Announcement of New Sandman 'Story' Turns All the World's Weapons to Candy Necklaces

Today was the first day of the San Diego Comic Con, and taking a page from the Higgs-Boson particle, Vertigo comics has started with a bang (heh..). Neil Gaiman himself released a video, from the comfort of his wizardly home library, that he will be working with J.H. Williams III, current artist for Batwoman and guy who makes my heart fluffy with his pictures, to tell a new tale concerning the Dream Lord Morpheus, protagonist of Gaiman's ground-breaking Sandman series. The story will follow Morpheus during the time just before his capture at the beginning of the original series, and explain things like why he was dressed in that Old Gods-looking getup he wore in his first appearance (above). Promotional art for the series has been released and is waiting for your eyeballs just below.

Ultraman and the Trouble of Rhyming Japanese

I have this thing... A habit really... where as soon as I discover a new TV show, comic book, or so forth, I have to think of how to put this fresh, new awesome into a rap song. When I discover a truly badass character (Such as Jariah Syn of Star Wars: Legacy) I often pause my lunchtime reading, snatch my little notepad from my bedside (Which, coincidentally, is Star Wars themed) and jot down any rhyming words.

As far as rhyming go, Jariah Syn is a cake walk.

Jariah Syn,
Lying,
Causing violence in the Mynock Cabin,


(A little backstory: Mr. Syn is a scoundrel-type who flies a ship known as the Mynock)

Sadly, science fiction doesn't always produce such smooth sounding nouns. Jabba the Hutt doesn't sound good as a whole (However, it passes when shortened and given a little something to support it)

Commoner assassins,
Sent from Jabba in his castle,




But sometimes there's just no tweaking the thing. There's a movie out now called Prometheus. PROMETHEUS!!?!!!!!! That shit wastes all kinds of syllables (And sadly has nothing to do with a mythological, Greek giant tied to a mountain.)


Recently, I've developed an interest in Ultraman: a classic Japanese science fiction series which, at five dollars for 39 episodes, I had no reason not to buy. When I felt the urge to express my interest with lyrics, I discovered I was better off becoming a fan of the aforementioned, not Greek myth.

I should have had some idea. The show is Japanese, which means not only do the characters have long names, but they are riddled with various consonants that make them fit terribly into a rhyme scheme (Beautiful language, just a bitch to rhyme.)

Still, if I'm creative enough, I know I can work around this to make a smooth, interesting song. I've managed worse, and will continue to do so. If it weren't for challenges like this, I would never become a better lyricist.

BBS! (Be Back SoMuchDoperThanBefore)

For anyone who follows my youtube channel, you may have noticed a lapse in new videos over the past two months. With college and work, I find I have zero minutes for any sort of comic or rap related goodness. But fear not! I plan to be back better than ever when the summer kicks off (early May, I believe) And the content will be better than ever before:

• New videos (music and talking)

• Skits (Have some concepts plotted and a few scripts started)

• New COMIC-COPS!! (As frequently as time allows. I WILL still have work)

I'll also have a few non-video related projects. My good friend Colin and I have decided to start a podcast. We attempted a first episode a couple weeks ago but neither of us have the time to edit it with our current schedules (And trust me, you do NOT want to hear it in the state it is now.)

On top of that, I'll be working with a few friends for a photo shoot. I haven't decided what I'll do with the finished product, but if I take a liking to a particular shot, it could very well become my mixtape cover (Oh right, MIXTAPE! I'm doing that too.) It's gonna be a busy Summer. Stay tuned, stay true, and EXCELSIOR!

Discovering a Legacy

Okay, so truthfully this post should be something like "Rediscovering a Legacy" but I know how much jumbled syllables annoy the masses.... I'm a frikkin rapper.

The past week has brought about a major revelation for me. As people grow, their philosophy tends to change on just about everything. Since I'm merely a person-like robot, my revelations are limited to the worlds of "comic books" and "rap." Every now and then my programming will malfunction and I'll realize something really groundbreaking, but I usually forget it before I can write a controversial novel on the matter.

