“Victims. Aren’t we all?”

It’s Halloween, so I’m watching Phantasm on repeat… along with J.J. Abrams.

“It’s trash. Low-brow horror.” – Fear Street: Part One – 1994, yes, glorious trash. plus, Shasta Fay!

They weren't my Avengers (here's looking at you, Sersi, Crystal, and lightsaber Dane), but good god is Uncle Rog's run a hoot. Who’d have guessed I'd be so invested in the bureaucracy of running a superhero team?

Watching Van Helsing. Hey, it’s October, and I’m jonesing for Monsters Unchained.

Play Dirty: Everyone’s Tyrese in this movie. Parker's a master thief who surrounds himself with clowns.

"To the trees!" You go to the renaissance faire, you gotta come home and rewatch Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. Them’s the rules.

I could enrich myself and go with a new horror classic like It Follows or Weapons, instead I’m going down the Williamson remake rabbit hole with Scream ’22. Here comes Cursed!

I Know What You Did Last Summer’25. From that Maxim era of flicks. Gorgeous, vapid, snackable.

“What’s the new screenplay about?” #scriptsky

"They had this look in their eyes totally cold, animal... I think they were young Republicans."

If you don’t “feel,” watching The Great British Bake Off, you’re a terrible person, with a fetid soul.

I always leaned toward swashbuckling Daredevil and his mid-card villains, the Mr. Fears and Gladiators of the Marvel universe. Waid leans into the Marvelness of it all (FF Omega Drive) and delightful sensory language (“Her perfume cuts through the rain like a siren”), so hard. It’s pitch-perfect.

Getting in the spirit, and filling in Universal monster blind spots. Lon Chaney's dogged pursuit of Gwen is a rough watch. She's fiancé’d up, and the dude just hounds her- popping up at her work, peeping through a telescope, all before he gets bit.

“What’s the new screenplay about?” #scriptsky Firing on all cylinders with this one.

Motorcycles, ultra-violence, monsters and guns. What more could a thirteen-year-old ask for? Spirits of Vengeance screamed ’90s, and for the life of me I don’t understand why the full run hasn’t been scanned.

What a bonkers series. Dripping in imagination and dense with Apocalypse lore, which, scrolling through my reading habits, is apparently my jam? (That and Jerome Opeña.)

Watching: The Deep. Proto-Into the Blue. Spielberg had Bruce the Shark. Yates had Jacqueline Bisset.

Prey, you had me at quicksand. You had me at quicksand...

“What’s the new screenplay about?” #scriptsky

I still don’t understand what a Fantomex is.

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” - Margaret Mead. It’s a COVID movie. Look at what we can do, together. Move heaven and earth.

Kirkman and Ottley's Battle Beast. Like Liefeld's Bloodwulf and Marvel's Champion of the Universe made it.

Thanks to Kanopy and the glory of a library card, I finally caught Peter Yates’ Robbery.

In my old age, I’ve become an iPad-comics guy. Other than a few random Classic X-Mens, I’m reading Claremont’s run on Uncanny for the first time. It’s gloriously bonkers. Overstuffed with ideas and ambition.

Ellen: Professor, my dreams grow darker. Does evil come from within us, or from beyond?

Tim 'Fucking' Meadows: Motherfucker looks like he caught all the Pokémen. Watching: Peacemaker Season 2

I remember being ape shit when I picked up Infinity Gauntlet #4 and it was Ron Lim instead of George Perez. Starlin's Strange Tales was in my uncle's stack of comics at my grandma's house. Wild then, wild now.

Unofficial Labor Day weekend tradition, catching up on all the shit I missed. The Amateur. Bourne meets The Fugitive. Low-key killer.

F1: The Movie’s editing captured speed in this breathlessly effortless way. Slick stuff.

Watching a Kings Road playlist, thanks to ClassicPuro83, in anticipation of Eddie's return. #AEW

Aaron’s Ghost Rider is grindhouse VHS box gloriousness. Frenzied, trashy, terrific. Rekindling Mackie’s Spirits of Vengeance buddy-movie magic. (@jason-aaron.bsky.social here’s an attaboy to start your long weekend right.)

Listening to Powerwolf, reading Wolfman and Colan’s Tomb of Dracula. All is right in the world… Wait. Strike that. The world is horrendously broken.

Digging into my inspiration folders gives me life, man. Especially with all this moral rot. THE ROGUES' GALLERY GRAND PRIX. Just a lil' story about integrity... and a Batmobile heist. A Fury Road demolition derby with Suicide Squad dirtbags. #scriptsky

In this Age of Horrors, I'm escaping into used horror paperbacks. Possession and the Anti-Christ, comfort food. Reading: Paperbacks from Hell

Sure... let’s end it all with an homage to The Great Waldo Pepper and Ethan Hunt power cycling the world. Fuck it.

Claremont must have pitched Wolverine's ongoing as his WWII adventures in the South Pacific. A setup that gave Marvel an ongoing while he handled X-Men business in the present. Uncanny #268 nails how the idea could've worked.

Always with the killer prompts. This is such my jam. Any project I start, I have an ever-growing inspiration folder. DIVE BAR. A genre-blending feature about overcoming self-imposed limitations… and smooching a were-shark. #scriptsky

Pitching my wares at the end of the week. DIVE BAR. It’s Shape of Water meets Romancing the Stone. #scriptsky

This Koepp fella really has this movie thing figured out. Except for that subtitle. Yeesh... I thought for sure Jurassic World War was on the table. Now I’m positive we’ll get Afterbirth.

This must be what it feels like to be in a toxic relationship: the fatigue, the hopelessness. Does the other side feel this? Retaliatory politics must be like living in this fugue state of exhaustion. Reading: Wolverine (For the first time! Back when ninjas were cutting edge. )

Cobra Commander harebrained schemes every single fucking day. Watching: Arsenic and Old Lace

With 49th Parallel and A Matter of Life and Death (sublime), I guess I’m on a Raymond Massey bender in our current authoritarian hellscape. #filmsky

"You see, they have a technique in Germany. They shout something at you once, twice, a dozen times, and after a while, even the most intelligent people begin to wonder if it isn’t true. But it doesn’t quite work with us. We’re a bit lazy, a bit soft, a bit too tolerant maybe... But we don’t forget."

Hawking my wares. How about THE BOYS on wheels? THE ROGUES' GALLERY GRAND PRIX: Yearning to escape the dangerous world of costumed criminals, a hardass bail bondsman must hunt down one last wayward rogue obsessed with stealing the city’s champion’s supercar.

Clarissa: When you can lie about everything, how do you tell the truth about anything?

Idris Elba is so great at adding his gravitas to the most silly-ass shit. I love it so much, and I respect Amazon's continued commitment to the Commander-in-Chief-with-a-Shotgun genre. A president with a moral code. Now that’s pure fantasy. Might as well throw in aliens... wait...

I look forward to Paramount filling the Late Show time slot with reruns of Ridiculousness. Fuck... man. Reading: Silver Surfer

I came to The New Mutants when Liefeld and Cable did, but the early Claremont/Sienkiewicz run nails overcoming teenage limitations and growing into your true potential.

Strength of spirit versus enforced conformity.