Gail Simone's Blog, page 212

Guys.I just really, really, really love Strix.

Guys.

I just really, really, really love Strix.

neuroticinfinity:I like how Catman raises Riddler’s hopes up...

neuroticinfinity:

I like how Catman raises Riddler’s hopes up just to crush them

allmyprettylittlefandoms:I’m moderating Gail Simone’s and Tom DeFalco’s panels at ECEE this year,...

allmyprettylittlefandoms:

I’m moderating Gail Simone’s and Tom DeFalco’s panels at ECEE this year, and I need to prepare some questions in case the audience doesn’t participate much. Any fellow comic book fans have questions you’d like to ask? Message me or reblog this post with your suggestions!

How did Riddler abduct Scandal's wives? I know Nygma isn't a joke as some people think he is, but i still find it hard to believe he could capture Knockout.

He’s smart, he’s a planner. 

I'm not sure if you've already answered this, but how do you feel about the Suicide Squad? Would that be something you would ever be interested in writing? Or even having a crossover with Secret Six at some point? On another note, you and Nicola in 2008 we

I did write a crossover with the Suicide Squad, co-written with the great John Ostrander!  :)

But sure, I’d be up for it…they stole a bunch of the best characters, the bastards!  ;)

missgillz:Same. Catman telling the facts.

missgillz:

Same. 

Catman telling the facts.

Omg! I just flew to Saskatoon today to visit my family and had no idea there was a comic con happening. I am super excited!

YAY! Come to the con and say hi!

Will Jeannette be in the next Secret Six? Gotta admit, I was pretty bummed to not see her.

Keep reading, I promise, some familiar faces are popping up. :)

Don't know if this was intentional, but there's a bit in the latest Secret Six where Catman tells Riddler, "You're batting .000 with ten thousand times at bat". "Batting." "At bat." Heh.

:)

cheshirelibrary:How To Tell If You Are In A High Fantasy...

cheshirelibrary:

How To Tell If You Are In A High Fantasy Novel

[via The Toast]

The Elders would like a word with you.
The Ritual is about to begin.
Something that has not happened in a thousand years is happening.
You are going to the City. There is only one City. It is only said
with a capital C. No one needs to bother saying the name of the City. It
is the City.
Certain members of the Council are displeased with your family’s recent actions.
A bard is providing occasional comic relief; no one hired or invited him and his method of earning a living is unclear.
The High Priest is not to be trusted.
Someone is eating an apple mockingly.
There is one body of water. It is called the Sea. The Great Sea, if you are feeling fancy.
You live in a region with no major exports, no centralized
government, no banking system, a mysteriously maintained network of
roads, and little to no job training for anyone who is not a farmer.
You have red hair. You wear it in a braid. Your father was a simple
man, and you don’t remember much about him – he died when you were so
young – but you remember his strong hands, as he fished or carpentered
or whatever it was that he used to do with them.
You’re going to have to hurry, or you’re going to miss the Fair – and you never miss the Fair.
There is trouble at the Citadel.
Your full name has at least one apostrophe in it.
It is the first page, and you are already late for something. Your
mother affectionately chides you as you gulp down a few spoonfuls of
porridge; she will be dead by page forty-two.
There are two religions in your entire universe. One is a thinly
veiled version of Islam. It is only practiced by villains. The other is
“being a Viking.” You are a Viking.
There are new ways in the land that threaten the Old Way. Your
grandmother secretly practices the Old Way, as do all of the people of
the hills.
The real trouble began the day you arrived at court. Every last
nobleman hides a viper in his smile. How you long for the purity of life
in your village, which is currently on fire or something.