Here’s a report from the GalleyCat blog on MediaBistro, of all places, on what Alan Moore’s up to now. This should be good for what we in the biz call “coverage.” Wide coverage.
Peter Pan Heirs Protest Wendy’s Porn Comic
Moore’s latest project, Lost Girls: a “porno-graphic” novel in which Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz meets Alice from Alice in Wonderland and Wendy from Peter Pan, and (as near as I can make out from the descriptions) they tell each other X-rated versions of their stories while having hot sex with each other.
Well, near as I can make out this is actually just a retread of Ellie Dee in the Land of Woz, which is an old comic book from the XXX Cherry Poptart comic juggernaut by Larry Welz, and which is still around here somewhere, no doubt under all the unpaid bills and piles of Vanity Fair back issues. That comic featured Cherry’s geeky friend Ellie falling through a wormhole in her laptop or somesuch and ending up in the land of Woz, ie Steve Wozniak, inventor of the Apple computer. The Wicked Witch of the West was a dominatrix and the Tin Man was a horny robot. Sorry, pix will have to wait. Strangely, it seems the Vancouver Public Library computers aren’t too terribly fond of such illustrations as I wish to lay on you. All better now.
The Times of London reports that Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children is saying permission must be sought to write about Wendy, and it doesn’t sound like they’re inclined to give it.
Moore is unmoved: “I don’t see that you can ban anything in this day and age,” he tells the Times.
There’s a quote for the ages. If his lawyers can successfully defend it, back up goes my Mentos and Diet Coke video, stat.
Mentos, Diet Coke, cascading fountains of pop fizz, children’s literature, and porn. That would be a video for the ages. At least, all of them over eighteen.


I used to have a Cherry Poptart or two…lent them to someone, and of course, never got them back.
Which did not surprise me. I had the Gilligan’s Island story, and the one where Cherry and her mom…well…anyway.
Cherry always seemed to me to be momless. What did her mother look like? I would expect some kind of cross between Joan Collins and Bonnie Raitt.
No, she looked like a less baby-fat version of her daughter — but just as slutty.