Fred Van Lente update on the Chameleon controversy

[drsevarius.insanejournal.com]

I got another e-mail from Fred Van Lente, that he's asked me to post.

First off, while I believe he had the best of intentions, the poster "DrSevarius" wrote me under his real name and asked me a question I thought I was answering in private, to him. He posted my response without my permission and without telling me beforehand it was supposed to be for public consumption.

If he had told me that, I would have, first off, made it clear that I am not a Marvel employee. I am not a Marvel spokesperson. I am a freelancer. I speak only for myself. That is just as true for the following statement as the previous one.

Also, if he had told me that, I may have been less coy about the following "Spoiler Alert". Anyone who cares not to have stuff that's in ASM #605 revealed now should avert their eyes.

Amazing Spider-Man #605, which went to the printer weeks ago, makes it clear that Michelle and Chameleon did nothing more than make out in the kitchen scene in #603.

There was no sex, and therefore no rape.

And I'll simply point out that in the scene in ASM #604 when Peter comes home he has no idea why, exactly, Michelle is treating him differently, only that she is. He learns why-- at least partly -- and he responds, in #605.

Thanks for listening. I appreciate it.

Best,
Fred Van Lente

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[psychop_rex.insanejournal.com]

OVER for dinner, no. I wouldn't mind going to a restaurant with him, though. The dude loves making deals, so I reckon I could make a good one:

Me: 'Well, now, Scratchy m'boy, I'm afraid my soul's not on the market, but here's an alternate suggestion. We have just consumed between us a mighty mountain of jumbo shrimp and french fries. Now, one of us has to pay for it, so here's the deal - I'll trade all the soul that's in my left big toenail right now in exchange for you paying the check.'

De Debbil: 'Ahh... err... oh, well, something's better than nothing. Done. *scribbles on a napkin* Sign this in blood... Yes, good... Ha ha! THE SOUL IN YOUR LEFT BIG TOENAIL IS MINE!'

Me: *hands him my left big toenail, cut in advance* There ya go. Now, pony up.

De Debbil: ...damn you. And I wish I could mean that literally.