6 replies on “Teamworking Day: Mark Millar Thinks This is Smart Part 2”
This has to be written Marvel-style, right? I’m much more inclined to believe that Mark Millar repeatedly wrote dialogue that contradicted the art than that Rafael Albuquerque repeatedly drew panels that contradicted the script.
I calculate that there is a 97% chance that someone else is upset that Prodigy. isn’t about one of Spider-Man’s four alter-egos during Identity Crisis, but there is a 3% chance that a third person gives a shit about Identity Crisis or remembers any of Spidey’s other identities.
So let me see if I have the rules down:
A battle decided not with physical combat, but with faux-intellectual trash talking, is won by whichever participant can claim the most esoteric of esoteric fighting knowledge.
COMBATANT A: I am a 20th degree Grand Master of every martial art know to humanity.
COMBATANT B:. I’ve mastered 66⁶
Shit…Hit “post” by accident, and this charmingly anachronistic comment section has no edit function. May try again later.
I’ll never forget the time I read Wanted on the recommendation of someone who swore it was SO MUCH BETTER than the movie. It was so godawful that I made fun of it on Twitter–WITHOUT tagging Millar–and two years later he blocked me
As Prodigy. might deduce, there’s a 97.4% chance Mark Millar namesearches himself and his comics on social media and blocks all the non-geniuses who dare to look upon his works and not tremble
I met an inker from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless men of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the page,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its writer well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Millar, Writer of Writers;
Look on my Works, ye Genius, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level page stretch far away.
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6 replies on “Teamworking Day: Mark Millar Thinks This is Smart Part 2”
This has to be written Marvel-style, right? I’m much more inclined to believe that Mark Millar repeatedly wrote dialogue that contradicted the art than that Rafael Albuquerque repeatedly drew panels that contradicted the script.
I calculate that there is a 97% chance that someone else is upset that Prodigy. isn’t about one of Spider-Man’s four alter-egos during Identity Crisis, but there is a 3% chance that a third person gives a shit about Identity Crisis or remembers any of Spidey’s other identities.
So let me see if I have the rules down:
A battle decided not with physical combat, but with faux-intellectual trash talking, is won by whichever participant can claim the most esoteric of esoteric fighting knowledge.
COMBATANT A: I am a 20th degree Grand Master of every martial art know to humanity.
COMBATANT B:. I’ve mastered 66⁶
Shit…Hit “post” by accident, and this charmingly anachronistic comment section has no edit function. May try again later.
I’ll never forget the time I read Wanted on the recommendation of someone who swore it was SO MUCH BETTER than the movie. It was so godawful that I made fun of it on Twitter–WITHOUT tagging Millar–and two years later he blocked me
As Prodigy. might deduce, there’s a 97.4% chance Mark Millar namesearches himself and his comics on social media and blocks all the non-geniuses who dare to look upon his works and not tremble
I met an inker from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless men of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the page,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its writer well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Millar, Writer of Writers;
Look on my Works, ye Genius, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level page stretch far away.