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Please
don't confuse Mafus (me) with M.A.F.U.S.
They're a nice bunch of blokes who fly airplanes and do good
deeds and shit but apparently let their domain name registration
expire.
I'm just the self-important jerk who was there to pick it
up. |
WELCOME
TO MAFUS.COM
(Or,
Why Matt Wieringo Needs His Own Web Site)
Mr.
and Mrs. Mafus
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I
spend a lot of time on the Internet. A lot. I don't know how
humanity managed to accomplish anything before Al Gore invented
it. There's nothing you can't find out there if you know how
to use Google.
Some of it is good (and if you want my idea of what's good
on the Internet, you can check out my links
page.) A lot of it is bad
and some of it is downright horrifying.
Then there are sites that just defy
classification. There are sites (and I refuse to link
to them) that have left me disturbed for days and have given
me nightmares. If you can conceive of it, there's probably
a site that some dedicated (and often perverted) soul has
devoted to it.
Which
brings me to this site. I get a lot of free space with my
Comcast account and I had to do something with it. Frankly,
I'm just not an idea guy. I'm a "why didn't I think of
that?" guy. If I'm ever fortunate enough to have a lightbulb
go off over my head, it's usually just in time to see someone
else beat me to it. (I once created the comicbook character
SPAWN about five days before the first issue hit the stands.
True story; just ask my brother, Mike.)
Every subject I would be interested in enough to create a
Web site about already has at least a half dozen such sites.
Besides, Web sites created by obsessive fans usually lead
to such unpleasantness as cease-and-desist letters and restraining
orders.
And
so, this site is, like the SEINFELD TV show, about nothing.
Everything I've done in life has been by the seat of my pants
and this site will be no different. It will be a place where
I can put things I find interesting. It will be a place where
the three or four people who liked me in high school can track
me down. It will be a place where I can post my artwork so
I can pretend I'm not just wasting paper. And, if you like,
it will can be one of those goofy sites you send your coworkers
to for a laugh. Be my guest; I'm not proud.
I'll
try to spare you the usual "my favorite color is..."
crap and I'll leave the pictures of my cat on the family page
which, hopefully, will be password protected.
Someday
soon, I hope to figure out the whole blog thing. I've heard
that keeping a journal is like masturbating. Well, if that's
true, then posting that journal online for the world to see
is like pulling your lap taffy in the display window at Macy's.
It can be embarassing (especially if your taffy is "fun
size") yet strangely liberating. I can't wait.
So.
Why do I need my own Web site? I don't. But if that brain-dead
oxygen thief on JOE MILLIONAIRE can have his own TV show,
I can have take up 10 friggin' megabytes of bandwidth to satisfy
my vanity. |
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| REVIEWS
Mafus
reviews HULK and X2. Watch out
for spoilers, though.
I don't want to make you angry. I wouldn't like you when you're
angry.
Comicbook
and video game reviews are coming. Some day.
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COMIC
STRIP
I
like to draw, but I ain't no 'Ringo.
And my wife says I'm not very damned funny. So these are probably
going to suck. Don't say I didn't warn you. New strips semi-weekly.
(That's a fancy way of saying I procrastinate, so don't get your
hopes up.) |
| WEBLOG
I'm
sorry to say I don't have any Internet feuds going with other
comicbook creators yet. Probably, because, well, I'm
not a comicbook creator (and I'm not Rich Johnston.)
Nobody in the comics industry knows enough about me to hate me.
Well, Tom
Brevoort once told me my artwork sucked, so maybe I could
pick a fight with him. Dare to dream, I always say. |
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 Suzanne
and I both pay for this Web space, so she deserves her own page,
don't you think? She's not a comics pro either, but she met Joe
Quesada once.
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