My most recent realization concerned the world-wide, and most likely intergalactic, phenomenon Star Wars.

Like any well raised nerd, I love the series and everything it represents. As a kid, I would go on about it any time some said they'd seen the movies, without realizing that's pretty much the whole of humanity. Of course, I assume there are a few alien creatures, as well as those dedicated Star Trek fans, that are scarce on the details.

Despite my burning passion for the mythos, I haven't read a Star Wars comic in years. I haven't liked one in even longer. Reading them as a teen, they all seemed like cheap tie-ins that skipped on the quality (I was an asshole in High School.) For the most part I was right, though I see now that my preconceived notions toward "Star Wars comics" as a whole prevented me from seeing the genius of those rare exceptions.

Last Thursday, I picked up "Star Wars: Knight Errant vol. 1" on one of my routine passes through the comic store by my College. There was a sale on all Star Wars trades (collected issues) and the idea of a deal suddenly outweighed my disinterest. I had two hours before my next class, so I managed to finish the whole book. It was awesome.

Suddenly my appetite for Star Wars was reengaged, and it needed to be satisfied faster than I could make it back to the comic book store (There was no time after class.) That night, I pulled "Star Wars: Legacy vol. 1" off of my shelf, a book I hadn't even looked at in four years. I was shocked by new emotions toward the characters and story. I would have thought I was reading a different comic, had I not remembered most of it in detail.

My biases were gone, and though judging comics is world from being relevant to the big picture, it felt good I could get over that hump and shake off that feeling of arrogance that seems to be the emotional petroleum that fuels our opinions as nerds.

Boyfriend vs. Guy Friend. (A Breakdown for Those Who Love Loving)

We often don't think about how hard it is for straight women to find someone. We think "Guys aren't picky. They'll cling to just about anyone" but don't consider certain factors. Do these nonselective suitors live close enough to their would-be girlfriends? And are they even confident enough to do the dance required to go from guy friend to boyfriend? I know I was always terrified of asking a girl out, as I could never read the signals. I don't think any man anywhere in existence really can.

My shyness meant that most of my relationships were arranged. I was often "set up" with a girl through a mutual friend. I can't remember this concept ever seeming strange to me, though looking back, it was the best example of the word I could ever think of. To actually tell someone "She's so nice, you should date her." which is no exaggeration from what I'd hear as a youth, is one of the weirdest things ever.

You'd never hear someone described like that in a regular situation. But shouldn't you? Often times, friends last longer than lovers, and I'd personally like to know if someone was worth it before I let them into my social circle.

In High School, most of the kids had had more lovers than friends, which to me is like saying that you acquired more Heart Pieces in The Legend of Zelda than Rupees (Heart Pieces are scarce, while Rupees can be found just about anywhere). A girlfriend or boyfriend should be something special, and most importantly, something that you don't just pick up because you feel like you could use one.

People often find that the significant other they selected in such haste would suit them better as a friend. WHO'D AH THUNK IT!?! When it comes down to it, I think people, male and female, should be more selective. I mean, there are a thousand Rupees, right? Why not wait for that Heart Piece?

From Flavor to Swag.

About an hour ago, I read an essay for my English Comp class (Jeffery Campbell isn't the only educated rapper.) It had to do with how humankind consumes more than it should, which nowadays even a fourth grader could tell you to be true. (They show "An Inconvenient Truth" in Grade School, right?) The funny thing was that the part of this essay that really got me going, and that I promise I'll connect to rap in a second, was the idea of shopping as a form of consumption.

Americans love to shop. I'm not a statistics guy, but my gut feeling is that not a lot of countries compare to us on the Scale of Buying Things (Wow, I should quit rap and get a job naming different types of scales.) It seems to me that a big contributor to all this, at least at the young male level, are rappers, aspiring rappers, and rap enthusiasts obsessed with their "swag".

