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Atomic Elbow #4


I don’t think I ever posted about this here on the ISB, but for those of you who enjoy a) professional wrestling and b) my writing, you might want to snag a copy of The Atomic Elbow #4. TAE is a pro wrestling fanzine edited by Robert Newsome, one of the fine fellows who puts on the Fluke minicomics convention down in Athens, which Chad and I will be appearing at in April. It’s a great little mag, and in the fifth issue, I wrote a big article on WCW’s Great American Bash 1992.

As for why I wanted to write about a relatively obscure wrestling event from 20 years ago, well, it has to do with the fact that I really, really wanted to see it when I was a kid, but never got to, so my mom ended up ordering the Pay-Per-View and describing it to me over the phone while I was in another state. For the article, I went back and watched it to see how it stacked up with my mom’s play-by-play.

There’s also an interview with Jill Thompson about wrestling, a report on Chikara, a chat with Chuck Taylor and some other stuff. You can grab it for five bucks, and even though the first three issues don’t have me in them, they’re well worth reading too.

The 8th Awesomeversary (Plus Two Days)

So last Sunday, the 6th of January, was the eighth anniversary of the day I signed up for a Blogger account so that I could get back into the practice of writing. And in true Modern Age ISB fashion, I was too busy writing for other things to update the blog. Whoooooops.

But yeah, it was a pretty big milestone. I started this thing when I was 22, working in a comic book store and wondering if I was ever going to be able to write, and now I’m 30, writing professionally, and I had my first OGN (cowritten with Chad Bowers, with art by Scott Kowalchuk and letters by Josh Krach) announced at New York Comic-Con, in front of a room (half) full of people, some of whom were nice enough to comb New York City for Sun Drop and bring us cans to drink on the panel. That’s pretty big, and it’s something that I can trace right back to the day Phil convinced me that blogging wasn’t a self-indulgent waste of time — or at least, that it was, but it’s the kind of self-indulgent waste of time that I like to do.

Last year, my New Year’s Resolution was to write more and not let the ISB get so fallow, and I think I did okay at it. The “problem,” if you even want to call it that, is that I was doing pretty okay as a freelancer, and most of the stuff I wanted to write was stuff people wanted to pay for. So while the ISB got some reviews of 3 year-old video games (which are still good darn it) and exactly one proof-of-concept recap of Impact Wrestling, I wrote some comics, one of which was actually released to the general public where a few people bought it, and did work for ComicsAliance, Grantland, WithLeather and Wired, writing about stuff I liked to write about. It’s pretty cool.

But anyway, before I get too maudlin and sappy, thanks to everyone who’s reading and is not a jerk (up yours if you are reading and are a jerk), whether you’ve stuck with me for the whole time or you’re new, or if you were just doing a search for vaginal ghosts and wound up here. That is my legacy as a critic, and I have come to accept that.