The meeting goes as well as can be expected. Rick, the SCIFI guy, I feel an immediate kinship with, if for no other reason than he starts swearing before I do. We watch the tape, along with some co-horts of his. They seem to like the short, they like the idea, but Rick zeroes in on the problems he's going to have selling the show to his bosses.

Namely, no one learns and no one hugs. MOA! Is about as nihilistic as you can get: it's about fast crap, stuff sploding, dudes getting kicked, and the hero sleeping with all the women. Same appeal as James Bond, really, but this isn't what SCIFI are looking for, really.

Matt Fraction (Man of Action), me matando de inveja com a vida que pedi a Deus, na sua coluna semanal.