Joshua Hale Fialkov

Purveyor of sheer awesomeness.

Joshua Hale Fialkov is the Harvey, Eisner, and Emmy Award nominated writer of graphic novels, animation, video games, film, and television, including:

THE LIFE AFTER, THE BUNKER, PUNKS, ELK'S RUN, TUMOR, ECHOES, KING, PACIFIC RIM, THE ULTIMATES, I, VAMPIRE, and JEFF STEINBERG CHAMPION OF EARTH. He's also written television including MAX’s YOUNG JUSTICE, NBC's CHICAGO MED and NETFLIX’s AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER.

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The Scott Baio Story.

Cut and Pasted from an IM in which I tell the Scott Baio story.

Joshua Hale Fialkov: I was at a UPS store in toluca lake. (20:20:36) Joshua Hale Fialkov: sending packages to PIttsburgh for the con. (20:20:53) Joshua Hale Fialkov: I very purposefully and clearly wrote my address and shipping info on the slip. (20:21:05) Joshua Hale Fialkov: but, while i'm getting it taken care of, Scott Fucking Baio walks up to the counter. (20:21:21) Joshua Hale Fialkov: and suddently everyones all "Oh scott! Charles in Charge was my favorite show ever!" (20:21:30) Joshua Hale Fialkov: and not paying attention to me, and my shipping. 20:21 (20:22:05) Joshua Hale Fialkov: I kept asking her to double check the address as it was REALLY important it arrived on time and didn't get lost. And she read me the address from my slip and printed my receipt. (20:25:32) Joshua Hale Fialkov: THe address on my slip and receipt was correct. (20:22:27) Joshua Hale Fialkov: Then I get to PIttsburgh, the box never comes. (20:22:34) Joshua Hale Fialkov: I track it down, and it was SENT TO THE WRONG ADDRESS. (20:22:37) Joshua Hale Fialkov: WHY? (20:22:40) JLU969: that totally and completely sucks (20:22:40) Joshua Hale Fialkov: WHy did I get fucked like this? (20:22:42) Joshua Hale Fialkov: Scott. (20:22:43) Joshua Hale Fialkov: Fucking. (20:22:44) Joshua Hale Fialkov: Baio. (20:23:01) Joshua Hale Fialkov: So I had to go the people's house who it got accidentally shipped to, and they thought I was a thief, as I tried to explain what happened. (20:23:05) JLU969: you now have Baio-bias (20:23:14) Joshua Hale Fialkov: They said "UPS is coming back to get it, you can't take it." (20:23:19) Joshua Hale Fialkov: and I'm like "It's FOR ME." (20:23:23) JLU969: show em ID? (20:23:26) Joshua Hale Fialkov: Yes. (20:23:32) Joshua Hale Fialkov: They wanted to make a photocopy of it. (20:23:34) Joshua Hale Fialkov: Fuck. (20:23:35) Joshua Hale Fialkov: Scott. (20:23:37) Joshua Hale Fialkov: Baio.

The Ouevre of Bad Religion

Goofy title aside, I've spent the day listening to the complete works of Bad Religion, all of the EP's, Singles, and Albums. A friend gave me a big old zip file with them. I own most of the stuff on cassette from my youth, but it's nice to have it all listenable and iPodded. The thing that surprises me is how consistently they've grown as a band. They get a lot of shit for being "too corporate" now, but, even the newest album is just as angry and anti-government/anti-corporation as you can get. Sure, they got much slicker, and added "melodies" but, really, as a musician, you get to a point where you get sick of just shouting and making noise. The thing is the music gotten "better" and their political outrage has remained in tact. That's pretty admirable, as far as I'm concerned.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Hard Writing

Here's the thing. I love writing. Love it unendingly. Really flat out my favorite thing to do. But, I have one project I've been writing for a while that's just killing me. It's this 48 page OGN, I'm doing with an INCREDIBLE artist from the UK, who's just going to kill on it, but goddamn, do I have to finish it first. The problem with it, is that it doesn't come naturally to me. Genre-wise, it's a stretch, because it screams to be formulaic, but for it to be good, it can't be. So I have to go against the instincts of telling a story like this and do it "backwards" more or less.

I'm nearly done, and once I am, and Eddie starts drawing it, I'll be very happy. Cause then it's on to the fun adventure story I got knocking around in my head.

MidOhioCon Pictures

Hoarse and Buggy table.

Josh ready for the masses.

(L) Jason Rodriguez (aka JRod), editor of Western Tales, says "Hi". (R) Hero Happy Hour's Dan Taylor

Saul from ssscomics.com

Dan Taylor with Comedy Central personality Dave Attell (or writer James Patrick)

Saul checking his camera.

(L to R) James Patrick, Saul's friend David and Saul.

JRod tossing one back.

Domo Origato Dan Taylor Roboto?

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This web site has been some of the hardest work I’ve done over the past few months, but it’s been a complete pleasure. My girlfriend always asks me why I “waste so much time” with it, and I always tell her the same thing, which is that it gives me a feeling of satisfaction. I’ve never “built” anything before. My dad was always working as I grew up. That’s not so much a cry for whatever, as it is a statement of fact. My dad was a hard working son of a bitch. The guy is getting to be in his 60’s and he still works well over 14 hours a day. He has the kind of work ethic that my generation could only dream of. Aside from all that, I never had a father who taught me how to build a tree house, or let me help build a deck or whatever. The only real building I’ve done is as a writer and film maker, and that isn’t quite as satisfying, because your degree of control over the finished product is minimal. Sure I have last say on my script, but I’d be lucky to sell something, yet alone get any say in how Hollywood goes about butchering my work.

This web site, is pretty much the one place where I don’t have to answer to anybody. I can afford to run it whether anyone reads it or not, and I know that there’s at least a few dozen people who do, and hopefully that number will start growing. In fact, I’d say the website has upped my productivity in just about every aspect of my life. I’m working harder at work, getting more writing done at home, and actually feel motivated to do more. Maybe it’s just having an audience (no matter how small) that gives me the will power to start accomplishing, instead of just drifting in to the couch with my Game Boy burning into my eyes.

Of course, the new season of TV starts in a few weeks, so maybe that’ll take the wind out of my sails.

Oh well.