The power failure in my neighborhood — it lasted over 24 hours — kept me mostly off the Internet for much of Friday and Saturday. Now, being behinder (is that a word?) in my work will keep me at minimal presence here for much of Sunday and probably Monday. I also have to read all these messages from people who think I have some magical way to secure hotel rooms in San Diego during Comic-Con. I do not. Sorry. No help. Try somewhere else. Not me.
At the moment, I think I owe you three things. One is an add-on to a recent post about the TV show, That Was the Week That Was. Turns out that the episodes from the U.S. version of that show are not quite as totally lost as I've been told.
I also need to write what may turn out to be a pretty long post about Steve Ditko, whose passing now seems sufficiently confirmed. I loved the man's work up to a point and it still may be "Too Soon!" to write about that point. I had, like many folks who met him, some awkward moments trying to deal with his unique ways of treating (or not treating) others. When I can, I'll try to tell you what I mean. 'Til then, there are plenty of eulogies and remembrances of the man and I'll just direct you now to what my friend Joe Brancatelli wrote about him.
And I still have a couple of Harlan Ellison stories to relate. In the case of both men, I didn't respect everything about them but I respected more than enough to salute them…and it takes unhurried writing to thread that difficult needle. It takes time…and electricity.