Linkapalooza, Comics Edition
Linkapalooza, Comics Edition
Jun 04I’m in this groove where I sit in the morning before the dog and kid wake up and read my Google Reader in bed. I keep starring items or e-mailing myself links and thinking, “Hey, I should write about that.” So here I am, writing about many such items all in one fail swoop.
Warren Ellis’ latest column for Wired UK is absolutely vintage, genius stuff:
So the Kindle, Jeff Bezos’s magic slate, doesn’t work properly over here in God’s Own Country.
Which is why UK booksellers are not currently hurling themselves in front of the eight or so cars we can still afford to operate in Britain. Here in God’s Own Country we are, by and large, fat and lazy shitbags full of chips. And if we don’t have to use the block and tackle to hoist ourselves off the sofa while watching Strictly Grinning Retards Poncing Around on Ice, in order to obtain a copy of Harry Potter and the Unsettling Handjob in the Middle of the Night, then we won’t.
I need to re-read it, but on first pass I very much enjoyed David Tischman and Glenn Fabry’s Beatles-as-superheroes miniseries, Greatest Hits. Nice to see it getting some wrap-up coverage at Newsarama. I hope there’s more on the way; I like Tischman’s thesis for this fictional universe and would love to see it explored further.
Via Gabriel Ba over at the blog he shares with Fabio Moon comes some pages from what looks like an intriguing noir graphic novel, Kiss Me, Judas, and a sweet new artist find, Jefferson Costa. Love to see more of this stuff.
Art Brut visits DC Comics. Entertainment ensues.
I think this was via Sean Kleefield—The Kirby Project, a great blog that features Kirby characters and homages by artists major and otherwise. My fave so far is the cartoonish OMAC.
This has nothing to do with comics, except that I found it via Gavok over at 4thletter; it just makes me laugh to beat the band.
Oh hell no. You have got to be kidding me. Free-range accordions are frowned upon just about everywhere; outside of certain festivals there are a very small number of people in the world whose performance on an accordion in public is tolerated, and none of those people are so desperate as to have to perform in public libraries between a stack of books and a guitarist with one rapidly melting leg. I don’t care if they won’t let you take the sheet music outside the branch, you photocopy that shit. Put away the accordion and take off that silly-ass hat, you banana-pudding-suit-wearing freakshow.
