Eternal problem child Grace Moore is a writer and comic based out of Seattle. She is a founding member and co-host of the Women at Warp podcast (they have a blog now too. You should check it out). Previously she’s been a contributing writer to the Mythcreants blog, co-host of All Things Trek on Trek Radio, and once won a contest for drawing a good butt. She studied fine arts and literature at the Evergreen State College. Clearly.
To say as Star Trek fans that we have days where we wish it were real is probably an understatement. The wish to traverse space, to take part in building a better future with our own two hands, to…
Someday (God willing) I hope to explain to future generations the full scope of how the manga market blew the minds of western comics producers, and how quickly they tried to cash in on those sweet nerd bucks with only…
Dear reader, Today I stand metaphorically before you with very literal excitement. Today my great work begins: the wild spewing of my own opinions with the intent of constructive criticism. As stated in my previous post, my plan is to…
Dear reader, I’ve been called on my shit and must react in kind. In a Women At Warp episode recorded earlier this year, we were asked for our must-reads of the world of Star Trek comics. While no one has…
I’ll say this for Dayton Ward: he knows the hell out of Star Trek. I say this not only to state the obvious but to say how appreciated it is in his book Kirk Fu Manual, A Guide to Starfleet’s…
Back in April, IDW announced that Transformers writer and Hasbro property head John Barber had been named Editor-in-Chief. Soon after, “Star Trek vs. Transformers” was announced. Hand to God, I really hope that this was Barber’s long-term childhood dream. Mostly…
IDWs formal announcement of an upcoming miniseries crossing over the continuities and aesthetics of Star Trek: The Animated Series and the first generation of Transformers is already chock full of pants-wetting nostalgia material. With four months until the actual release,…
Do you remember the first time you saw someone beam into that cardboard set? That half second where you saw a mysterious figure form out of a sparkling rain into a pastel fantasy? The entrance that outlived the camp of…