My signing at Forbidden Planet this past Wednesday was a thrill! Have you ever lugged 100lbs of future landfill around one of the most crowded cities on earth, occasionally dropping it down a flight of subway stairs? Thriiillllliiinnnng. Here are the highlights!
|Forbidden Planet! Within this treasury of glories are wonders that would make any Mr. Magorium close up shop and move back in with his mother!|
|And here’s your hero, thumbs all a-uppin’, completely oblivious to the fact that soon he will be trying in vain to sell his book to people who have already decided to spend their disposable income on the original French graphic novel of Snow Piercer. (How the fuck was I supposed to know that was my competition?? I loved that movie!)|
|This man asked me to sign his book “To My Biggest Fan”. He also had me sign it on his penis, which was awkward because he already had Rob Liefeld’s signature tattooed there, and Rob really hogged the shaft.|
|Lobot is one of my biggest fans, but he better slim down if he wants to land a cameo in Episode VII.|
|This fellow hailed from China, and he kept politely asking me when I planned to “pay him back”. I said I didn’t know what he was talking about, and he gave me an address–|
|–which led to this giant computer that is apparently trying to calculate pi to its last digit. Sorry, chum! I guess some jokes just don’t translate!|
|This is Marcus, who was the inspiration for Hughie (really!) When I told him I had no plans for a Hughie tee he got a little upset at my throat.|
|It’s not just the comic market: whole families hate Weapon Brown!|
|I thought Mark here was Hulking out, trying to tear up my phonebook-sized tome! Actually, he was stroking out! (Sorry I didn’t call the paramedics faster, Mark! You look good with half your face paralyzed, though…)|
Thanks to Jeff, Drew, Alec and the rest of the crew at FP for making my day a joy. As for the millions of New Yowkas who didn’t turn out to see me? Die of Ebola, bitches.
Robot 6, the mighty Jaeger defending America’s East Coast, is also a comic book critic with much love for Weapon Brown! Read his review of my mighty graphic novel at Comic Book Resources.
And the megastorm of Weapon Brown coverage continues! Here’s another review from Doug Glassman at Collected Editions. (For those of you looking for a favorable review, Doug does accept bribes in the form of “likes” for his Facebook photo of his nephew dumping ravioli on his head. Adorable!)
Know someone who should be reviewing Weapon Brown? Send me their link!
So by now, unless you have been living under a rainwater-filled tire with a guy named Three-toed Benny (he’s a nice guy as long as you don’t touch his poncho), you have heard of the national practical joke that is the Potato Salad Kickstarter.
Started by some guy as a lark to raise $10.00 with which to make a potato salad, a spotlight cast on the project by Cnet.com turned this novelty fundraising campaign into the biggest “fuck you” ever conceived pf to those trying to raise money through other crowdfunding platforms to buy a second hand artificial leg. In just nine days the campaign has raised over $47,000, with three weeks left to go.
Could Americans suffering trough a depression really have this much disposable income to squander on a modern day “man-eating chicken” con? Is the money perhaps flowing from the idle rich, a cynical protest against increasing the minimum wage, perhaps?
Let’s not raise a guillotine on the National Mall just yet. The bulk of the money gathered by Potato Salad appears to be coming from people pledging $3.00 or less for the thrill of having their names spoken aloud in a video while a guy named Zack Danger Brown folds mayonnaise into a bowl of potatoes. Ccome to think of it… oil up the guillotine anyway!)
More galling still is the proliferation of imitators hoping to cash in on this gimmick with potato salad schemes of their own. In the past few days, moocher campaigns begun by schmucks hoping to score a year’s income merely by asking for ten dollars to buy produce have sprouted like antlers from a month-old potato. One wishes that evolution had coded for a form of instant, fast-growing stomach cancer that would emerge immediately inside people who try to parasitize a complete fluke in this way.
Here are a few of the campaigns launched by America’s glue-sniffing population, most of whom also share dreams of being the twentieth caller to “The Storm” 105.5′s Bruno Mars ticket giveaway:
And this is but a sliver of what are probably hundreds of such campaigns, each elbowing each other for the right to be the last to get the joke.
