If you’re at all familiar with this blog, you’ve probably realized, by now, one thing: Aidan Moher does not like my covers. Not since the discovery of the hooded man has Aidan Moher despised so thoroughly a creature. Perhaps this is something to take pride in: that man standing in water has overtaken hooded man as most despotic cover criminal. But I could not take heart in this, my friends. Not when I knew I had wounded Aidan so.
Admittedly, this was tragic news to hear when I first discovered it. It took some time, but I did heal. It took even more time to recover from when he kept raising giant, blown-up prints of Black Halo’s cover on my lawn and setting them on fire, but even then, my commitment to restoring my honor with Clan Moher did not falter.
And then, joy of joys, he delivered me this terse, brusque invitation to do a guest blog for A Dribble of Ink. And thus, a child of opportunity was vomited forth from the womb of fate, cleaned by the doctor of second chances and delivered squealing into the heaving bosom of mother friendship to nurse at the teats of–
Well, you understand where I’m going with this, anyway.
So this blog post, Aidan, is my wedding present to you. Inspired by the elegant simplicity of the Criterion Collection series of DVDs, I create, for you, a re-imagined set of artistically tasteful covers. May I present…the Moher Collection.
But why stop there? Aidan has been kind to me, throughout the years. He was the very first blogger to interview me, the very first to pause and think carefully before dialing for the police, the very first to unknowingly donate a body part to my charity organization Black Marketeers for Kids. The least I could do is take some of his favorite authors and do the same kindness for them that I did for myself.
Behold, The Moher Advanced Collection!
Take this blog post with you on your honeymoon, Aidan. Consider how you have changed the face of art direction and industry as far as it extends (which is not past my computer).
All the best to you and your bride. May you die quietly in your sleep and may they weep bitter tears over your corpse.