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Of het hy net nooit 'n opmerking gemaak omdat dit die waarheid is nie?

Aziz Ansari het 'n paar maande gelede virale geword met 'n voorskou van Gevaarlik Heerlik, waar die komediant en Parke en ontspanning akteur onthou dat hy gehoor het hoe 50 Cent 'pomelo' met 'druiwevrug' verwar.

Uiteraard wonder ons almal of hierdie verhaal waar is of nie; 50 sent doen 'n Vitamienwater -ooreenkoms in werking stel. Maar in die jongste onderhoud met The New York Times Magazine, Ansari verseker die leser dat ja, dit is inderdaad 'n ware verhaal. Of 50 Cent nie saamstem met Ansari se weergawe nie, is egter onbekend.

'Elke ander keer het ek 'n bietjie gedoen oor iemand wat bekend was, baie vinnig kom hulle na u toe, of u hoor dat hulle daarvan hoor', het Ansari gesê. 'Dit is 'n geval waar ek nog nooit van iemand gehoor het wat weet of hy die stukkie gehoor het nie, of dat hy 'n idee het.'

Uitteken die oorspronklike skets hier. En as u 50 sent is, wag ons op u oproep.


Elke dag is soos Woensdag

Ek sit al 'n paar dae lank in my huis vas met 'n bietjie afwykende hartseer, en toe ek uiteindelik te veel slaap en rondloop, besluit ek dat ek in die boekwinkel gaan sit en lees. Beter beligting, mense in die omgewing, nie om die huis te wees, en sulke dinge kan soms goed wees vir wat u kwel. Ek het 'n sak met my boeke ingepak om saam te neem, sodat as daar niks op die rakke was wat my interesseer nie, ek nog dinge het om te lees.

Die eerste boek wat ek uit my tas gehaal het, was Swak getekende lyne: goeie idees en wonderlike verhale deur Reza Farazmand. Ek het dit nou die dag by die biblioteek gaan haal, en ek dra dit al 'n rukkie. Is jy bekend met Swak getekende lyne of Reza Farazmand? As dit die geval is, is alles wat u regtig nodig het om te weet dat dit 'n versameling van sy webkomics is, plus 'n paar nuwe materiaal. En 'n paar kort, komiese prosaverhale. As u nog nie die spotprenttekenaar of sy tekenprente ken nie, vertel ek u kortliks daarvan.

Eerstens is hulle snaaks. Tweedens, die titel is verkeerd, die lyne is baie goed getrek. Farazmand se kunswerke is baie eenvoudig en sy spook is byvoorbeeld selfs meer geabstraheerd as James Kochakla se Squiggle, maar die eenvoud dra net by tot die brutale dooie punt van die meeste grappies. Dit is moeilik vir 'n karakter om te sien as hulle oë net twee klein kolletjies is, weet jy?

Die meeste van die strykpunte behels dat iemand of iets iemand anders of iets anders afskakel, of iemand of iets wat iemand anders of iets anders vloek. Gewoonlik is dit diere wat die afknyp en vloek, wat snaaks is, want dit is nie tipies die soort dinge wat diere doen nie.

Daar is eintlik geen hardloopgoggas nie, maar 'n paar karakters kom herhaaldelik voor, soos die man met die baard (Farazmand trek baie baard, selfs op babas of lieveheersbeeste), 'n groot groen beer wat eers bekendgestel is as Ernesto, die ruimtebeer , en sy vriend Kevin, 'n duif.

Ek het vir baie grappies gelag.

Die prosa was 'n bietjie onwelkom, aangesien ek nie daarvan hou om tussen rits en prosa oor te skakel nie, maar daar moet op gelet word dat die prosa baie, baie kort, twee bladsye per storie is, en dat hulle 'n soortgelyke punt het -beskou dit as die tekenprente. Tog hou ek nie van prosa in my strokiesprente nie. Soos koffie, is goed. En tee is lekker. Maar as jy 'n teesakkie in 'n koppie koffie sit. Hoekom sal jy dit doen.

