I’m Not Dead. My Respect For Humanity, On The Other Hand…

It’s been a long summer. Ontario’s burning, Greece is burning, Calgary just had it’s hottest day… ever, apparently. And once again, we’re covered in smoke.

There’s been two, count ’em two, shooting’s in the eastern half of my country. Once in Toronto, and another in Fredericton, New Brunswick.

On the fandom side, we’ve got the evolving saga of James Gunn vs. Disney vs. right-wing nutcake Mike whatever the fuck. Speaking personally, if every one of them died I’d sleep better at night.

Before that was the Batcat wedding, which I still don’t want to talk about, and then the casting of gentile Ruby Rose as the explicitly, devoutly Jewish Kate Kane aka Batwoman. And a huge chunk of fans revealing themselves to be anti-Semites. Great.

I feel like I missed something… oh yeah! How about all those racists who harassed Anna Diop? Doesn’t that just fill you with love for humanity? No? Good.

It’s frigging hard to be a fan these days. Hell, it’s hard just to be human these days. But, like the title says, I ain’t dead. I’m still writing, and I expect the next chapter of Uncanny to be up in a week or so.

Assuming Donald Trump doesn’t kill us all first.

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