Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
— Cassius, in William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar (Act 1, Scene 2), 1623
Columbia Pictures.
This is a friend of mine (and a fellow writer) in the United Kingdom. (Phil is the vocalist here.)
His band, Skybald, did a damn fine job with this cover of The Beatles’ “Eleanor Rigby.”
Check it out!
Marvel Comics.
That awkward moment when you try to look punk but you inadvertently turn yourself into the god damned Ocean Spray logo.
I’m just waiting for Keanu Reeves to infiltrate a gang of surfers-turned-bank-robbers on my damned head.
DC Comics.
“Disease can never be conquered, can never be quelled by emotion’s willful screaming or faith’s symbolic prayer. It can only be conquered by the energy of humanity and the cunning in the mind of man. In the patience of a Curie, in the enlightenment of a Faraday, a Rutherford, a Pasteur, a Nightingale, and all other apostles of light and cleanliness, rather than of a woebegone godliness, we shall find final deliverance from plague, pestilence, and famine.”
— Sean O’Casey
WHEN GOTHAM IS *ASHES,* THEN YOU WILL HAVE MY PERMISSION TO DIE.
Pandemic mask + Misguided pandemic DIY haircut + Pandemic-induced abiding antipathy = comic book villain.
C’mon, we all knew 2020 would create a new one somehow.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 