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smashpages · 3 months
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Out this week: I Escaped a Chinese Internment Camp (Lev Gleason, $19.99): 
This comic by Fahmida Azim, Anthony Del Col, Josh Adams and Walt Hickey originally appeared on Business Insider and went on to win the Pulitzer Prize. It tells the story of Zumrat Dawut, a Uyghur mother of three living in China who was arrested and sent to a brutal detention area. The story is based on interviews with her as well as her testimony to the United Nations Human Rights Council.
See what other comics and graphic novels arrive in stores this week.
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shirleywhere · 18 days
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Perhaps if AI had started its rollout by replacing, say, human toil and labor rather than immediately targeting and automating the artistic and creative pursuits that make life worth living, you know, it might have better numbers.
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misterjt · 1 year
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The deal to take Twitter private is reaching an inflection point for Elon Musk. Musk put about $26 billion of his own money into the Twitter deal, and after accounting for a few more shareholders, the balance was in $13 billion worth of debt to fund the takeover. The annual interest payments on that debt are $1.5 billion, and the first installment may be due as soon as the end of the month. There might be some restructuring, exchanging $3 billion of debt that has an interest rate of 11.75 percent for loans backed by Musk’s stake in Tesla, but even that reservoir of assets is drawing down; he’s already pledged 63 percent of his stake in Tesla as collateral for loans, and the stock is down 65 percent as of last year. Worst of all, Twitter is probably not worth what was paid, as equity analysts put it closer to $15 billion today than the $44 billion Musk paid.
-Walt Hickey summarizing a Financial Times article on the bird app
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graphicpolicy · 2 years
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How I escaped a Chinese internment camp wins the Pulitzer for Illustrated Reporting
How I escaped a Chinese internment camp wins the Pulitzer for Illustrated Reporting #comics #comicbooks #pulitzer
The use of comics for reporting (dubbed graphic journalism) has a long tradition and in recent years it has produced amazing works of art exploring our world and chronicling events with an intimate and personal focus missing from mainstream journalism. The Pulitzer Prize has recognized one of those projects, How I escaped a Chinese internment camp, as the 2022 winner for “Illustrated Reporting”.…
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The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993, Henry Selick)
03/04/2024
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brimstone-cowboy · 2 years
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Hold it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?)
Outside fair costume – within, ashes and filth.
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denimbex1986 · 2 months
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'Andrew Haigh’s All of Us Strangers won Film of the Year and LGBTQ Film of the Year honors from the Dorian Film Awards, the annual honors bestowed GALECA: The Society of LGBTQ Entertainment Critics.
The Searchlight drama starring Andrew Scott and Paul Mescal as two troubled souls who fall for each other in lonely London, also scored a leading third win, LGBTQ Screenplay of the Year, for Haigh’s script. It led all nominees this year with nine.
“Twelve years ago, Andrew Haigh’s fresh and observant queer romance Weekend ruled our Dorians as well,” GALECA president Walt Hickey said Monday in revealing the awards. “So the fact that Strangers obviously touched many of our members’ hearts as well counts as sort of a sweet homecoming to our organization.”...
Film of the Year
All of Us Strangers (Searchlight)
LGBTQ Film of the Year
All of Us Strangers (Searchlight)
LGBTQ Screenplay of the Year
Andrew Haigh All of Us Strangers (Searchlight)...'
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seraphtrevs · 2 years
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Excerpt from my Jesse/Lalo WIP! Working title - Sweet Tooth
The conversation petered out, and Lalo and Walt silently watched Jesse clean the vat. The music blasting from his headphones was loud enough that even from across the room, Walt could hear the muffled beats and mumbled words of what passed for music nowadays. Jesse was enthusiastically singing along. Or rapping was more accurate, he supposed. Walt didn’t understand the appeal. What ever happened to melodies and lyrics that weren’t all curse words? The Beatles. Now there was real music.
“He’s sweet,” Lalo said.
Walt suppressed a scowl. Did the man ever shut up for more than five minutes? “Don’t let him fool you. He’s no innocent.”
“No man, I mean how he tastes. Must be that soda he drinks—you know, that neon green shit? What’s it called, Mountain Mist?”