Ek sou in elk geval aanbeveel dat u hierdie boek lees. Of kyk ten minste op die webwerf as u te lui is om 'n werklike bok te soek.

Daarna het ek gelees Die vervaardiger van die koevert deur Chris Oliveros, wat ek veronderstel is dat u 'n slegte boek kan noem. Oliveros se naam klink u waarskynlik bekend, selfs al kan u nie sy werk by die vermelding van sy naam plaas nie. Hy was die stigter van Drawn & amp Quarterly, wat ongeveer die helfte van die werklik, regtig goeie strokiesprente in Noord -Amerika publiseer (Fantagraphics publiseer die ander helfte), en was die uitgewer daarvan tot 2015, toe hy die status van uitgewer raadpleeg, vermoedelik om te bestee meer tyd met Die vervaardiger van die koevert.

Die persverklaring noem dit '' 'n verslag van verouderde masjinerie en verouderde sakebeplanning '', wat die ontberings en lyding wat ''n klein onderneming ondervind' 'beskryf, terwyl dit sukkel om aan te pas by 'n veranderende ekonomiese landskap. En dit is van 'n ou in strokiesprentuitgewery! Ek is beslis nie die enigste een wat die moontlike parallelle daar gesien het nie.

Wel, dit is nie 'n vreeslike komiese strokiesboek nie, ondanks 'n bietjie swart humor om die kante (soos die man wat skynbaar gereeld na die rand van sy kantoorvenster kom asof hy wil spring, tot op die punt is dit nie juis 'n noodgeval om hom te sien nie) daar.

Dit is 'n ongelooflike neerdrukkende lesing, dit gaan oor die titelkarakter en hy en sy onderneming se afwaartse spiraal, terwyl sy twee werknemers en sy eie vrou hom bystaan ​​uit intertia en die feit dat hulle al soveel van hul tyd in hom en die maatskappy, maar uiteindelik begin die werklikheid soos dit moet, maar nie voor 'n paar luukshede nie, insluitend 'n mooi bravuratoneel waar die protagonis self by die venster uit spring en 'n lang gesprek voer met sy werknemers terwyl hy stadig, stadig , sak stadig tot sy dood.

Oliveros haal die hel uit van al die vreemde, outydse masjiene wat blykbaar in koevertvervaardiging gebruik is, en ander klein besonderhede, met die panele wat dikwels gefokus is op voorwerpe, masjiene of dele van die stad in plaas van die karakters, wat byna nooit verskyn nie in enigiets anders as 'n langskoot.

Dit is baie lekker om na te kyk, maar dit is 'n hartseer verhaal, dit is waarskynlik die beste om nie te lees as 'n mens al hartseer is nie.

Ek het nog 'n paar boeke in my man-beurs en tweedehandse versamelings van Marvel-miniseries gehad Blaze of Glory: The last Ride of the Western Heroes deur John Ostrander en Leonardo Manco en Wraak deur Joe Casey en Nick Dragotta, maar ek het gekies om iets uit die rakke te haal om dit te lees.

Ek het gekies Star Wars: Darth Vader Vol.2: Shadows and Secrets. Ek het gehou van die dom-geregtigde Star Wars: Darth Vader VOl.1: Vader, oké, maar ek is nie 'n groot fan van die kunstenaar Salvador Larocca nie, so ek het besluit ek sal die Jason Aaron-geskrewe volg Star Wars in die handel, en miskien net hierdie een volg in die handel wat in die biblioteek geleen is, of uit die rakke van my plaaslike Barnes en Noble gehaal word, daar gelees word en dan ongekoop op die rak neergesit word.

Ek het hierdie een bietjie beter gehou. Larocca se kuns bly uitstekend by die teken van helms, droids en aliens, maar ek vind sy menslike gelykenisse effens afskuwelik. Gelukkig is daar relatief min mense in die Darth Vader boek, net dokter Aphra en af ​​en toe 'n keiserlike offisier of ongelukkige menslike slagoffer.

