November 23rd, 2011


Pay No Attention To The Man Behind The Curtain

Valiant is apparently still getting their shit together in preparation for the relaunch next year.

And what do companies do to drum up interest?


Someone is supposedly taking pictures inside Valiant HQ and posting them to an "anonymous" Tumbler account.  The reason I put anonymous in quotes is because of this picture:

Peek a boo!  That is more than enough to identify someone you work with every day.  And it has to be someone they work with.  That ain't a janitor in that suit.

It's another covert publicity stunt.  Ooo, this is top secret!  My proof that this is a ruse is in this picture:

I defy anyone who is an avid reader researching something they are creating to have a stack of books that neatly organized and that consistent in their subject matter.  Books are only that organized on a bookshelf, not just stacked in a reading pile.

I will say this much -- I like the desks.  I firmly believe that you can get a good indicator of a start up business by their desks.  These are very basic, straight from Office Max.  The only step down is army surplus.  If they had ornate desks, I would be questioning where their priorities lie.  But the desks suggest they are facing the right direction before they start.

Now, even though Valiant is relaunching and I wasn't exactly overwhelmed by their offerings, I do wish them well (no, it has nothing to do with them almost being my first professionally published credit when they were bought by Acclaim.  If anything, that might make them really keep their distance from me).  They have big names in their slots and are trying to jump into the market not only at the worst possible time, but when even their old fans are turning on them (witness the complaints about Shooter's work on Solar for Dark Horse versus his Solar for Valiant).  They are throwing themselves into a shark tank.

I hope you guys survive the experience.

Skull And Crossbones


Friends have a tendency to send me weird shit, either to see if I'll write about it here or just to freak me out (to the guy who sent me the link that turned out to be clown porn, I hope to God you burn in Hell).  So I know there are probably a half dozen people ready to e-mail me about the "alien skull" found in Peru.

For those who don't know, Renato Davila Riquelme is a Peruvian anthropologist who discovered the remains of an unidentified creature.  Here's some pics:

I love how the first picture makes it look like it has derpy eyes.  The body the skull is attached to is roughly twenty inches long.  Riquelme is telling people it's most likely a child.  But the local press has interviewed five "anonymous" Spanish and Russian scientists claiming that this is actually an alien.

Anthropologists are on their way now to Peru to examine the skull.  There may be some material in one of the eye sockets to allow DNA testing.

Allow me to present two very likely, plausible, and far more likely explanations for this.  First, this could simply be a hydrocephalic child.  The other is the ancient tribal ritual of skull modification.  The London Daily Mail, which broke the story, explains, "To achieve the desired shape, the head was wrapped in tight cloth. In the case of cranial flattening, the head was placed between two pieces of wood. The technique would usually be carried out on an infant, when the skull is at its most pliable. The cloth would be applied from a month after birth and be held in place for about six months."

As longtime readers know, I'm interested in the paranormal and I believe in ghosts and aliens and Elvis and all that shit.  However, there is a difference between believing and allowing yourself to be fooled into believing something (the "alien autopsy" footage didn't fool me for a minute when I first saw it).  In this era of Photoshop and camera tricks and anonymous Internet stories, it is vital to keep skeptical.  This is probably something relatively mundane that will get little if any follow-up reporting.  Don't automatically assume anything different is otherworldly.  Especially when it's halfway around the world and the five people telling you it's otherworldly don't even identify themselves.