Damn you, Marvel!! Damn you to hell!!

From scarcrest comes the disturbing news that Ed Brubaker is signing an exclusive contract with Marvel.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Marvel's already snatched away Michael Lark, and now Brubaker? What the hell? Do they have it in for Gotham Central, The Greatest Comic on the Market Except for Possibly Fables (and Barry Ween if Judd Ever Gets Around to it), or something? Is there even any Marvel stuff suited to Brubaker's style? Please don't tell me they're going to have him writing Ultimately Astonishingly Sell-Out X-Men or some such shit. Frankly, I'm relieved I haven't been reading any Marvel lately (aside from the very occasional She-Hulk or Supreme Power) because I don't want my money going to fund this murder.

I shall be forced to console myself with the knowledge, courtesy of ardentdelerium, that Superman Is a Dick. (Just trust me. Click that link.)

In which our heroine is astonished and delighted

This morning I was opening the mail at work when I noticed that one of the packages (from Vanderbilt, my alma mater) was addressed specifically to me. This never happens.

I opened it to discover a card from a librarian, explaining that my help a couple of months ago had helped a student get an A on her seminar paper, and expressing thanks.

There were also gingerbread cookies (*love*) and a lovely Vanderbilt mug.

So yeah, I got the warm fuzzies. From my alma mater, even! And in unrelated news, I even got a couple of one-line "thank you" emails from students today.

It's good to be appreciated.