Terwyl die eerste bundel 'n bietjie leun op aspekte waarvoor ek nie omgee nie (die skepping van 'teenstanders' vir Vader, waarvan nie een baie oortuigend is nie), gaan hierdie een diep in Vader se plan, terwyl hy probeer om sy eie geheime besit en agente om sy eie agenda na te streef, een wat in stryd is met sy meerderes in die Ryk, tot en met die keiser self.

So in hierdie bundel is daar 'n mooi netjiese rooftog waarin Aphra en haar robo-pas, die kwaai weergawes van C-3PO en R2-D2, 'n alliansie vorm met 'n handjievol oorvloedjagters, insluitend die bose weergawe van Chewbacca, en Ryk slaan terug cameos IG-90 (die droid bounty hunter wat soos 'n bose swart kryt gelyk het) en Bossk (die akkedis-ou) maak geld met 'n klomp geld. Daar is verskeie interaksies met misdaadbase, insluitend 'n Greedo -kap. Oh en Vader en 'n keiserlike vennoot, die Empire -weergawe van Sherlock Holmes, het die taak om te probeer uitvind wie die rooftog getrek het, wat natuurlik in opdrag van Vader gedoen is. Uiteindelik kry die soektog na Luke Skywalker 'n onverwagte wending, toe Aphra 'n helse onwaarskynlike voorsprong volg: die sterrekundige op Naboo wat koningin Amidala se lyk voorberei het.

Dit is altyd sleg, maar die skrywer Kieron Gillen hou al die karakters boeiend, indien nie simpatiek nie. En ek doen so lief vir 000, die Evil C-3PO:


Elke dag is soos Woensdag

Ek sit al 'n paar dae lank in my huis vas met 'n bietjie afwykende hartseer, en toe ek uiteindelik te veel slaap en rondloop, besluit ek dat ek in die boekwinkel gaan sit en lees. Beter beligting, mense in die omgewing, nie om die huis te wees, en sulke dinge kan soms goed wees vir wat u kwel. Ek het 'n sak met my boeke ingepak om saam te neem, sodat as daar niks op die rakke was wat my interesseer nie, ek nog dinge het om te lees.

Die eerste boek wat ek uit my tas gehaal het, was Swak getekende lyne: goeie idees en wonderlike verhale deur Reza Farazmand. Ek het dit nou die dag by die biblioteek gaan haal, en ek dra dit al 'n rukkie. Is jy bekend met Swak getekende lyne of Reza Farazmand? As dit die geval is, is alles wat u regtig nodig het om te weet dat dit 'n versameling van sy webkomics is, plus 'n paar nuwe materiaal. En 'n paar kort, komiese prosaverhale. As u nog nie die spotprenttekenaar of sy tekenprente ken nie, vertel ek u kortliks daarvan.

Eerstens is hulle snaaks. Tweedens, die titel is verkeerd, die lyne is baie goed getrek. Farazmand se kunswerke is baie eenvoudig, en sy spook is byvoorbeeld selfs meer geabstraheerd as James Kochakla se Squiggle, maar die eenvoud dra net by tot die brutale dooie punt van die meeste grappies. Dit is moeilik vir 'n karakter om te sien as hulle oë net twee klein kolletjies is, weet jy?

Die meeste van die strykpunte behels dat iemand of iets iemand anders of iets anders afskakel, of iemand of iets wat iemand anders of iets anders vloek. Gewoonlik is dit diere wat die afknyp en vloek, wat snaaks is, want dit is nie tipies die soort dinge wat diere doen nie.

Daar is eintlik geen hardloopgoggas nie, maar 'n paar karakters kom herhaaldelik voor, soos die man met die baard (Farazmand trek baie baard, selfs op babas of lieveheersbeeste), 'n groot groen beer wat eers bekendgestel is as Ernesto, die ruimtebeer , en sy vriend Kevin, 'n duif.

Ek het vir baie grappies gelag.

