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Altar Egos: Part Teen Drama, Part Comic Book Adventure
Most coming-of-age movies follow a basic formula: equal parts melodrama and angst, topped with a dash of sex. The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys, in theaters June 14, adds sterner stuff: incest, religion, and animation - the latter crafted by Spawn creator Todd McFarlane. The graphic novelist gives the live-action film vivid segments that bring 14-year-old Francis' fantasies to life. Francis and his friends, '70s acolytes of the Hulk and Silver Surfer, transform into superheroes - the Muscle, Captain Asskicker, Major Screw, and Brakken - while his teacher/nemesis, Sister Assumpta (played by Jodie Foster), morphs into the evil Nunzilla. "The animation becomes metaphor for what he's going through in real life," says McFarlane. "There's not too much subtlety in comics." In this case, that's a virtue. - Jennifer Hillner

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Had an idea similar to this.
Started writing down notes for it last year.
Trying ot figure out the plot and all that.
But never got around to really writing it all.
Was ranting about Sunday night and Mark just kinda grunted and said, "Just get it done. Write it!"
Found this quote from Mark's blog. Guess this is what he wanted to say.

"I'm only going to repeat this once more: It doesn't matter if you thought of it first, or if your idea is better. If you didn't do anything with it, if you didn't push it, then don't come complaining when someone else get noticed for it, or gets attention for it, and their effort succeeds." - Anil Dash

work

work

work

I turned down a very big offered today.
Just texted them.
Turned them down because I knew even if I got the job and got paid a lot for it, that I wouldn't have time to do my comic books.
As it is, I barely have time to work on Alamat.
Getting that job would have really killed me.

write

write

write

Before I get pre-empted by some other writer.

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