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Still haven't heard back from Woolly Mammoth since Monday's audition. This isn't encouraging. One would hope they'd at least send a general e-mail saying, "thanks but no thanks," y'know? That's what we did at WAC; you'd think a professional theater would be as couteous. This Sunday I actually auditioned for a short film at Montgomery College, but they never even called me back to tell me I didn't get it. Are these people cowards or just lazy? Not that I'm really bitter, mind you. My consolation prize is King-motherfucking-John, after all, and working with my best friends to be silly.

The bad news is I guess it's back to the job hunt for me.

Oh and by the way, BABE 2: PIG IN THE CITY is a fucking scary movie. I mean, in that subversive scar-the-fuck-out-of-little-kids kind of way. Mickey Rooney as a clown only helps that, but it isn't the only reason. This is a dark ass movie.

I want you guys to see something

This is the first page of BATMAN #441, part 3 of the "A Lonely Place of Dying," storyline. I first read this back when it originally came out in 1989. I was six. This was the very first comic I had ever read in my life (not counting sunday funnies, I mean *real* comic book), and this was the first page of comic I ever read. It is perhaps no coincidence then why both Batman and Two-Face have been so deeply ingrained into my consciousness ever since.

The artist was Jim Aparo, who passed away earlier this week. He had been penciling Batman since the early 70's, when artists like Aparo and Neal Adams were making way for more realism in comics. Aparo had drawn many characters, but he was most strongly associated with Batman, and he drew the Dark Knight's adventures all the way up to 2001, when he finally retired. He was there for some of Batman's most important moments, from the death of Robin (Jason Todd) to the breaking of Batman's back. For many, myself included, he is known as the definitive Batman artist (ok, admittedly, it's between him and Adams). However, his name is largely unknown to current comic readers, since to so many it would seem like they haven't read anything that's more than six years old. It is my sincerest hope that all the news of his death and his influence will encourage others to discover the man's work.

I still regret that I was never able to meet him at a convention so I could have gotten an original Two-Face drawing.

Doom has no words

Doom wonders if there are no limits to the degredation to which Richards will subject his "beloved" family? Is it not bad enough that you turned your best friend into an orange rock monster, Richards? Now you must sell... this? This, to humiliate him further? Were this Doom's best friend, Doom would have put the beast out of his misery and blasted him to tiny orange pebbles. Just like Doom will do to him anyway, and you too, Richards!

(Although Doom secretly hopes that when you squeeze him, he'll say, in a cute, Yogurt-type voice, "It's cuddlin' time!" Then Doom shall laugh heartily at Ben Grimm's misery. Laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh.)