These campaigns all promise a better variety of potato salad, or a superior type of salad (“LONG LIVE EGG SALAD!” Travis Kelly Spurn writes beneath the stolen photo of a scrumptious sandwich illustrating his unfunded campaign). Still other drives promise a different class of comestible altogether.
“So I decided I wanted to make ice cream for the first time,” reads the introduction to a Kickstarter by a man named “J” (all these cling-on campaigns imitate the ambivalence of the original, just in case it is ironic detachment and not potato salad itself which hold the keys to the kingdom). J is begging for $100.00 to be dropped in his tin cup over the next 56 days. Better be careful with your credit cards, hipsters ! J’s arm probably has enough track marks to be mistaken for a Seurat.
In 56 days, if Jay isn’t sitting in County for a parole violation, he will probably have forgotten he began a campaign in the first place. The cancellation notice from Kickstarter will go straight to his spam folder. This begs the question: why has Kickstarter permitted these frivolous campaigns at all? Kickstarter, if you’ll remember, was intended to help inventors, film makers and handsome cartoonists scrape up the capital for actual, market-worthy projects. Lately, however, it has become the playground for already monied parties to soak up pity-cash from the public (the admittedly cheeky Bee and Puppycat campaign comes to mind), and now this: a completely unfettered policy of any-crap-goes.
Kickstarter is still a crowd funding platform and not a Kevin Smith movie, right?
UPDATE: The final tally: $55,492! (The egg salad Kickstarter has raised $20.00 to date, exceeding its goal by 18%.)
So we’ve all seen it now, the Daily Outrage, a woman in a parking lot acting like a genuine asshole to a man whose asshole pedigree is at least uncertain. What is certain is that if you want to see a white woman shout the word “nigger” as often as has been shouted by anyone on screen since Django Unchained, there’s a video with your name on it. Here it is, if you simply must.
To me, the racial politics involved, which are ostensibly the reason for the public’s fascination with this video (it already has over five million YouTube views in less than three days), are less interesting than the angle of this video as public shaming. The Internet mob has reveled in their ability to throw virtual cabbages at this woman in the name of self-righteousness. Below are just a sprinkling of the comments this video has engendered. As you will see, they will issue a high horse to just about anyone these days:
At first I was pissed than I watched the video and realized the man was dealing with a Trailer Trash crazy woman.
This frazzled, squirrelly-looking, “bipolar” Italian B*tch needs to be committed.
This lady is absolutely crazy and probably not fit to nuture [sic] her children.
There is a special place in hell for cunts like her
What a piece of garbage! She is the real ni** er!!!!
I hope this video goes vial [sic] enough for whatever New York’s version of child protective services gets involved.
Did she say how many cops she’s stripped for?What happened to this small-minded stripper afterwards?
I would have fucked that bitch up. Even though im not black … man thats too far. Bitches need to learn(…)
Oh, and let us not forget…
… pardon my language but she is a absolute f*cking b*tch, crack wh*re, stupid c*nt pig f*cker.
(At least he had the decency to use asterisks. Now he won’t have to confess this on Sunday!)
So, congratulations, IAMOYAB (the aggrieved party’s name on YouTube)! You have avenged your wounded dignity at the cost of all womankind.
Am I saying that this harridan’s Michael Richards-worthy tirade is at all legitimate? Of course not. Even if it were merely a cheap, cheap attack instead of a regurgitation of her inner Klansmen, it would still be apalling. The question is, did we need to know about it? “Racism is alive and well” the video’s maker comments in his voiceover. Well… not so alive and well that you didn’t know you could post a video like this and win instant sympathy from half the world, much of it couched in the language of misogyny.
Should he have not posted the video? Shit, I can hardly pretend not to have chuckled at similarly embarrassing clips. Maybe I feel a bit closer to the reality of it all since this outburst was recorded in Cheektowaga, NY (my neck of the woods), or perhaps it is empathy after the woman dug her hole deeper still when she engaged in a mortifying call-in to a local radio station to share her side of the story (“I have a black cousin!” she reported).
