George? Dude?

"I mean, if someone nuked Philadelphia, I could have made a great zombie move [about it], but that didn't happen, so I was like, what the f**k do I do?"

--George A. Romero, in a Q&A with Chris Alexander in the latest issue of Fangoria (#292).

Parenting Will Kill You

A few updates from the nerdery:

Cable #7 is out tomorrow, and it's the first issue of the next story arc, "Waiting for the End of the World." (CRB has a preview right here.) At left, however, is the insanely fucking cool Richard Corben zombie variant cover. I love Corben's work. I'm very fond of zombies. This makes my day.

Also, the hardcover edition of the first Cable arc, Messiah War (formerly known as "War Baby"), is now available at comic shops everywhere. Amazon also has it at a fairly sweet discount. There's a trade paperback edition out in early January 2009, but why wait?

And finally, I just learned that last week's one shot, Wolverine: Roar, is sold out and headed for a second printing. Thanks to everyone who picked up a copy last week!

Live from Edinburgh

I've more or less been awake since yesterday morning (save a 45-minute recharge nap earlier today). See, the way Sunshine explained it, if I'm able to stay awake 9 or 10 tonight (more or less right now), I'd have jet lag beat. We'll see. Today was great, even if it felt like it was 36 hours long.

Anyway, expect kind of normal posts tomorrow after I fall into a pleasant seven hour coma.

Return to the Cadillac Desert

Three reasons to pick up the latest edition (Feb/Mar 07) of Weird Tales magazine: 1.) It will be the last one with the classic "Weird Tales" logo on the cover. 2.) It features an interview with Joe R. Lansdale, who talks about morality, religion and country music, among other topics. And last, but good God, not least: 3.) It contains a reprint of Lansdale's classic zombie novella, "On the Far Side of the Cadillac Desert with Dead Folks." Which comes highly, highly recommended. I first read this story in John Skipp and Craig Spector's zombie-thology, The Book of the Dead, and it stunned my 18-year-old self into submission. Here's a sample:

"The last bounty hunter had been the famous Pink Lady McGuire--one mean mama--three hundred pounds of rolling, ugly meat that carried a twelve-gauge Remington pump and a bad attitude. Story was, Calhoun jumped her from behind, cut her throat, and as a joke, fucked her before she bled to death. This not only proved to Wayne that Calhoun was a dangerous sonofabitch, it also proved he had bad taste."

And that's just the second paragraph, people. I re-read "Cadillac Desert" yesterday on the way to work, and it hasn't lost a single bit of muscle.