Pardon me for a moment while I indulge in a bit of wanton geekery.
Garth Ennis is writing the new Shadow comic!
~does the dance of joy~
This is epicly thrilling. It is beyond cool. Garth Ennis is the writer/creator of one of my favorite comic characters - The Preacher. I sorta recommend him with trepadation. If you are not into blood, guts, vampires, the ghost of John Wayne, fallen dieties, drunken clergy, congregations oblitereated by fireballs from the heavens, renegade angels, prolific profanity, in-bred cycloptic children, pistol-packin' hit-woman girlfriends and cats in toilets, don't read his stuff.
I freakin' love it.
And now he's writing The Shadow. Damn, I loves me some Shadow. From the pulp novels of Maxwell Grant to the radio program, to the movie versions and the various comic book incarnations, I can't get enough of it. My senior ring when I was in high school? I picked one that looked similar to the ring the shadow's agents wore. (Next time I come across it in some forgotten drawer, I'm having the school insignia ground off of it so I can start wearing it again. Because I, by God, know what evil lurks in the hearts of men. More or less.) I have sketched books full of that character. I had Shadow action figures in my bathroom of my former house. (I don't know why the bathroom - there was just a shelf there that needed something on it.) I think I need me a couple of nickle-plated .45s. Just because.
Garth Ennis. And The Shadow. It's a match made in an incredibly entertaining level of hell that we like to visit as long as we don't have to live there. ~more happy dancing and a possible squee~
Yep. Garth Ennis.
And tomorrow I'm going to Ennis, Texas to look at some bad-ass bluebonnets. It's like the whole universe is doing some sort of karma-applause thing. Oh, hell yeah.