Die prosa was nogal onwelkome, aangesien ek nie daarvan hou om van rakke tussen strokiesprente en prosa oor te skakel nie, maar daar moet op gelet word dat die prosa baie, baie kort, twee bladsye per verhaal is, en dat hulle 'n soortgelyke punt het -beskou dit as die tekenprente. Tog hou ek nie van prosa in my strokiesprente nie. Soos koffie, is goed. En tee is goed. Maar as jy 'n teesakkie in 'n koppie koffie sit. Hoekom sal jy dit doen.

Ek sou in elk geval aanbeveel dat u hierdie boek lees. Of kyk ten minste op die webwerf as u te lui is om 'n werklike bok te soek.

Daarna het ek gelees Die vervaardiger van die koevert deur Chris Oliveros, wat ek veronderstel is dat u 'n slegte boek kan noem. Oliveros se naam klink waarskynlik vir jou bekend, selfs al kan jy nie sy werk by die vermelding van sy naam plaas nie. Hy was die stigter van Drawn & amp Quarterly, wat ongeveer die helfte van die werklik, regtig goeie strokiesprente in Noord -Amerika publiseer (Fantagraphics publiseer die ander helfte), en was die uitgewer daarvan tot 2015, toe hy die status van uitgewer raadpleeg, vermoedelik om te bestee meer tyd met Die vervaardiger van die koevert.

Die persverklaring noem dit '' 'n verslag van verouderde masjinerie en verouderde sakebeplanning '', wat die ontberings en lyding wat ''n klein onderneming ondervind' 'beskryf, terwyl dit sukkel om aan te pas by 'n veranderende ekonomiese landskap. En dit is van 'n ou in strokiesprentuitgewery! Ek is beslis nie die enigste een wat die moontlike parallelle daar gesien het nie.

Dit is nie 'n vreeslike komiese strokiesprent nie, ondanks 'n bietjie swart humor om die kante (soos die man wat skynbaar gereeld na die rand van sy kantoorvenster gaan asof hy wil spring, tot op die punt is dit nie juis 'n noodgeval om hom uit te sien nie) daar.

Dit is 'n ongelooflike neerdrukkende lesing, dit gaan oor die titelkarakter en hy en sy onderneming se afwaartse spiraal, terwyl sy twee werknemers en sy eie vrou hom bystaan ​​uit intertia en die feit dat hulle al soveel van hul tyd in hom en die maatskappy, maar uiteindelik begin die werklikheid soos dit moet, maar nie voor 'n paar luukshede nie, insluitend 'n mooi bravuratoneel waar die protagonis self deur die venster spring en 'n lang gesprek voer met sy werknemers terwyl hy stadig, stadig , sak stadig tot sy dood.

Oliveros haal die hel uit van al die vreemde, outydse masjiene wat blykbaar in koevertvervaardiging gebruik is, en ander klein besonderhede, met die panele wat dikwels gefokus is op voorwerpe, masjiene of dele van die stad in plaas van die karakters, wat byna nooit verskyn nie in enigiets anders as 'n langskoot.

Dit is baie lekker om na te kyk, maar dit is 'n hartseer verhaal, dit is waarskynlik die beste om nie te lees as 'n mens al hartseer is nie.

Ek het nog 'n paar boeke in my man-beurs en tweedehandse versamelings van Marvel-miniseries gehad Blaze of Glory: The last Ride of the Western Heroes deur John Ostrander en Leonardo Manco en Wraak deur Joe Casey en Nick Dragotta, maar ek het gekies om iets uit die rakke te haal om dit te lees.

Ek het gekies Star Wars: Darth Vader Vol.2: Shadows and Secrets. Ek het gehou van die dom-geregtigde Star Wars: Darth Vader VOl.1: Vader, oké, maar ek is nie 'n groot fan van die kunstenaar Salvador Larocca nie, so ek het besluit ek sal die Jason Aaron-geskrewe volg Star Wars in die handel, en miskien net hierdie een volg in die handel wat in die biblioteek geleen is, of uit die rakke van my plaaslike Barnes en Noble gehaal word, daar gelees word en dan ongekoop op die rak neergesit word.

