A few people have been asking me for this, so I’ve dug it up again.

The first draft script of the cancelled END TIMES 12-part graphic novel commissioned from me by Marvel in the summer of 1999. Tightening and prettification of a few sequences remained to be done, but that was mostly in the dialogue and the major action scene, which latter would’ve seen a collaborative effort involving the artist in any case. What you see is pretty close to what you’d've got, if the book hadn’t been shitcanned for being non-superheroic and I hadn’t been fobbed off with exactly half what I was owed for the work completed.

In .txt form, the script to END TIMES 1.

God, I’m sorry.

MOVING: photography by Jodi Whitney:

Some preview images here.

I still get asked with appalling regularity “where my ideas come from.”

Here’s the deal. I flood my poor ageing head with information. Any information. Lots of it. And I let it all slosh around in the back of my brain, in the part normal people use for remembering bills, thinking about sex and making appointments to wash the dishes.

Eventually, you get a critical mass of information. Datum 1 plugs into Datum 3 which connects to Datum 3 and Data 4 and 5 stick to it and you’ve got a chain reaction. A bunch of stuff knits together and lights up and you’ve got what’s called “an idea”.

And for that brief moment where it’s all flaring and welding together, you are Holy. You can’t be touched. Something impossible and brilliant has happened and suddenly you understand what it would be like if Einstein’s brain was placed into the body of a young tyrannosaur, stuffed full of amphetamines and suffused with Sex Radiation.

That is what has happened to me tonight. I am beaming Sex Rays across the world and my brain is all lit up with Holy Fire. If I felt like it, I could shag a million nuns and destroy their faith in Christ.

From my chair.

See, this is the good bit about writing. It’s what keeps you going. It’s the wild rush of “shit, did I think of that?” with all kinds of weird chemicals shunting around your brain and ideas and images and moments and storyforms all opening up snapsnapsnap in your mind, a mass of new and unrealised possibilities.

It’s ten past two in the morning, and I’m completely wired, caught up in the new thing, shivering and laughing and glowing in the dark. Just as well it’s the middle of the night. No-one would be safe from me right now. I could read their minds and take over their heartbeats with a glare.

Faster than the speed of anyone.

That’s how it works.

(Written in 2003 for the Bad Signal mailing list.)

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Candace went out and shot The Gates in NYC’s Central Park:

Podcast address: http://warrenellis.libsyn.com/rss

Direct download: http://warrenellis.libsyn.com/

(Note: Mixtape 02 was downloaded 730 times.)

“An off-duty policemen chased away a group of kids who were messing around his parked car. One kid confronted him, and when the policeman “pushed” him, his head hit the sidewalk and he later died in the hospital. The policeman lives right across the street from where the kid lived, and his family and friends keep the sign up to protest since the policeman was cleared of all charges.”

Found here:

I love this shot. Meredith performing with the Dresden Dolls, this past New Year’s Eve.

Police have released CCTV footage of three men they are still trying to trace following an attack which left a 23-year-old man with facial injuries.

The victim was assaulted by a man dressed as Superman after a dispute over a shortage of food at a burger van at about 0030 GMT on Christmas Day…

(Thanks to Elvis NoDoctors.)

Troubled action man Tom Sizemore is behind bars in Los Angeles after a judge declared his drug use was “out of control”… Judge Antonio Baretto ordered police guards to arrest the actor in court yesterday and take him into custody after hearing he had violated his probation terms by failing a drug test.

In his defense, Sizemore told the court he was destitute and living in a garage in Whittier, California. He also claimed to be an expectant father, but Baretto was far from sympathetic, stating, “I had hoped and wanted to see a positive performance.”

Last month Sizemore had requested permission from the courts to go to Cambodia to shoot a new film. Baretto had agreed, on the condition that he undergo and pass a drug test every day prior to his departure. According to the City Attorney, Sizemore failed the test on the very first day. Meanwhile, Deputy City Attorney Robert Cha has told news show Celebrity Justice that officials recovered what appears to be a prosthetic penis attached to a pair of Sizemore’s underwear with a plastic container filled with clean urine.

Sizemore has reportedly been caught once before trying to use a similar device…

(Thanks to Dean Haspiel, hero to children everywhere.)

Indian photographer Arko Datta of Reuters is the winner of this year’s World Press Photo of the Year award:

(Thanks to Kat Hellnaw. Yes, we are indeed four years old. As is Kelly Sue. Aren’t you?)

According to the BBC newsflash that just popped up on my desktop, Arthur Miller just died, aged 89.

And may be some time. It will take three Red Bulls and ten cigarettes just to start my heart again. Writing? Five Red Bulls. And some kind of electrical procedure.

In the meantime, um… look at Katie West’s bum.

G’morning, Miss Wurzel Tod:

So I’ve used the current edition of my comics-and-stuff column at Comicon Pulse to respond to that stupid bloody music meme thing. Go and read..