You may have looked at your RSS feed recently and asked yourself “what’s happened to Alert Nerd?” You, of course, called two friends, one of whom said something reassuring like “They’re probably just busy,” and another who was more reactionary and said “OH MY GOD THEY DIED IN A PLANE CRASH.”

As far as I know, we’ve not died in a plane crash.

We are still here, and Things are Upcoming.  But not without some changes.

First and foremost, the four of us like to think of ourselves as creators. We make things. We admire well-made things, the process of making them and the people who make them. Frankly, the business of blogging about comic books or who would win in a fight between Katniss and Bella or why can’t I find pretzel M&Ms anywhere, M&M Mars and why are you punishing me or Jesus Marimba is Brightest Day awful is ultimately a distraction from the type of work that we want to be doing in our all-too-spare bloggery time.

What do we want to do? Well…chiefly, the consensus is Jem fanfiction, into which we’d insert ourselves as a super-cool rival band. I play the keytar.  Well, spoiler: we ALL play the keytar.

The stuff that we’re most passionate about is the content that finds its way into Grok. It is our labor of love. But in its current format, it’s not reaching as many people as it could.  So we’ll be taking the Grok approach and making it the main thrust of Alert Nerd, the website. Once we relaunch, we’ll be releasing fiction, creative nonfiction, a few instances of legitimate journalism and possibly the odd infographic or what have you. As a consequence, we’ll update more regularly, but perhaps with less frequency – about once a week.

This doesn’t mean that Matt, Chris, Sarah and myself are going to stop producing printable content like Grok. Proof to the contrary, I’m currently shepherding the usual suspects and some potential special guests into something very fun that you’ll hopefully be able to see in Q4. These will be smaller in scope and more focused than Grok, but will have the same kind of scholarpunk charm.

This is where I’d put up one of those animated UNDER CONSTRUCTION .gifs if it were 1994.

See you soon, and thank you for reading.

Sincerely,

All of Us

Summer isn’t a typical Omega Male romcom, though it looks suspiciously like one at times.  Ultimately, it exposes the main problem with the OM/MPDG relationship as it’s presented in the type of movie that I’ll datedly call a ‘Zach Braff Film’: that it is obsessed with its gloomy male protagonist to the point that the female lead is an extension of the male lead, a panacea to his dysfunctions, and nothing more.  Which is fine, I guess, if you’re telling a story about a guy who gets over because of the love of a good woman. But is that the best version of the story you could be telling? UP told that story in two minutes and then kept going and treated Carl and Ellie as a unit (so much so that her absence through much of the film is like a character itself). Don’t luxuriate on it for ninety minutes unless you have something new to say, right?

But Summer….

Summer is a movie about Tom trying to make his life into a Zach Braff Film. He lays that template over Summer Finn, and is completely blind (though the audience is not) to the fact that she doesn’t fit inside the confines of it. Though she initially appears manic and pixieish because of her fear of commitment and her reticence, she is neither. She is operating in a system that she believes in and is comfortable with.

The point, of course, is that Tom is a self-defeating ass. It’s only after he finishes with Summer that he’s able to kickstart his artistic dreams.  Staying with her – staying with that fantasy version of what your life wants to be – was only going to make him stagnant and complacent.

And yes, the Autumn thing at the end of the film is a groaner, but it doesn’t undermine the message of the movie, chiefly because – on the surface, in the few moments we have with her – she is a better fit for Tom, and Tom has changed enough to ask her out. She seems neither M nor P and is his peer (a fellow architect), while Summer, as a secretary, was a rung beneath him (is that classist? Maybe? It’s there in the film, it’s not just me I swear).

What do you think? Who is your favorite Manic Pixie Dream Girl? Are they always a bad thing?

