When I was a kid I dreamed about making superhero comics. These sad fuckers trying to sell the same shit sandwich the same way over and over and over, by pretending the wrapper is different, darker, cooler.
Yes, his famous love of music. According to teleprompter logs, when shot Trump was about to do a deep dive into the Afghan Whigs’ soul covers, such as the “My World is Empty Without You” single and Uptown Avondale EP, and how their recontextualization from a white junkie male POV reveals new lay—
Note to graphic designer: When you add the ribbon, please be sure to make it look like Nadal is holding it up with his penis. This is very important to me.
If it’s not helpful to you, by all means ignore this, but I’m just saying…
It really helps me to recenter myself to think “Oh right. The worst fucking people on the planet want me to feel like we’re doomed. Fuck those guys, actually.”
Status of my FB EC Library collection. I have a few Graham Ingels books to catch up on, plus George Evans and the latest Orlando, Severin, and Crandall volumes. I’ve skipped Kamen and Craig so far because the art just doesn’t grab me. I’m probably wrong about them.
My wife got this in a little free library and having seen Reacher on Amazon Prime I was expecting trash but this is garbage. “She was Asian. But not petite. / She had lace-up shoes on her feet.” is a satisfying couplet, though.
Fuck dirty photoshopped panels, there are more than enough real ones where you can tell those guys knew exactly what they were doing; from Heart Throbs #146, 1972:
A first for me as a copywriter: a client asked if I could “humanize” a bunch of copy they had written using AI, because they thought it sounded too mechanical. Yes, this is what happens when you try to replace me a high-end pocket calculator.
