A generalized commercial industry (like comics) that is a) facing inherent, structural challenges that b) cause it to look extinction in the face and c) can’t manage to get its collective head out of its ass long enough to keep a talented, capable, professional like Rick Marshall d) working on its (still comics, stay with me) own behalf bloody well deserves its long slide into irrelevance. Go look at the stellar writing in his clip file, especially the webcomicker interviews that put our own efforts here at Fleen to shame.

While it’s a comfort that ComicMix doesn’t seem to have a Let’s actively screw our people attitude that some of Marshall’s former employers seemd to evince, I’m sure that’s not helping Rick much in the rent and groceries category. Mark my words: one day, Rick Marshall is gonna run this town, and I for one welcome our new overlord.

• It is to our shame at Fleen that we haven’t been paying enough attention to The Cartoon Lounge over at The New Yorker, which has been giving some love to webcomickers of late. Up most recently: John Campbell (thanks to Campbell’s former roommate Ryan Estrada for the tip-off).
• Hey, just a quick question — do you like comics that are awesome? You’ve got some catching up to do, as Joe Chiappetta has built up a full year of color Silly Daddy comics up. Xeric Award winner, yo.
• And finally it appears my hobby has borne fruit. All hail the Forced Entry Tool of the Gods. Allow me to point out that while I did not write the comment about the inevitable zombie uprising, I have in the past pointed out that the Halligan bar is likely to be a greater survival aid for emergency medical workers (who, after all, will comprise nearly 90% of the early casualties) than anything else in such an undead holocaust.