I have tons of clothes. I'd like to stress that. I'd also like to say that I don't do it to upgrade my "swag" points (Which is partly due to my learning that you can't redeem them for prizes. a stuffed swagasaurus rex would've been cute.) I think there's two distinct groups of fashion enthusiasts. There's those who do it to please themselves, and there's those who do it so others think they're cool. I'm glad to say that, after 6 years of teenage awkwardness, I've nuzzled my way into category (a).

I love clothes. I have somewhere around 80 t-shirts, each of which I wear eventually. Most importantly, I don't wear them to be a carbon copy of the guy next to me. I wear hats with Deadpool on them. I don't give a fuck if that's not what's popular. You like the Orieles? Well guess what? I don't even know what city they play for (Or sport for that matter... I wanna say croquet.) My interest in fashion comes from wanting someone to know what I like without me ever saying a word to them (Those t-shirts? All comic book or sci-fi related.)

On the flip side, you've got people who follow hip hop fashion like a job (Only, it's a job where you lose money every time you need to switch to a different style) five years ago, every rap fan I knew was wearing pants that looked like they'd be more efficient as a small house. A couple rappers with a passion for skating was all it took to throw that baggy shit in the dumpster (Though, a lot of their clothes would have acted better as their own dumpsters) They were following a trend, and following it to impress those around them.

Often times, it's not just the clothes. People will copy these rappers' entire set of interests for no apparent reason. YES, this rapper is dope, but you don't have to be him.

I guess I'm just hopeful that those people will grow out of that mindset. For hip hop's sake, fashion's sake, and the sake of the people themselves. Life's so much easier when you're not trying to be a part of it. I know. I finished my "baggy pants" chapter 5 years ago, only I didn't flip to the next page.

Comics... The Best Birth Control. (Not About Wrapping a Comic Book Around Your Manhood)

For the past 5 years, comics have been a near-unhealthy obsession of mine. For even longer, I've been a incorrigible Spider-Man groupie. Sometimes I'll think about some of the things I've said in regards to Peter Parker's adventures (That's the Spider-Man of my youth, though both Ben Reily and the Ultimate Universe's Miles Morales have assumed the title) things about his life and career that most people would never find interesting about a fictional character. Then I sit back, take a sigh of epiphany and say to myself "So THAT's why I didn't have sex in high school."

Girls, for the most part, don't like nerd things, and most of the ones that do aren't passionate to the extent of the males who share their interests. My girlfriend has no interest in sci-fi. Seriously. If I recorded every time she groaned at my reciting of a Doctor Who quote, I could put on a 3 hour groan-strumental symphony. This can be both an Achille's heel and the best defense.

Skanks, sluts, and scallywops are, as their names imply, not picky. They are creatures of poison who seek only to spread their disease across the bloodstream of the human race. While most men are defenseless against these appalling beings, we as nerds possess the key to repelling these beings, if not destroy them for good. Dorkiness. Lameness. The root of uncool. These are like Kryptonite to them (Mentioning Kryptonite alone is enough to daze a small pack of girls in belly shirts)

Using these powers are especially difficult for the youth, as they are often deceived by the favorable proportions of the promiscuous. PLEASE YOUNG NERDS, do not be swayed. With your help we can eliminate the terrible "Itch" that plagues this world.

What I'm About..

I, the being known as Will "Fuju" Morin, am many things. Writer and artist of comic books, sci-fi enthusiast, and as my girlfriend has said, somewhat a "male fashionista". On Youtube I'm something different, a weird blend of things. I review comic books and sum up the stories in a rap. My goal is to get paid doing any one of these things, or all of them. I'm also not a very graceful talker, so I hope that this blog can be both a source of content, as well as proof that I'm not a bumbling oaf.

Well that's about it. This phat beat is calling me, so I'd better lay it down.

Keep it weird,

Fuju