G’night.

I’m the writer of the graphic novel RED, currently being made into a film starring Bruce Willis, John Malkovich, Helen Mirren, Morgan Freeman and a shedload of other famous people. I’m the writer of the GRAVEL graphic novels, under development for film by Legendary Pictures. I also wrote the novel CROOKED LITTLE VEIN.

I write here almost every day. A collection of the writing I’ve done here and elsewhere on the internet, SHIVERING SANDS, was published last year.

For people wanting to send me to their sites, wanting to email stuff or tell me about new music or send me tips or whatever, I’ve set up a Gmail account that I’ll check once every day or two: warrenellis [-at-] gmail com. This isn’t, I stress, my main email account, and it’s not for asking me when some comic’s coming out (there’s a FAQ for that). Always interested in new music, new art, new connections, new madness etc.

If you need to contact me about writing for print or web, please contact my agent Lydia Wills using the link in the righthand menu bar.

If you need to contact me about anything involving film, tv, games or other things that move, please contact my agent Angela Cheng Caplan using the link in the righthand menu bar.

If you (for god knows what reason) wanted to send me something physical, the best solution right now would probably be to send to my literary agency in New York City.

Warren Ellis
c/o Lydia Wills
Paradigm
360 Park Avenue South
16th floor
New York
New York 10010

I don’t have a solution for people living closer to me as yet. I stop in on my message board Whitechapel several times a day. I leave Twitter on most of the day. I still have an undead MySpace account — I keep it open because I look for music there.

A piece in the latest issue of Science shows that there’s a considerable amount of methane (CH4) coming from the East Siberian Arctic Shelf, where it had been trapped under the permafrost. There’s as much coming out from one small section of the Arctic ocean as from all the rest of the oceans combined. This is officially Not Good.

Here’s why: methane is a powerful greenhouse gas, significantly more powerful than carbon dioxide. There are billions of tons of methane trapped under the permafrost, and if that methane starts leaking quickly, it would have a strong feedback effect — warming the atmosphere and oceans, causing more methane to leak, and on and on. The melting of methane ice (aka "methane hydrates" and "methane clathrates") is probably the most significant global warming tipping point event out there…

You are an artist/designer. You have to put together the cover for the first issue of a weekly science-fiction anthology comic called 2000AD.

You don’t know much about what’s in it. You’ve been given the following pieces of information to include on the cover somehow:

"featuring the new DAN DARE"

"M.A.C.H. 1 – his incredible hyperpower will amaze you!"

"SPACE-AGE DINOSAURS! Read ’FLESH’ "

"STOP PRESS! GREAT BRITAIN INVADED!"

Without the "", obviously. Your choice as to how you use these — whether you relegate them all to text at the bottom, or choose one to illustrate, or whatever.

The cover must include a logo and the numbering, which you’ve been told is not the usual "issue one," but "Programme 1."

And that’s it.

It’s up to you what kind of company you’re at. What kind of comics you make. What era you’re in. Who you are, even. Go nuts with it.

(Obviously, there was a time when 2000 AD was The Future. So, you tell me. Is this a retro-sf comic? Or are you in the late 19th century and publishing it on punch cards? Is it the Seventies and are you Roger Dean? Or Jamie Reid?)

It sort of mirrors the truth of 2000AD Prog 1, which was that it didn’t strictly speakinghavea cover illustration, as a massive frisbee was mounted on the front cover as a free gift.

You have one week. Go.

Which was really, a terrible thing to do to them. It runs until Sunday night, and anyone can play.

This is warren ellis dot com and i am very tired

(via Wil)

G’night.

Subject 3: had several sips of Batch 3 prior to breakfast with two cups of Baker’s Square coffee and followed it with the remainder of the Batch 3 mug upon return. She entered a state of hyperactivity requiring "walkies" outside, rapid speech, and much bouncing from one foot to another prior to complete burnout and crash for a period of an hour. Full recovery was made within three hours…

Through this website and this Cafe Press store, we’re going to release one t-shirt a week. It’ll go live on Monday… and it’ll die Sunday night — midnight UK time, more often than not. Each one lives for a week, and then it’s replaced by the next week’s shirt. Until I either run out of dumb ideas or Ariana’s brain explodes.

So, every Monday, I’ll post the new shirt here, and you can peer at it more at http://www.cafepress.com/electrophonic.

Anyway. I present to you T-Shirt Of The Week #014: FAILED TO DIE:

We also offer a couple of perennial items, including:

(And also a MAN COOK MEAT WITH FIRE "splatter-shield", because Ariana’s crazy)

Thank you for your kind attention.

(Marc Quinn’s sculpture of Buck Angel photographed by Siege)

Check out this amazing shot by Melyssa Anishnabie.

The year’s just rushing by. I have ten days at home, and then I’m in London for another day or two for more meetings. Looking at more international travel in late April/early May, and then god knows what the summer’s going to bring. But, right now, it’s all about focussing on the next ten days: killing off some more comics work, bringing the hammer down on Project Drill and talking with my film agent a lot. Strange days continue.