“Mountain Dew,” Walt corrected. His stomach clenched. What did he mean by how he tastes?
Lalo snapped his fingers and pointed at Walt. “That’s the one! He let me taste his drink when we went go-carting. You should have come—it was fun!”
He meant his taste in soda, then. Probably a translation error—Lalo’s English was very good, of course, but second languages could be tricky. Walt relaxed a little. “My son also drinks it. Much too cloying. Never had much of a sweet tooth myself.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.” Lalo scratched his neck. “For me, I have to be in the right mood. But when I want something sweet, I want it sweet, you know? Give-me-cavities kind of sweet. I want the taste to linger on my tongue.”
Their conversation was interrupted when Jesse’s singing got louder—he had apparently gotten to an especially rousing part of his song.
Pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy! I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat you? Can I eat you?
He danced for a couple seconds, complete with a little spin, before he started scrubbing again.
Walt rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe what kids listen to nowadays. So vulgar.”
“I don’t know, it’s kinda catchy.” Lalo’s voice dropped as he leaned in, a conspiratorial twinkle in his eyes. “He’s quiet, too. Surprising, no? I wouldn’t have guessed it, but it’s true. More breathy little sighs than moans. Don’t get me wrong—he can get loud too. Just takes a little extra effort.”
Walt froze. There was no way that was a mistranslation. All at once, several pieces fell into place. Jesse's starry eyes. The hickey. That goddamn blush when Walt pressed him about it. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out.
Lalo winked. “See you next week, Walter.”
Walt hated how he said his name—he always hit the last syllable extra hard, like the stuttering er of some sniveling Poindexter. Walt chalked it up to his accent before, but there was no mistaking the mockery now. His fists clenched so tight that the pencil in his hand snapped in two.
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bhrarchinerd · 2 months
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What we see on screen has this way of influencing our perception of the world, which makes sense because the average American spends 2 hours and 51 minutes watching movies and TV each day. That’s a whopping 19 percent of our waking hours. Walt Hickey is a data journalist and author of a new book called You Are What You Watch. In it, Walt makes a case for how much film and television shapes us as individuals and as a society, far beyond what we give it credit for.
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andronetalks · 3 months
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Sorry Elon, Americans don't want a brain chip: poll
Business Insider – India By Walt Hickey – February 6, 2024 Last week entrepreneur Elon Musk announced that his company Neuralink — which is attempting to develop brain implants to mediate connections between the brain and technology — has implanted a product in a human test subject. A new poll from YouGov suggests that interest in such devices will be limited by skepticism about their potential,…
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jennbarrigar · 5 months
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The Battle of the Books: Taylor Lorenz and Walt Hickey debate
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msclaritea · 8 months
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Rotten Tomatoes Expands Critics Outreach and Grant Program  – Variety
"...We at GALECA: The Society of LGBTQ Entertainment Critics could not be prouder of the work we’ve done with our partners at Rotten Tomatoes. Thanks to their generosity, together we’ve been able to support, nurture and fund important young voices among emerging critics through our Crimson Honors College Critics awards, which this year supported three queer-identifying women and non-binary critics with financial assistance to pursue their important work,” said Walt Hickey, president of GALECA.
With Gold House, Rotten Tomatoes will support its Futures Accelerator: Journalism mentorship program for API journalists and critics. The NABJ’s 2023 Arts & Entertainment Media Institute will specifically receive support from RT, which counts investors in Warner Bros. Discovery and Comcast.."
So, Galeca, a Velvet Mafia front, and Warner Bros Discovery are involved in this? Rotten Tomatoes was already losing trust among movie goers. Fact: RT is based in New Zealand, a British colony.
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graphicpolicy · 2 years
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Around the Tubes
Some comic news and reviews from around the web to star the day! #comics #comicbooks
It’s new comic book day! What are you all getting? What are you excited for? Sound off in the comments. While you decide on that, here’s some comic news and reviews from around the web. The Beat – Fahmida Azim, Anthony Del Col, Josh Adams and Walt Hickey win new Pulitzer Prize for comic – Awesome to see this! ICv2 – Thieves Steal $20,000 Worth of CGC-Graded Comics – If anyone has any…
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The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993, Henry Selick)
11/01/2024
The Nightmare Before Christmas is a 1993 animated film directed by Henry Selick, created and co-produced by Tim Burton, on behalf of Touchstone Pictures (owned by The Walt Disney Company) and Skellington Pictures, and distributed by Buena Vista International.
