Alan Moore. You reclusive genius bastard.
First of all, if you can read through all of this in one sitting, I'll buy you a drink. Second of all, I had an idea kind of like this three or four years ago and have been working on it off and on ever since, only to find out JUST TONIGHT that Alan Moore did it a hundred times better twenty years ago and what's worse is, practically no one heard about it.
Please don't kill me.FUCK!
I want to rant about what my idea was, but first of all I don't want to look like the idiot that I am, standing in Alan Moore's giant bearded shadow, and second of all if I write it out here I'm risking what could still be a good story being stolen by someone else who could sue me on the off-chance I ever make it to the major leagues. But now I kind of want to get it off my chest, so if you'd like to hear about it comment sometime and we'll talk and maybe I can feel like less of an idiot. Yes, I am basically fishing for consolation here. Fuck it. It's three in the morning. If all of Livejournal can do it so can I.
So, take a gander at that insane fucking story, good night, and good luck.
Alan Moore, I'm sorry I got mad. I will always love you.
1 comment:
Travis, we need to get together, yeah yeah yeah, and have a real good time. A good time with Alan Moore. Dangit.
-g.
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