Really though, I am bothered by what this video is not, which is just deserts. The man in the car, insulted as he was, has multiplied the unpleasantness a thousand-fold by putting out the video unedited (except for the action he himself may or may have not committed that set the woman off), blasting the offender’s identity to the world at large. This is, of course, what any pissed-off person would do if he had a forum and no internal editor. Thanks to the Internet Aeon, where everyone is their own magazine, radio program and late-night talk show, he was able to wreck the havoc he thought his slanderer deserved. But if this video had to be shown, then at least he should have pixelated the woman’s face, allowing her words to damn her while sparing her family (if no one else). And if he didn’t have the skill to pull that off, then just maybe he should have resisted the urge to pin YouTube’s scarlet play button to her chest for all time.
Am I being too lenient on Eva Braun? My own sister-in-law recently insisted I pull a photograph of her off my website. The picture? Her at her post-maternity best, in a hospital bed holding her newborn son. She works in corporate America, and this image is somehow undignified. Fine, the picture is gone–but a fix will not be so easy for today’s potential Daily Show nugget. Who knows what this woman’s rant–AND HITTING BELOW THE BELT HAS BEEN KNOWN TO HAPPEN IN FIGHTS, PEOPLE–will ultimately cost her that you yourself would have to admit is an ounce too much? Yet in our Voyeuracracy, your least sin is considered worthy of a lifetime of retribution.
This event–recorded, disseminated, ladled to the anonymous sharks of the comment zone like so much chum– now has the public weight of what we have traditionally called “news”. But it’s not. News has integrity and serves the public good in the telling of it. That’s why we don’t call TMZ “news”. That’s why we don’t call Fox News “news”.
Certainly the word “nigger” is not news. I challenge the offended party to surrender his iPod to see just how often that word comes up in his playlists! And a crazy woman shouting “nigger” until she needs a lozenge is not news either (I’ve had such a display happen right outside my own home, and it made me wince, but I don’t want my neighbor’s name added to a registry over it).
What we have here is a common novelty, and it will be forgotten by tomorrow, except by the woman, whose cloddish disgrace is now fodder for a tsk-tsking as far away as the Australian outback, and the maker of the video, who even now is beset by sugar plum dreams of monetizing those five million views. The only winner in all this is Poo-Pourri, the foul toilet product whose ads are running before the video. Good luck getting some of that ad revenue, IAMOYAB. You haven’t really done much for race relations, but at least there is a way to keep your shit from stinking.
|“If you must hold one book at waist height this year, I’d recommend Weapon Brown. (I was not compensated for this endorsement… I was given a copy of Weapon Brown instead.)”|
|My fans, the Kleinmartin-Barbecue family, could barely contain their happiness at reading Weapon Brown! “Gorge” is the same as happiness, right?|
I saw this clip of John Oliver’s show (wait… when did he get a show? The durn world is changing’ on me!) having to do the the FCC’s upcoming decision on Net Neutrality rules. At the end of his segment, John reminds folks that they had better commit some of the energy we use to Tweet what a bitch Justin Bieber is towards letting the FCC know what the public thinks during the open comment period. I agree!
If you want the Internet to keep functioning the way it is, democratically, instead of being transformed into a corporate asset the way radio and television have become, make your voice heard! Because you better believe that the first thing we’ll lose when the telecoms make the rules is any easy way to challenge them.
(My own manifesto, submitted to the FCC, goes like this:)
The Internet has proven to be the most important democratizing force of the new century. It has bulldozed barriers to communication, commerce and creativity, and created a real and needed challenge to the ability of a moneyed few to control the American political discourse.
Net Neutrality is undeniably needed to prevent the pirating of this new commons, the Internet, which must be maintained in the manner that best serves the People, and not treated as a commodity unto itself for the benefit of an aggressive and undemocratic class of elites.