The film originates from a story in the form of a poem written by Burton in 1982, while working as an animator at Walt Disney Productions. With Vincent's success in the same year, he began to consider developing The Nightmare Before Christmas as a short film or television special, but to no avail. Disney initially released the film through Touchstone Pictures because they deemed the film too dark and scary for children.
Written by Caroline Thompson, the plot features Jack Skellington, pumpkin king of Halloween Town, who decides to turn his life around to understand what Christmas is. The voice cast consists of Chris Sarandon, Catherine O'Hara, Ken Page and William Hickey.
The film was a critical success upon its release, earning praise for its animation (particularly the innovation of the stop-motion art form), characters, songs, and soundtrack. Although it was initially a modest success at the box office, over time it became a cult film. It was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Special Effects, a first for an animated film, but lost to Jurassic Park. The film has since been reissued by Walt Disney Pictures and re-released annually in Disney Digital 3-D from 2006 to 2009, making it the first stop-motion animated film entirely converted to 3D.
Halloween Town is a world in which all the monsters of the holiday live, governed by Jack Skellington, the pumpkin king.
As dawn breaks, Jack finds himself in an open space surrounded by seven trees with doors engraved on the trunk, each representing a different symbol of the holidays (Halloween, Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, Independence Day, Valentine's Day and St. Patrick's Day).
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leam1983 · 1 year
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Amon Tobin - Bad Sex.mp3
We gave of ourselves last night - and Walt gave everything he had.
I've written about our late weeks and our time spent in bed before, I won't bore you with the particulars, time time around. Structurally, it was sex, as per usual. In terms of intent, however, it felt much more meaningful.
We'd spent months reining ourselves in, knowing we lived right next door to my parents. Now, all there is around us consists of a lakeshore and the cover of sleepy oak trees and pines, and we're in the off-season. There's virtually no-one around for miles on end. You need Walt's car to reach civilization.
So, with that in mind, we went in hard, last night. We went in hungry, and we went in both starved of affection and desirous of an excuse to provide it to one of the other two.
We screamed, yelled, grunted, spoke and whispered - and we called ourselves all the pet names we have for each other. Sarah claimed she felt our desire course through her, and Walt eventually reached a point where saying "I'm fat!" on a declamatory tone felt like a declaration of pride, of absolute self-satisfaction. He accentuated the word fat as if his belly were some sort of physical manifestation of our desire, and guided my hands on his chest as he did so.
"You make me feel sexy," he eventually gasped. "You make me feel wanted. You validate all my sartorial fetishes and you make me want to adorn myself for the both of you..."
We kept going where we normally would've stopped, pushed into pure animalistic urges. We reached a point where consensually-used insults were the only way we had to express the depth of our need for one another. Walt called me a cripple and it tore at my heart in the best way possible, and Sarah called Walt a neurotic swine while he pushed himself into her repeatedly, working through all the standard terms you'd never use with a woman you love.
I didn't know you could reach a point where actual markers of love and kindness stop feeling like they're enough. We needed raw input: Walt needed my fingers around his throat and I needed his tongue so completely in my mouth I could barely breathe.
We bruised each other, scratched one another, even drew a few drops of blood - but collapsed in a single pile once the urge faded.
Hands at his forehead, staring at the ceiling in disbelief, Walter huffed several long breaths before speaking.
"I didn't think I could love someone else this much. Even at their absolute trashiest, my exes only gave me hickeys. You two, though?"
Sarah followed his sliding gaze. "I wanted to bite you so hard, hon."
Walt's eyes are big, wide and earnest. "I would've wanted you to."
I'm staring at a corner of the room, as sensorily overloaded as I am. "I felt like punching you."
Walt barely takes a second to think. "I would've begged you to do it."
I fell silent for a while.
"Goddamn, this is insane. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, sure, but I'm still shocked."
Silence settles back in. We all have bruises and cuts to take stock of, with decency and respect for one another pushing us to shelve the screaming, thrashing urge for more aside for later.
Much, much later.
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