Hey there! Been a bit! I got a bit too busy to keep this up and the entire space of comics was hit with a tsunami of Newsletters, so I figured I could take a step back for a second and not add to the onslaught for a bit. Now that things have settled a bit, folks have done all their subscribing, and discovered their balance, and what they can manage, I figured it was a good time to bring this back.

Considering the above stuff, I do mean for the newsletter to be shorter going forward, and a bit more spaced out in releases, as not to contribute to beating you over the head too much with the plethora of long emails that arrive all too fast, which you're likely reading on a phone. Now, that said, let's get into this.

The Difference In Forms

The art of translation is always a fascinating subject for me. Though in this particular instance, when I say translation, I don't mean your standard spoken languages. I mean translation from one Art Form to another. In this case, I'm rather taken by an example of translation from the language of Prose to the language of Film.

I am referring, of course, to Dune.

Hola! So we return once more! I hope you all had as good of a week as possible given circumstances.

Everything is a lot lately, so I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves and staying safe.

With that said, let’s go.

Hello! And we’re back again, with another one of these! Hope you had a lovely week, or as best as can be hoped in these trying times.

The Depressing Situation

Hey there! This is an extra, bonus piece, which is separate, and will not interrupt the flow of the numbered newsletter pieces. These Bonus essays are to fire off something perhaps unrelated or something standalone. The standard newsletter will hit around Weekend Time next time once more. On we go.

[Forewarning: This is purely a personal account and view of my own relationship to Marvel’s Mutantdom. It is not by any means intended to be an end-all-be-all perspective or an all-encompassing thing nor a ‘Here’s Why It Bad’ or any kind of harsh judgement. Take it purely for what it is, which is as a reflection on a concept as it relates to personal interest.]

Aaand we’re back with the second edition! If you missed the first entry, here it is!

Apologies on this one. I’d have returned last week if not for some computer troubles. Alas!

Dancing with The Gods in Laila Starr

I suspect these endeavors are expected to kick off with promises. Those ‘here’s what you’re in for’ guides, giving you a sense of the gallery you’re about to experience.

I reckon, however, that if you’ve hit ‘subscribe’, you know what you’re in for, and also that you’re only reading this in the hopes that it will be something interesting.

So I will dispense with that and, rather than attempt to establish expectations, just kick off. Best to dig in, rather than me prepping you for it.

Imagine If We Were Free