Jack Parsons.

Please don't sue me, Chris Onstad.

I first heard about Jack "Marvel" Whiteside Parsons during an interview between David Duchovny and Marilyn Manson, to promote their video game Alliteration Adventure. Both were enamored of the strange, crazy man who L. Ron Hubbard stole a bunch of shit from, the US Government used to get rockets into space and . . . oh, hell. I can't do the story justice. Lucky for you, I've found a few people who can.

First up, in a story that DC Comics refused to print, a force no greater than Alan "Watchmen" Moore gives us this sexy and spooky summary of the dude who damned himself for dynamite.

Considerably longer, and potentially more substantial, is this: an epic in the making covering JWP's life from birth to the beyond. The art is beautiful and reminiscent of Guy Davis' moody work on Hellboy. The subtle scripting recalls not only Moore's biography of Parsons, but his epic investigation of the Jack the Ripper killings, From Hell.

This has dethroned Achewood as the web comic I have to read and reread on an hourly basis.

I've thought for a long time that Parsons' story would make an amazing movie. This is mostly because I think that if A Beautiful Mind can dramatize a math nut's story while ripping off Fight Club (story for a future piece) and glossing over the interesting stuff, I find no reason to believe that a story containing explosions, science fiction writers and Thelemites can't do the same thing.

That is, of course, unless someone doesn't want you to see it . . .