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The Geek Girls Exist Panel: For this, I was honored to be included in the company of nerd luminaries Jill Pantozzi, Bonnie Burton, Kiala Kazebee, Morgan Romine, Kari Byron, Veronica Belmont, and Marian Call. (Geek Girls Network’s Kristin Rielly and the inimitable Geek Girl Diva served as panel masterminds.) The discussion was funny and freewheeling and dorky and included mentions of Princess Leia, Supergirl, Phoenix, Jane Espenson, Felicia Day, and tons of others I am totally forgetting. But I think maybe my favorite moment was when I sat down next to Jill and she mouthed “yay!” and then nodded toward the packed-to-capacity room and gave me this look that seemed to say, “Can you even believe this?!” That kind of sums it up, you know? I loved every second and have such big, puffy hearts for all of my fellow panelists.

By the way, this was what the line looked like when I showed up.

Me: “What.”

Sleep-Deprived Meals With Awesome People: It’s tough to socialize when you’re actually in the heaving human mass that is the con. Happily, I managed to grab a few food-like meals with all kinds of amazing folks and was semi-coherent throughout most of them! I debated samosa quality with Jeff Lester over Indian buffet. I chattered about romance novels and Gossip Girl and book spoilerz during lunch with Karen Healey. I zombie-ed out with Graeme McMillan, Lauren Davis, and David Brothers over a way-too-early breakfast (at one point, the words “I will throw this tea in your face” were uttered, but it was all in good fun!). And I swapped novel pitches with Javier Grillo-Marxuach over a very questionable meal of ranch-drenched fried chicken, potato skins, and suspicious-looking vegetables at the rockin’ Geek Girls Tweet-Up. (Below: Karen and Javi, beautifying post-meal.)

Art and Words: Did you guys see…

The incredible Lydia Park drawn for me by charming Tracie Mauk?

The fierce Big Barda purchased from delightful Ming Doyle?

Gah! I can’t even.

I also got to say hello to and get a sketchcard from one of my heroes, Jen Van Meter, who totally bought one of my books!

Nick, My Wingman: Husband Jeff and I drove down with our friend Nick Brandt, screenwriter extraordinaire. Throughout the weekend, Nick would push me to actually introduce myself to people I was dying to meet. I’m shy and I chicken out a lot, for fear of exposing my true spaz colors to those I admire. But Nick would be like, “Shoot, go say hi to Kathryn Immonen. Do it. WHAT ARE YOU SO SCARED OF, CHICKEN.”

(Kathryn Immonen, by the way, was so, so nice and said something during her panel with Stuart about how she basically wants Patsy Walker to take over the entire Marvel U. I love this so hard.)

Warm Fuzzies: Speaking of nice people, I was consistently blown away by the kindness and coolness and extreme generosity of friends new and old. Like power couple Paul Horn and Darlene, who fed us and gave me Capri Suns when I started looking pale and conned out and scored me a much-coveted Polly Pocket DC Superheroes set. Or Chris Haley, who engaged in a furious round of texting with me in order to meet for five minutes on the crazed con floor. Or Josh Dysart, who gave me a “yay” and an enthusiastic fist-bump on my panel accomplishments. Or Ben and Andrea Walker, who provided excellent conversation and sold me an amazing t-shirt. Or Jodi of Tired Girl Collective, who talked to me for several full minutes, eve though I was obviously zonked. People just kept blowing me away with their awesomeness. (Below: Chris surveys a battle-damaged Let’s Be Friends Again book, the victim of an unfortunate incident involving my purse, a glass of red wine, and a TOTAL JERKY-JERK WHO DID NOT APOLOGIZE.)

“Do You Know Everyone Here?” In addition to hastily-planned meetings with people, there were lots of excellent accidental run-ins: Les Villainettes and Amy and Regina and Melissa and Molly, all super-fly at the Geek Girls Tweet-Up; cheerful Dan Slott, who attended the Geek Girls Exist panel despite being a boy; Sven, Veronica and David, who were like “HEY IT IS YOU” at the Hilton bar; Hollywood power couple Bob and Jen, who had me pose with Jen’s poor, bandaged, googly-eyed finger… At some point, Jeff was like, “Do you know everyone here?!” Maybe I do. Maybe I do.

