, was quick and dirty – immediate. Written and recorded in a day. Released still wet less than 2 weeks later.

Lennon quipped it was written for breakfast, recorded for lunch and put out for dinner.

Let it Be is the song you sing along with in Electric Church, but Instant Karma! is pirate radio, under the radar, over the emergency broadcast network… and a wake up call for the soul.

“What in the world you thinking of

Laughing in the face of love

What on earth you tryin’ to do

It’s up to you, yeah you”

Producer Phil Spector erected his fabulous Wall Of Sound around Klaus Voorman’s chthonic bass. Three descending chords, booming with maximum sustain and volume, like something out of the 1950s, where the Beatle sound was born copying American R&B in a basement in Germany – but now. Hear echoes of Elvis and his generation of crooners, especially in Lennon’s voice, but don’t be fooled – the black and white world of “Love Me Tender” has crashed and burned, gone forever.

“Well we all shine on

Like the moon and the stars and the sun” 

Pounding drums and piano chords chime in to pummel “Seize the day” into every verse. Motown hand claps shuffle swing slightly behind the beat. And ultimately, the military tattoo chorus propels us to… a new place, in spite of the nostalgia.

“Instant Karma’s gonna get you

Gonna look you right in the face

You better get yourself together darling

Join the human race”

The recording is stripped down, deliciously full of negative space, no musical wanking; the closest thing to a solo is a careening, near wipe out of a drum fill. It’s urgent.

I use this song as a wake up call for body and soul, “This is your life – don’t waste it!” Lennon would summon up many other primal scream songs in the coming years, trying to wake up the world – and himself. I love them, though I know people who find them self-indulgent.

No time for self-indulgence here. Just three minutes and twenty-one seconds of instant coffee to blow away the cobwebs.

Committing this song to vinyl DIY style was Lennon’s attempt to escape Beatles celebrity and get on with his life. Defiant in creating a new place for himself, he was also willing to give himself over to fate, embracing, with some effort, responsibility for his actions. Like Gandhi, the singer got it – we have to be the change we want to see in our world.

“How in the world you gonna see

Laughing at fools like me

Who on earth d’you think you are?

A superstar? Well right you are”

Of course, with hindsight, we know it took John Lennon a long time to get over himself and grow up. He would eventually make his marriage work. His second marriage. He would eventually be a devoted father. The second time around. And life was taken from him too soon.

But nothing diminishes his transformational songs. And in the best of them, like Instant Karma!, he’s willing to stand naked. I try to have that same courage, the first to acknowledge “fools like me” may not get it right, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try. John might say, “You don’t want a guru, it’s up to you, yeah you.”

“Why in the world are we here?

Surely not to live in pain and fear

-Instant Karma! (We All Shine On) – John Lennon

99 SONGS I WANNA HEAR AT MY WAKE will continue. You’re all invited. Shine on.


Made this week’s deadlines (all but a few contract reviews and administrative bits, sorry) minutes before my parents arrived for a long weekend – just time left to let you know that I am signing at Toronto’s Metro Toronto Convention Centre next week.

Come say hey if you are at the show. MeetThe Littlest Bitch, the first Not For Children Children’s Book created with Michael Davis and Devon Devereaux. Learn a little about a special Faust publishing event kicking off this year with another long-time collaborator, Tim Vigil. (yes, this ones been percolating for 16 years…) And bring me all your Quinn comics and stories to sign – no limit!

Haven’t signed in Canada in years, so I was eager to set aside the time to travel when Stephen Shamus asked me to come. (Thanks!)

Toronto fans are real readers, responsive and always interesting to talk to. And on the personal side, I’ll sign near my good friend, horror novelist, journalist and my editor onQueer Fear, Queer Fear 2 and Brothers of the NightMichael Rowe.

Wizard’s comic shows have re-energized themselves by looking beyond television guests and generic big two corporate comics. (I know, that was a bit of a surprise to me, too, but a pleasant one.) If you haven’t been to one in a while, check it out! You’ll remember when comic shows were about books and the people who build them. Seeya there!


Dreaming in Public

Hey, check it out five foot tall classic Luke Cage, gaggle of Slave Princess Leias, Hello Kitty, Hulk, this is Cosplay Nirvana!

Road map note: the italicized quotes in this piece are all things I’ve said witnessing cosplay at comic book conventions.

Power Girl  Power Girl  talk about your double-take!

Well, maybe some of them I just thought.

“Did he really paint everything that wasn’t concealed by his speedo Silver?”

If you need a footnote: in Cosplay, short for costume play, players adopt costumes, accessories and behaviors to represent specific characters from comics, manga or other pop culture veins. Key to the concept – they are in character, in public. Like method actors, they are not wearing a costume, Rather, they have become… themselves.

I’ve never written about this creative slice of pop culture, but I’ve been thinking about it as long as I’ve attended comic, film and horror conventions to promote my work; despite some intentional humor in my italicized comments, I don’t deride these people, their way of life or this subculture – I celebrate it.

It just wouldnt be The Black Panel without Captain America! (Hello, Eddie!)

I’m a fan.

Is this a comic con or a Harley Quinn con? I dont care!