Also, I keep getting nudged towards doing something with Newspaper Club.

Here’s a pretty picture by Ellen Rogers.

Seriously, I’m not sure where the year so far has gone. Is it going to be one of those years, where we all stand around in December and say "what the fuck happened? It was January yesterday." I hope that I at least notice it get warmer before then: winter’s sticking around like the last drunk at the party that you just can’t dislodge from your house.

Anyway. I’ll be around more, this coming week.

Sent from my outboard brain

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fiction is the impetus of architecture, and architecture is one of the most powerful representations of culture. more specifically, the source of my work comes from interpreting taste, look, and trends. through acts of re-imagining fictional scenarios based on exaggerations of current practical and academic patterns, we can studiously investigate the alternate worlds and unexpected implications about architecture and urbanism.

in my work, i explore hypothetical scenarios of experimental architecture. by pressing alternate conditions against our context, the projects aim at interrogating different points of views and broaden the ways we engage conventions.

graphic novels and physical installations are my two primary weapons of choice, and i believe representation is more than half the battle.

the drawings often explore storylines of architecture and urbanism that dramatize exaggerated realities. the projects swerve back into the physical world via the interactive installations derived from the stories. these installations are attempts to better understand the spatial implications of the two-dimensional fiction.

Everyone cares about the iPad, because its awesome technological potency will do… something. Apparently. The iPad will shag the Kindle and make the Kindle call it Herbert or something.

Good morning.

G’night.

* I have invented a cocktail called The Pint Of Whisky that uses a pint glass, whisky, and slapping anyone asking for a cocktail

* Little-known fact: my middle name is actually Stabbity.

* pitching a musical comedy-drama glee-club tv show in the style of Chuck Palahniuk called PEE

* KILLER whales. Not Cuddle Whales. Not Soft Whales. They’re called KILLER whales. How does this point escape people?

* Debating whether putting a bunch of modern music on a thumbdrive for Joss would make him laugh or cry. I’m thinking cry. Doing it anyway.

* There’s a weird comfort in opening Twitter at midnight to discover most of my fellow-travellers are also online & working.

* *stretch* *crack* *pop* *scratch* *fiddle* (looks around) (looks at clock) *flop*

* Jesus, what a weird day. Time to sit around naked and drink whisky under the stars. Until some cop tases me.

* shooting speedballs into the arse of John Belushi’s ghost at the Marmont

* I just met Helen Mirren and had to have a cigarette afterwards. You understand, right?

* Summary of day’s work: Daddy Bear may be Little Bear, Mummy Bear becomes Daddy Bear, but Little Bear is always a giant dog-faced lobster.

* So many promising marketing plans seem to never quite get off the ground. The Heroin Fairy, for instance.

* if someone could dart @joe_hill in the neck right now that’d be great tia

* I dunno, I literally just switched Twitter on and there’s Joe screaming about making his name "THHHHHIIISSSSSS FUCKIN BIIIIIIGGGGGGGG"

* American novelists. One minute they’re nice guys, the next it’s ’ME AND ROBERT HEINLEIN WILL SPITROAST YOU IN YOUR DREAMS’

* CAPTAIN SHUDDERFIN M.E.: CORONER, CRIMEFIGHTER, LOVER, SHARK

* Okay. Unless someone wants hiring as Brain Mistress to beat the stories out of my head, I’m off back to the forge.

* heading out to inspect aged relative, steal anything useful-looking, check her teeth for gold etc

* once again i have failed to die quietly in the night

You are an artist/designer. You have to put together the cover for a comic called SUPERMAN. It is issue 1 of this book.

You have been told that Superman is a man who dresses predominantly in a shade of blue, and wears a red S symbol. You know nothing else about the character.

The cover must include a logo and the text THE COMPLETE STORY OF THE DARING EXPLOITS OF THE ONE AND ONLY SUPERMAN.

And that’s it.

It’s up to you what kind of company you’re at. What kind of comics you make. How you translate that description of Superman. What era you’re in. Who you are, even. Go nuts with it.

You have one week. Go.

Here’s a look at some of what’s been posted so far. It runs until Sunday night, and anyone can play. Here’s the thread link (where you can also see these images in full size).

Tom Muller:

Paul Sizer:

Bryant Johnson:

Art Grafunkel:

Through this website and this Cafe Press store, we’re going to release one t-shirt a week. It’ll go live on Monday… and it’ll die Sunday night — midnight UK time, more often than not. Each one lives for a week, and then it’s replaced by the next week’s shirt. Until I either run out of dumb ideas or Ariana’s brain explodes.

So, every Monday, I’ll post the new shirt here, and you can peer at it more at http://www.cafepress.com/electrophonic.

Anyway. I present to you (in two of the available options, even) T-Shirt Of The Week #013: DOCTOR WHISKY:

We also offer a couple of perennial items, including:

(And also a MAN COOK MEAT WITH FIRE "splatter-shield", because Ariana’s crazy)

Thank you for your kind attention.