JustJEFF Designs: Okay, so Husband Jeff actually kind of hates conventions. Okay, not kind of — really HATES them. The crowds and the lines and etc etc etc are very much not for him. But he found his calling when our pal JustJENN let him sit in her booth for a while and sell stuff. And he apparently sold a ton of stuff! I teased him about this later and he was all, “I like having a job.” Pal Kevin Church (who was there with the amazing Lydia book, which you should all buy immediately) suggested Jeff simply cross out a few letters on Jenn’s logo…and thus JustJEFF Designs was born.

Middlefan-ing: Y’all know that The Middleman is one of my favorite things ever. (Maybe some of you even remember that time I chased Mary Pat Gleason through a movie theater? No? Okay, moving on…) So it was a very great honor to meet both the aforementioned Javi and Natalie “Wendy Watson” Morales in person. Two things of note: 1) Javi apparently liked my book 2) Natalie has red glasses. Like certain other cool people I know. Who are me.

I have surely forgotten to mention some of the amazing folks I met, so apologies in advance. But despite my extreme level of brain deadness, I’m already stoked for next year. Who’s in?

So one fourth of the Alert Nerd collective (me! Sarah!) will be in attendance this year. I’ll have copies of One Con Glory (newly-emblazoned with blurbs from some of my favorite people, still emblazoned with the original blurbs from equally favorite people) for sale ($10, cash only). Just find me or my husband.

I look like this:

He looks like this:

I will be Tweeting our locations, as well as possible con discounts and the like.

There are a few places you should definitely be able to find me, though. Below, a tentative schedule!

Thursday, July 22
5:30-6:30 p.m. Geek Girls Exist Panel, Room 8
Moderated by Geek Girls Network’s Kristin Rielly, this panel features Morgan Romine (The Frag Dolls), Bonnie Burton (The Star Wars Craft Book), Marian Call (singer/songwriter), Jill Pantozzi (Has Boobs, Reads Comics), Veronica Belmont (Qore), Kari Byron (MythBusters), Kiala Kazebee (GeekWeek.com)…and me!

Friday, July 23
12:30-1:30 p.m. Spotlight on the Immonens, Room 9
Can’t miss the Immonens.

5:00-6:00 p.m. Girls Gone Genre Panel, Room 24ABC
Felicia Day and Kathryn Immonen and Marti Noxon and Gail Simone and…well, okay. Twist my arm.

6:00 p.m. io9 Meetup, Fluxx Nightclub
Dropping in before the night’s main event…

8:00 p.m. Geek Girls and Friends Tweet-Up, Jolt’n Joe’s
Drink drink drink.

Saturday, July 24
3:00-4:00 p.m. Community Panel, Indigo Ballroom, Hilton Bayfront
Hilarity will ensue, right?

5:30 p.m. Pop Candy’s Comic-Con Meetup, Wine Steals
And more hilarity here.

Additionally! I wrote the introduction for Lydia: The More Than Complete Edition, which is dropping at the con and includes the entire run of Kevin Church and Max Riffner’s amazing strip, as well as some fun extras. Buy it at the Agreeable Comics booth (Small Press N-11)!

In between the scheduled thingies, there will be tons of show flooring, impromptu drink-ups, and…other fun-sounding stuff. I’ve sketched in a few more panel possibilities here, but as usual with SDCC…everything is subject to change! Twitter will probably be the most up-to-date source, so follow along. Hope to see you there!

Where have the Starjammers been?

Fantastic Fangirl Caroline says:

For real, anybody in panels or meeting X-people at SDCC, ask about Lorna & Alex & Rachel. For justice! #findpolarisandhavok

Download a larger version of this missing poster, suitable for printing and posting at your preferred comics vendor.

