In my kind words for the New York Times Magazine yesterday I neglected to point out what apparently no one else has: Chris Ware sucks. He's an excellent illustrator, so he could be half of an excellent team. But he couldn’t write his way out of a long line a supermarket, much less an actual conflict.

Shoula coulda gone with Brian Vaughn. While carrying around his Ex Machina I've been approached by dorks old (grad student) and young (blonde and handsome: New York is like Bizarro World) eager to talk to a fellow reader. His stories have structure and pacing and dialogue, which, for my $15, easily trump narcissism and cleverness and beauty.

Life's too short to endorse alleged suckas. Grab some headphones and hit this pipe. Man has the tools, he has the talent.