This weekend, nerds of all stripes are gathering in San Diego for the Christmas, Easter, and Ramadan of the geek calendar: Comic-Con International. By the time you read this, yours truly will be on a southbound plane in my steampunk finery. (I'm going to have to smuggle my brass goggles past the Department of Homeland Security, but that's the high price of fashion.) Like my brethren and sistern, I'm looking forward to a weekend of face time with my people: the comics nerds, the sci-fi and fantasy buffs, the Trekkers, the fanfic authors, the filkers, and, of course, the Browncoats.
Not that you would know any of this from reading The Stranger. Yet again, they've chosen to ignore the world's largest geek-out for some obscure reason. On the record, their very nice receptionist informed me the omission was because Comic-Con "doesn't happen in Seattle." Off the record, I'm sure it's a case of The Stranger's institutional snobbery.
Take a look at the arts coverage in this week's paper. BRENDAN KILEY reviews a comic book in the books section, but is it a work of high moral caliber, like J. Michael Straczynski and Andy and Joe Kubert's Before Watchmen: Nite Owl? Or perhaps is it a survey of edgy superheroic adventure, like a preview of Marvel Comics' upcoming don't-call-it-a-reboot Marvel NOW! program? Of course not. Heaven forbid the most exciting mainstream comics news announcement since DC's risky New 52 line-wide relaunch gets any press in the dishrag that moronically refers to itself as "Seattle's Only Newspaper." No, instead, Brendan interviews some sort of comics "journalist" I've never heard of. Has anyone heard of this Joe Sacco? Has he ever, even once, drawn Spider-Man?
Speaking of Your Friendly Neighborhood Webhead, the film section is lacking a serious, in-depth review of Marc Webb's game-changing The Amazing Spider-Man. Instead, we get PAUL CONSTANT interviewing Sarah Polley about some relationship movie. Who cares? I'm willing to bet Take This Waltz—gag—isn't going to gross $140 million in its opening six-day domestic release like Spidey did.
And as if anyone cares, visual arts editor JEN GRAVES goes to a park. Looking around my study right now, I see at least three resin statues of Nathan Fillion in his role as Captain Malcolm Reynolds. These limited-edition statues (two full-body, one bust) are more pure examples of visual art than Jen's dumb landscaping project. They're seen by more people, they're appreciated on a deeper level, and they're nicer to look at. (Don't even get me started on action figures—my Star Trek reboot 10-inch Kirk and Spock figures have made a little art of their own together, and I have the pics to prove it!)
The Stranger is doing itself a grave disservice by ignoring fandom. In three short decades, we have ascended from being mocked and derided to becoming culture's greatest tastemakers. As Captain Kirk told the Skrull Empress in my five-part Star Trek/Fantastic Four fanfic epic, The Stars Be My Destiny, "Ignore us at your peril."