At the end of Brian M. Bendis and Olivier Coipel’s House of M miniseries, Magneto’s daughter Wanda – the former Avenger known as The Scarlet Witch – uttered “No More Mutants” and, thanks to her reality-altering powers, the world’s mutant population, which was once on a trajectory to overtake homo sapiens within a century, was reduced to under two hundred souls. While some happy few characters who lost their powers had them restored (Polaris, Professor Xavier, Magneto and Quicksilver), others like Jubilee and Mirage were permanently depowered. Mutant births stopped. The status quo for the X-Men changed and Xavier’s dream of peaceful coexistence had been killed. How, after all, can humans peacefully coexist with mutants if the mutants are all extinct?

Since then, the focus of the franchise has become bleak and militaristic. Religious fundamentalists attacked the school and killed a significant number of the teenage students. Xavier’s school was blown up yet again and this time, instead of rebuilding, the X-Men relocated to an isolated compound/bunker in San Francisco and then, less than a year later, moved again to an offshore island fortress built on the ruins of Magneto’s Asteroid M.* Bereft of hope and beset on all sides by the government, by zombie X-Men, by anti-mutant groups, by the ghost of Cyclops’s ex-wife and any number of other miscellaneous threats, their new start in the Bay Area has only been an exercise in backing the team into smaller and smaller boxes until they were literally trapped within an impassable bubble placed around San Francisco by Bastion, a mutant hating robot simultaneously from the future and the 1990s.

The hooks on which this storyline have hung have been a series of crossover events that have been unofficially dubbed “The Messiah Trilogy” by the creators responsible for them. Messiah CompleX deals with the first mutant birth since M-Day. The baby, christened Hope, is sought after by nearly every group in the X-verse, including the X-Man Bishop, who thinks that he can prevent his own post-apocalyptic future timeline from occurring if he simply murders a baby. Because this always works. To protect the child, Hope is sent into the future with Cable (another cringeworthy 1990s character who had managed to be redeemed by Mike Carey and Fabian Nicieza – a mutant supersoldier from a barren, post-apocalyptic future with improbable guns and a bitchin’ metal arm). This is, at best, a miscalculation, as the history of the X-Men franchise has never been one for positive, thriving futures or good parenting, and Cable ends up raising Hope in increasingly more post-apocalyptic settings as Bishop chases them through time, destroying the world that he is sure won’t exist anymore once he kills the girl. Bishop may be a cop and a mutant but he has never been accused of being smart. And as a mutant cop, you’d think he’d have more reservations about killing a baby than he does. Babies can’t commit crimes.

During the hunt for the mutant baby, Cyclops tasked Wolverine with putting together a wetworks squad of X-Men who have claws or love knives, a resurrected X-Force.

Because X-Men don’t kill (except when they do), Wolverine and his crew must keep their existence secret from their teammates. Cyclops bears that burden the worst, clearly haunted by his decision to keep a cabal of assassins at his beck and call. Eventually, during the Messiah War crossover, Cyclops sends X-Force into the future to retrieve Cable and Hope and bring them home. They fail their mission, but manage to help save Hope from Bishop, Apocalypse and Cable’s evil clone Stryfe (again, dear reader: 1990s) before returning home. Deadpool playing Tic-Tac-Toe is also involved, and that particular scene is the highlight of the entire story.

Finally, Cable and Hope came home, inciting Second Coming, the third act of the trilogy. Tying together plots from Cable and X-Force, it left all the X-Men scrambling to react to Bastion’s cabal of resurrected villains and had a high body count – Ariel, Sack (Sack was still alive?), Vanisher, Nightcrawler and Cable were killed, Karma and Hellion were left crippled. Utopia was destroyed. Beast resigned from the team in disgust. X-Force’s existence is revealed to the other X-Men, which leads to strained relationships and consistent complaints that Cyclops has gone too far.  It goes something like this:

ANY X-MAN: YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR!
CYCLOPS/WOLVERINE: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND MY BURDEN! THIS IS ABOUT SURVIVAL!
ANY X-MAN: X-MEN DON’T KILL – YOU’VE CROSSED THE LINE!
CYCLOPS/WOLVERINE: LEADING IS HARD!
ANY X-MAN: WHAT WOULD JEAN SAY ABOUT YOUR SECRET MURDER POLICE?
CYCLOPS/WOLVERINE: *IMPORTANT SILENCE*
ANY X-MAN: BFFs NO MORE!

