On shouting into the void

I've been mostly away from the internet for the last couple days, in a great object lesson about timing.

My superhero covers post reached number 2 on BlogPulse, which is really cool, considering the subject matter. Obviously, people actually care about what goes on in comics! It's a refreshing concept, and, I shall not lie, I am fighting the urge to do the snoopy dance.*

When Fangirls Attack collects links to discussions on gender and comics, so they have a pretty extensive list of reactions to my photoshop skills, as well as posts relating to the Girl-Wonder.org and even things entirely unrelated to anything we're doing over in this corner of LJ. I've only glanced through a few of them, but the discussion on Feministe is so far my favourite. (I'm Oppressing Geeks! Oh noes! With bonus intelligent conversation.)

Or, if you are bored with Hal's ass at this point, go tell monkeycrackmary what you want from comic books, with regard to female characters. Because I think the Girl-Wonder.org project will prove to be important, in the same way the Women in Refrigerators site turned out to be important.

Now... at some point soon I'm going to have to gird myself, take a deep breath, and get to the comments in my own LJ. (Possibly I've found a new comica_obscura procrastination project.)

 

*As a substitute expression of glee, my Alan Scott plushie is swooping around my desk on a space shuttle, looking slightly disappointed at the lack of evil to fight.

Everybody, look! Over here!

 
There is now a proper counterpart to Miller's Wonder Woman cover, as provided by the talented vejiita4eva.

So, uh. What if Miller had set All Star Batman #5 in a male strip club?