I really wanted to have another Deep Ice post ready in time for this week. I’ve done the reading and some of the background research. But it’s almost Christmas, and it takes all of my mental faculties to keep it together when I’m not getting ready for a major holiday. On top of which, I always have a lot of trouble just making it through Christmas to begin with. It’s not like I hate Christmas or anything, but I do worry that God’s going to give some adorable child’s mom cancer to teach me a lesson. Anyway, I spent hours looking at a blank screen trying to start writing about another War of the Worlds comic (I’ve got 4 comics left, if I decide to do all of them. And none of them are without merit, but I’ve long-since passed the point where I can can just bang out four thousand words on yet another adaptation), and completely failed. Hopefully I’ll be able to get the words to come by next week. In the mean time, here’s a delightful little idea that has been floating around my head ever since I heard that joke about telling Thanos the Reality Stone was inside John Wick’s dog:
