In case you haven't seen this elsewhere, comics lost one of its unique and singular voices yesterday.
Requiescas in pace, Mike Wieringo.
It almost saddens me more that this news, that such a luminary in this medium can pass at so young an age, will go unnoticed by the world at large. This won't be on the news tonight. Time Magazine won't do a memorial. There'll be no moment of silence on the radio. The world should mourn this loss, not just because he's gone, but because it was so evident that his best work was yet to come.
I hate the whole world. Current Mood: melancholy