About a million years ago, I was part of a website called Popimage, and we talked comics. I wrote reviews, did some editing, etc. We would ocassionally produce packages on comic creators, including Grant Morrison. Being one of the few guys (if not the only) who had the original Flex Mentallo mini, I wrote that review. I loved the book. I didn't write a review so much as a mash note. PopImage's output slowed significantly not long after, and I drifted off to other sites and writing my own comics.
I followed the drama over the Flex trade, delayed for years due to the Charles Atlas estate lawsuit and subsequent packaging efforts, and I talked to some folks eager to get the trade to be finally released this spring. Many had never read the issues -- had never seen the issues -- and they were excited to read a Morrison/Quitely production made right before they became such prominent names.
I didnt plan to get the trade. Like I said, I got the issues, but I picked up a copy at my local comic store to give it a once over. DC re-colored it and added some material from the development of the comic. It looked good. I flipped it over to check the back, and I saw the review blurbs. And the first one is mine.
I almost fell over.
No, my name's not attached, but none of the quoted folks are identified. Still, I know its me. My friends know it's me. And I'm delighted that my love-adled ravings are attached to the trade. It's a closed loop of positive feedback. And if you've read the book, you know what I mean when I say this feels like I've joined one of its meta layers.
"To be the man, you gotta beat demands." -- The Lovely Mrs. Tracker
This thing is great. The best parts are the guy's contract with himself to keep from masturbating and another featuring master/slave terms. Though I hope I destroyed those pictures my ex and I took when we went on that cruise. Much fun.