to make a post rebloggable, post a screencap of the ask. tumblr doens't allow us to reblog questions, but photo posts are a-ok. the links will be missing, though, unless you repost them in the caption. :)
okay. well that seems silly.
but if anybody wants to do that to an answer of mine you’ve got my permission to do it.
“We have a limit, a very discouraging, humiliating limit: death. That’s why we like all the things that we assume have no limits and, therefore, no end. It’s a way of escaping thoughts about death. We like lists because we don’t want to die.”—Umberto Eco
I've seen you often lately on "Prophets of Science Fiction", and also seen you on Talking with Gods. How do you manage to look so dapper? And are you planning on starting to appear on every sci-fi or comic-related doc from now on?
i’ve been trying to figure out how to answer this ever since you sent it without… i dunno, without being made fun of, i guess. I was a big kid. i was almost 200 pounds in eighth grade. i learned to dress to hide my shape and appearance. i dressed in comfort armor, even after the weight came off. i woke up one day and grunge was cool and suddenly i looked cool because that shit was all i had ever worn.
What I wore for the PROPHETS interviews is my very first piece of bespoke clothing, made by Portland’s own Duchess Clothiers. I am going to drop names because there was a child-part of my head that thought, well, hell, if these guys you like so much and have made you laugh so much think it’s cool, it must be cool. I’m not kidding — people whose work I admire encouraged me to get a suit made because they had. Shallow, Matt. Ooph. Anyway: Mike Nelson — yes that Mike Nelson — made me commit to the idea of getting a bespoke suit made, talking at W00tstock (he has an amazing story about the fate of some of his bespoke clothing.
John Hodgman — yes that John Hodgman — told me about Duchess after I’d moved to town and… and so I pulled the trigger and have never regretted it. So Mike and John: thank you for allowing me to permit myself to look like an adult when they put me on TV to talk about science fiction that I love.
the short story, though, is that i had kids and suddenly cared how i looked. i can’t explain it any better; i felt like i needed some degree of sartorial authority if i was gonna be a father. (part of it, too, is working from home; it’s easy to never get out of your pajamas and that, my friends, is the first step on the slippery slope of getting fucking DEPRESSED).
Also? not for anything? but when you look nice, the person you like to have sex with will maaaaybe want to have sex with you more and that is pretty great and makes you feel good. Also good defense against getting depressed.
i have no grammar for what i like and don’t like and have been wading into learning how to dress myself very slowly. i have rules in my head i don’t know how to articulate until i break them and feel like my skin is on fire. and that is exactly what it feels like when i’m wrong. i’ve made some mistakes that hang in my closet or sit in a drawer. money shame.
i started paying attention and taking pictures — digging around online, making notes and lists, and — and trying to find what I like, exactly. What I want to look like. Not who I want to be — I mean, otherwise it’d be a pile of Steve McQueen and Nabokov pictures or whatever. But what looks right? What looks like skin-not-on-fire?
A huge help was PUT THIS ON. I was lucky enough to get to ask a question in Season 2, Episode 4 — and as a result got rid of a piece of clothing that i could never fucking make work for anything but that, taken alone, I thought was awesome. Ha ha. But that was a good place to start. I started with their stuff about denim. baby steps.
This was a HUGE thing for me, because i am a dumb paralyzed child — i started trying things on. Literally this was a life-changing experience for me, taking my time in a dressing room. and now i get pissed off and cranky any time someone “checks in on me” while in a dressing room. Surely they think i’m soiling their garments or peppering the mirrors and crotches with my seed but no; I try shit on and look at them and think about it for a while. Because it takes me a while. Because I am a child. And I have to think about the other shit I have and what works with what and why and when will i wear this? there are colors i like but can’t wear, there are colors I want to wear but look terrible in. it’s all trial and error and letting myself, for the first time in my adult life, to think about how I look and what I want to look like without feeling embarrassed. IT’S A PROCESS.
Because of this i’ve started a file of images i’ll start sharing soon, I think. i’m tired of the t-shirt and sweatpants geek stereotype anyway and think it’d not be the worst thing in the world if people in comics started looking like adults instead of arrested development cases. because, look, if i can do it fucking anybody can. i guess i think dressing for comfort doesn’t have to mean old t-shirts and badly-fitting blue jeans.
I'm sending this to both of you, but: have you and Kelly Sue ever considered writing a title together?
maybe? every now and again we bat something around for a few minutes like a cat that’s cornered a cricket then it flitters away again. we had a TV idea that i still think about from time to time. oh, actually — that reminds me, i literally had an idea about that last night i need to go talk to her about. this is me pushing PUBLISH and walking into my wife’s office RIGHT NOW
A Japanese cover of “Is That All There Is?” is a song written by American songwriting team Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller during the 1960s. It became a hit for American singer Peggy Lee from her recording in November 1969.
The lyrics of this existentialist song are written from the point of view of a person who is disillusioned with events in life that are supposedly unique experiences. The singer tells of witnessing her family’s house on fire when she was a little girl, seeing the circus, and falling in love for the first time. After each recital she expresses her disappointment in the experience. She suggests that we “break out the booze and have a ball — if that’s all there is”, instead of worrying about life. She explains that she’ll never kill herself either because she knows that death will be a disappointment as well. The verses of the song are spoken, rather than sung. Only the Refrain of the song is sung.
The song was inspired by the 1896 story Disillusionment(Enttäuschung) by Thomas Mann. It is also featured in the interactive, theatrical production Sleep No More.
“It would be an hour-long series of drama during the Second World War, and it’s about a team of various kinds of charlatans — stage magicians, a spirit medium, a con artist and so on — who are recruited by British intelligence to perpetrate deceptions against the Nazis.”—Michael Chabon on an HBO show he and Ayelet Waldman are developing.
“His next project, which will take him into another chapter of the century, the late ’60s and early ’70s, is an adaptation of “Inherent Vice,” the 2009 novel by Thomas Pynchon. The book is a stoner private-eye saga, and Mr. Anderson has found an invaluable “research bible,” he said, in the underground comic strip the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers.”—PTA and Pynchon: Confirmed.
So you're an awesome guy and all, but can you answer me this: Are Reed Richard's teeth also elastic? Not aesthetically pleasing, but the man stretches everywhere. I wonder if this question is on your field of expertise, because it's things like this that keep me up at night staring into the dark.