At Big Planet today, I discovered two wonderful things: first, Kill Your Boyfriend has been reprinted, which means I can finally give up the search for my original copy, lovingly put away fourteen years ago for safekeeping and of course never seen again. Seriously, you have no idea what I crush I had (and still have) on this book-- of course it's horribly dated now that we've all had enough Tarantino to float our collective back teeth, but still. Phillip Bond's art is drool-worthy, and who hasn't wanted to take a nine and blow away everyone's boring expectations? Awhile back, I discovered that D'Israeli (the inker) was selling the pages he'd worked on. Now I go to sleep every night underneath the climactic spread in which the Boy jumps off the Blackpool Tower with a grenade.

Second, P. Craig Russell and Neil Gaiman are doing a new Sandman miniseries supposedly based on Japanese mythology (but actually based on a story Gaiman pulled out of his butt)-- excuse me while I die of sheer artistic bliss overload! You can see a few images here and here, and here.