Ek het hierdie een bietjie beter gehou. Larocca se kuns bly uitstekend by die teken van helms, droids en aliens, maar ek vind sy menslike gelykenisse effens afskuwelik. Gelukkig is daar relatief min mense in die Darth Vader boek, net dokter Aphra en af ​​en toe 'n keiserlike offisier of ongelukkige menslike slagoffer.

Terwyl die eerste bundel 'n bietjie leun op aspekte waarvoor ek nie omgee nie (die skepping van 'teenstanders' vir die keiser van Vader, nie een van hulle is baie oortuigend nie), gaan hierdie een diep in Vader se plan, terwyl hy probeer om sy eie geheime besit en agente om sy eie agenda na te streef, een wat in stryd is met sy meerderes in die Ryk, tot en met die keiser self.

So in hierdie bundel is daar 'n mooi netjiese rooftog waarin Aphra en haar robo-pas, die kwaai weergawes van C-3PO en R2-D2, 'n alliansie vorm met 'n handjievol oorvloedjagters, insluitend die bose weergawe van Chewbacca, en Ryk slaan terug cameos IG-90 (die droid bounty hunter wat soos 'n bose swart kryt gelyk het) en Bossk (die akkedis-ou) maak geld met 'n klomp geld. Daar is verskeie interaksies met misdaadbase, insluitend 'n cape Greedo. Oh en Vader en 'n keiserlike vennoot, die Empire -weergawe van Sherlock Holmes, het die taak om te probeer uitvind wie die rooftog getrek het, wat natuurlik in opdrag van Vader gedoen is. Uiteindelik kry die soektog na Luke Skywalker 'n onverwagte wending, toe Aphra 'n helse onwaarskynlike voorsprong volg: die sterrekundige op Naboo wat koningin Amidala se lyk voorberei het.

Dit is altyd sleg, maar die skrywer Kieron Gillen hou al die karakters boeiend, indien nie simpatiek nie. En ek doen so lief vir 000, die Evil C-3PO:


Elke dag is soos Woensdag

Ek sit al 'n paar dae lank in my huis vas met 'n bietjie afwykende hartseer, en toe ek uiteindelik te veel slaap en rondloop, besluit ek dat ek in die boekwinkel gaan sit en lees. Beter beligting, mense in die omgewing, nie om die huis te wees, en sulke dinge kan soms goed wees vir wat u kwel. Ek het 'n sak met my boeke ingepak om saam te neem, sodat as daar niks op die rakke was wat my interesseer nie, ek nog dinge het om te lees.

Die eerste boek wat ek uit my tas gehaal het, was Swak getekende lyne: goeie idees en wonderlike verhale deur Reza Farazmand. Ek het dit nou die dag by die biblioteek gaan haal, en ek dra dit al 'n rukkie. Is jy bekend met Swak getekende lyne of Reza Farazmand? As dit die geval is, is alles wat u regtig nodig het om te weet dat dit 'n versameling van sy webkomics is, plus 'n paar nuwe materiaal. En 'n paar kort, komiese prosaverhale. As u nog nie die spotprenttekenaar of sy tekenprente ken nie, vertel ek u kortliks daarvan.

Eerstens is hulle snaaks. Tweedens, die titel is verkeerd, die lyne is baie goed getrek. Farazmand se kunswerke is baie eenvoudig, en sy spook is byvoorbeeld selfs meer geabstraheerd as James Kochakla se Squiggle, maar die eenvoud dra net by tot die brutale dooie punt van die meeste grappies. Dit is moeilik vir 'n karakter om te sien as hulle oë net twee klein kolletjies is, weet jy?

Die meeste puntlyne behels dat iemand of iets iemand anders of iets anders afskakel, of iemand of iets wat iemand anders of iets anders vloek. Gewoonlik is dit diere wat die afknyp en vloek, wat snaaks is, want dit is nie tipies die soort dinge wat diere doen nie.

Daar is regtig geen hardloopgoggas nie, maar 'n paar karakters kom herhaaldelik voor, soos die man met die baard (Farazmand trek baie baard, selfs op babas of lieveheersbeeste), 'n groot groen beer wat die eerste keer bekendgestel is as Ernesto, die ruimtebeer , en sy vriend Kevin, 'n duif.

