Echolalia. Echolalia.

R&G are Dead is a pretty cool play, unless you see too many amateur versions of it too close together, but what isn't that true of, am I right?

Meanwhile it hit me that R&G are Dead, is, essentially and undoubtedly unintentionally, the whole of modern comicbooks in a nutshell.

Plots: endlessly recycled and safely predictable. Anyone who claims not to have seen a particular plot twist coming in a comic written in the last... well, ever, is either a liar or retarded.

Life: what an amazing life cycle comicbook world beings have. Dead. Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Alive. We can explain the variations in lives as being nothing more than the actors who play them from time to time. Like the different chins and chests who represent James Bond on the big screen. Or like Doctor Who which pioneered the most brilliant form of metatextual recasting imaginable by actually enshrining within its show mythos the concept of Regeneration.

Unlike say, Spiderman, who when not being drawn / written by the latest "HOT" artist / writer (what is hot about someone who helps sell one tenth of what a single comic used to sell by volume back in the day? Nothing, that's what) is busy inseminating people with radioactive cum and selling his soul. And getting his powers boldly reimagined for no readily apparent reason.

Spidercrantz and Guildensuper are Dead. But don't worry, they'll be alive again soon enough.

"There's something awfully familiar about all this"