I take pictures, engage and play with them with my daughter, ask them about their journeys, even follow them on Facebook and Twitter. I don’t play a character myself, haven’t even imagined doing so, but I my professional world would be beige, bland and generally boring without cosplay to spice it up.

How come no one dresses up as M.O.D.O.K.?


Some of you are asking, “Why?” as in “Why do they do it? Are they delusional? Is this wish fulfillment?”

“Damn, that’s a Fat Flash!”

There may be a touch of the pipe-dream in some of the characters you bump into, but I don’t think that paints the picture entirely. Even the young man who once approached me at a signing in the Midwest wearing a Crayola-d Faust mask fostered no illusion that he was my damned psycho slayer. My wife got a little nervous when he said, “I have every Faust issue. Even the ones that were… hard to find…  when I went away for a while.”

Judge? Not I, sir. Bespoke button-down, badge and uniform, hoodie or pumped-up kicks, we all wear the costume we think we’ll make us who we are supposed to be every day. These people just get a little freaky.

You have to admit, he makes a great Lt. Uhura for a guy.


And speaking of freaky…  is it all a sexual fetish?

Hmmm…  that reminds me, I started a short story about fetishized supervillain costuming I need to finish one of these days.

“Follow the fleet of Tardis girls.”

AND yes, the carnal carnival is another piece of it for some of the Sailor Moons and Wolverines you meet out there—but outside of Craigslist Dragon-Con, the scene’s just not as heavily Kink with a K as some of us imagine in our closets.

Doctor Strange just followed me into the mens room. So much for astral projection.


I mean, come on, really. Nothing says “I don’t have sex,” like Green Lantern, right?

“Dude, zombie is the new drag.”

Here’s where I come down. Beyond performance art, fantasy or sexual obsession, I see cosplay as aspirational. As in, we’re all heroes in our own stories. Some people just expend the energy to look like it.

Is that such a bad thing, compared to all the negative, hateful applications of human DNA these days?

Of course I’m not the first to propose it – Deepak Chopra, Alan Moore and Grant Morrison have all explicated, soliloquized and four-color dramatized this point in different ways – but I think we all know that our inner selves, our best possible selves, are more interesting than the face we walk behind in the mundane world. David Bowie put the words in our brains, imagining human love breaking through the Berlin Wall. The heroes we could be – just for one day – are worth cherishing.

I see Iron Man is using plastic now to give Magneto, Master of Magnetism, a headache.


Here’s what I mean by aspirational. Cosplayers remind us we don’t have to be ordinary. We all have talents, abilities, skills – we either use them to make our world better or worse. Imagine, then, if you will, accelerating those abilities to expand our sphere of influence. We might not put on a cape and fly…  but on the other hand, we might put on a cape, as one teacher did, and inspire his classroom to learn to read, write and dream.

I said I don’t dress up in costume. But I do sometimes invoke my inner super-hero. Whatever powers of communication I’ve been gifted with, I work every day to hone them. I make a conscious practice of it. Not to get too Dr. Strange, here, but I’ve even projected myself into what Chopra might call a quantum reality – to visualize using communication to help disconnected people – including me, at times, — connect and heal.

Then I wake up, sure. But then I try to do that in the mundane world, anyway.

Pikachu in a bikini. Now thats commitment.


If that’s too woo-woo for you, think about it this way. We’re all gonna die. Until then, we’re going to do things like pay taxes, struggle with bureaucracy and wait in line at the airport. Are you seeing what I am seeing when I say airport? Ugliness, incompetence, , impatience… a seething, boiling undertow of bad feeling. Everyone’s making everyone else the problem. Humanity? Drop the bombs, this story’s not getting any better.

Uh, thats not a Blade, thats the real Wesley Snipes.


Or you could visualize yourself dressed up in mutant crazy color on that airport line…  and take a moment to be human to someone. Say excuse me, say thank you, help a passenger with a carry-on. Humanity. Let’s revisit those bombs, just for a few minutes.

If you don’t get arrested, you just might help save the world, at least a few feet of it at a time. Just by being brighter, better, less hateful, and – though no one can see that you are Captain America but you – more fabulous.

Ill shake your hand, Lady Death, but please dont rub that white junk on my suit.


You might think I am really running away with my imagination, but these are the kind of thoughts I think of when I see the cosplayers dreaming in public. That’s why I wrote them this love song, heh.

Marry me, Red Sonja.


Do I really think these dress-up kids are actually saving the world? Well, I think they’re doing more for it than most of our elected representatives and AT&T.

Of course, it is also a great effing hide. Folks in the know tell me Sarah Michelle Gellar and Denzel Washington have free range walked the Comic Con International floor in Stormtrooper Drag and no one recognized him. So there’s that.

So, crazy color cosplayers, I will embrace you at the conventions in Toronto, MoCCA, CCI and NYCC this year.

All the rest of you, thanks for playing. And remember, whatever costume you’re wearing, it’s Wonder Woman or Airport. Your choice.

“Be the change you wish to see in the world.” Gandhi said that.

“With great power comes great responsibility.” Peter Parker said that.

“I’ll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours.” Bob Dylan said that.

“Reality is up for grabs.” I said that.