Despite the crushing losses and frayed personal relationships, it also signals a significant change in the status quo. Because possibly Hope is the new host of the Phoenix — the universal embodiment of all life unless you are from the planet D’Bari in which case it is the universal embodiment of holy shit panic we’re all gonna d-.** But really, we don’t know what Hope is – her powers are intermittent and she seems to glom them off of whoever is around her at the time they manifest. Near Cyclops, she has eye beams. Near Cable, she has Cable powers. I continue to suspect that this is related to Hope’s encounter with Rogue as an infant, the one that cleaned the slate of Rogue’s powers and laid the groundwork for her to finally gain control over her abilities. I can’t shake the feeling that the Phoenix has been a red herring ever since the possibility was first raised at the end of Messiah CompleX. From an editorial perspective, it means they cannot keep fruitlessly teasing that Phoenix (albeit in the guise of Jean Grey) is coming back, which is 90% of Marvel’s X-Men marketing efforts.

The feeling I get when reading or thinking about Second Coming is one of fatigue. The kind of fatigue you get from running on a treadmill for five years. The whole storyline since Hope’s birth has been running in place until it was time to bring Hope back and despite some talented storytellers taking us through those paces, it has only been talented running in place. Yes, the backdrops changed, much in the way that my treadmill can pretend that I’m running the Golden Gate Trail or through the streets of New York or up Mount Everest or whatever, but none of that actually ever means that I’ve moved. The debate over the necessity of X-Force and the constant harping on survival both seemed forced and both seem like filler.  And only now, now that Hope is back three years later and maybe the Phoenix but maybe whatever else, we can move forward. There are new mutants again. Hope is looking for her family. Captain American wants the world to like the X-Men. Oh, and something with vampires.

I know comics are cyclical. I know that change in comics is illusory. But nothing that happens in Second Coming ever seems more than perfunctory or purgatorial, the same state that the X-franchise has been in since “No More Mutants” was uttered.  For an event story in fifteen parts that is the closing leg of a trilogy of multi-part event stories, not much has happened. The ‘River City Ransom’ format of the early half was abandoned in the latter parts as San Francisco came under attack and things only seemed to keep happening in order to draw the story out as long as possible. Cable and X-Force have to take Cypher into the future to do something that Doug can easily do without effort. Magneto fights robots. Cyclops makes a speech. People are mean to Cyclops. The story feels so mechanical at times that I wonder if Matt Fraction or Zeb Wells or whoever is really just a pen name for Madison Jeffries. The only emotional impacts come from deaths and dismemberments or from characters crossing lines they swore they’d never cross again. The story beats throughout Second Coming were tired and trite, the deaths meaningless because of it, and the threat never as real as it should have felt.  It was also not the story about the Phoenix that we were promised by the creators responsible for it.  Other than what I’m perceiving as a move back to San Francisco from Utopia (which was about a mile or so from San Francisco) and the addition of Hope to the cast and the temporary subtraction*** of a few cast members, nothing of consequence has been done.

When Matt Fraction took over the title, I hoped for the same verve and hopeful energy that permeates his Invincible Iron Man. It existed for a few issues and then was lost in the plodding of the metaplot. With Second Coming behind us, I look forward to seeing that energy again.

*Personally, I would have preferred it immensely if Utopia was built out of Cable’s island nation of Providence, which was destroyed late in Mike Carey’s X-Men run.

**truncated mid-word because the speaker has been immolated.

*** the only X-Man that stays dead is Jean Grey.

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