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In The Bleak Early Winter

Tiiiired. Sitting here listening to Pocahaunted and chugging coffee in order to stay lucid enough to do a GRAVEL phone conference set for 1.30am. This week’s been utterly buggered — you may have noticed the silence here — by a member of the family being rushed into hospital early in the week, which has turned everything into bubbling chaos and is necessitating runs to the hospital, rescheduling, etc. And then the snow hit, turned into two inches of white stuff sitting on three inches of ice, and Britain shut down because it is now a country of weaklings and jabbering genetic wreckage who shit themselves when the sky moves.

GRAVEL phone conference with my producers is to set the storyline. I’ve spent what little time I’ve had this week putting all my notes in order. Which is how I ended up writing the line "Bill, you’re kind of persona non fucker around here."

Also, at the top of the week, I wrapped the last few pages of ULTIMATE COMICS IRON MAN ARMOR WARS #4, which is one of the more ridiculous titles that I haven’t invented myself. Sadly, the Marvel office chose to ignore the alternate titles I wrote at the top of each script. I liked IRON MAN: HUMAN SEX JEEP the best.

Had a conversation with David Bogart at Marvel about the future of the NEWUNIVERSAL: STORMFRONT project there that got stalled when my computer and backups were destroyed. Should be sorted in a few months. I think Dave’s official title at Marvel is Grand Inquisitor or Witchfinder General or something, but I’ve known him pretty much since he started out in the business, and, frankly, it’s always nice to know that there’s a guy in that office who will never try to screw me over. Dave will look after me.

Or, of course, I will have him killed. I know lots of people in New York. I mean, trust is good, but insurance is better, right?

If I can just get a few more pages on other things out over the next two days, then from Monday I am done with 2009, and anyone who doesn’t like it can bite my muckpump.

More coffee.

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  1. Matt K Matt K

    This post makes up for a week of absence, easily.

    Best to the family. Don’t let the hospital keep anyone too long.

  2. We have most certainly never seen snow before— I just slid down to the local shop to find the ATM machine empty of cash the automatic opening door no longer opening automatically and the shelves within the establishment empty of all bread products.

  3. Constantine Constantine

    Thanks for Ultimate Iron Man; it’s been a joy to read. I speak as someone who follows your work regardless of its publisher.

    Oh and best to your family. Get well soon, whoever had a problem.

  4. >>>”Bill, you’re kind of persona non fucker around here.”


    Christ, TWO diamonds in one post. I hate you.

  5. And yes, I was overwhelmed by the diamonds and forgot what caused them to be here. Best get well wishes for whoever is ill.

  6. jess jess

    I’m generally not a fan of the more traditional comics (perhaps I’ve just been reading the wrong ones) but Ultimate Human is one of my favorite stories, in any format, and it’s now what I think of whenever I see anything referencing Iron Man.

    Luck to your family. I hope your loved one is doing well.

  7. linguistjake linguistjake

    I would totally buy the shit out of IRON MAN: HUMAN SEX JEEP. I would give it as Christmas presents, anniversary presents, graduation presents and as a lovely parting gift to each and every visitor to my home.

    Marvel, you know what you must do.

  8. nadmai nadmai

    Ah Warren, he says what we’re all thinking…well possibly just a few of us, the ones peering out from the bottom of the curtains, wrapped in a crotched blanket and patting a box of surplus Russian grenades murmuring “soon…soon”

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