Ek het vir baie grappies gelag.

Die prosa was 'n bietjie onwelkom, aangesien ek nie daarvan hou om tussen rits en prosa oor te skakel nie, maar daar moet op gelet word dat die prosa baie, baie kort, twee bladsye per storie is, en dat hulle 'n soortgelyke punt het -beskou dit as die tekenprente. Tog hou ek nie van prosa in my strokiesprente nie. Soos koffie, is goed. En tee is lekker. Maar as jy 'n teesakkie in 'n koppie koffie sit. Hoekom sal jy dit doen.

Ek sou in elk geval aanbeveel dat u hierdie boek lees. Of kyk ten minste op die webwerf as u te lui is om 'n werklike bok te soek.

Daarna het ek gelees Die vervaardiger van die koevert deur Chris Oliveros, wat ek veronderstel is dat u 'n slegte boek kan noem. Oliveros se naam klink u waarskynlik bekend, selfs al kan u nie sy werk by die vermelding van sy naam plaas nie. Hy was die stigter van Drawn & amp Quarterly, wat ongeveer die helfte van die werklik, regtig goeie strokiesprente in Noord -Amerika publiseer (Fantagraphics publiseer die ander helfte), en was die uitgewer daarvan tot 2015, toe hy die status van uitgewer raadpleeg, vermoedelik om te bestee meer tyd met Die vervaardiger van die koevert.

Die persverklaring noem dit '' 'n verslag van verouderde masjinerie en verouderde sakebeplanning '', wat die ontberings en lyding wat ''n klein onderneming ondervind' 'beskryf, terwyl dit sukkel om aan te pas by 'n veranderende ekonomiese landskap. En dit is van 'n ou in strokiesprentuitgewery! Ek is beslis nie die enigste een wat die moontlike parallelle daar gesien het nie.

Dit is nie 'n vreeslike komiese strokiesprent nie, ondanks 'n bietjie swart humor om die kante (soos die man wat skynbaar gereeld na die rand van sy kantoorvenster gaan asof hy wil spring, tot op die punt is dit nie juis 'n noodgeval om hom uit te sien nie) daar.

'N Ongelooflike neerdrukkende lees, dit handel oor die titelkarakter en hy en sy onderneming se afwaartse spiraal, terwyl sy twee werknemers en sy eie vrou hom bystaan ​​uit die intertia en die feit dat hulle al soveel van hul tyd in hom en die maatskappy, maar uiteindelik begin die werklikheid soos dit moet, maar nie voor 'n paar luukshede nie, insluitend 'n mooi bravuratoneel waar die protagonis self by die venster uit spring en 'n lang gesprek voer met sy werknemers terwyl hy stadig, stadig , sak stadig tot sy dood.

Oliveros haal die hel uit van al die vreemde, outydse masjiene wat blykbaar in koevertvervaardiging gebruik is, en ander klein besonderhede, met die panele wat dikwels gefokus is op voorwerpe, masjiene of dele van die stad in plaas van die karakters, wat byna nooit verskyn nie in enigiets anders as 'n langskoot.

Dit is baie lekker om na te kyk, maar dit is 'n hartseer verhaal, dit is waarskynlik die beste om nie te lees as 'n mens al hartseer is nie.

Ek het nog 'n paar boeke in my man-beurs en tweedehandse versamelings Marvel-miniseries gehad Blaze of Glory: The last Ride of the Western Heroes deur John Ostrander en Leonardo Manco en Wraak deur Joe Casey en Nick Dragotta, maar ek het gekies om iets uit die rakke te haal om dit te lees.

Ek het gekies Star Wars: Darth Vader Vol.2: Shadows and Secrets. Ek het gehou van die dom-geregtigde Star Wars: Darth Vader VOl.1: Vader, oké, maar ek is nie 'n groot fan van die kunstenaar Salvador Larocca nie, so ek het besluit ek sal die Jason Aaron-geskrewe volg Star Wars in die handel, en miskien net hierdie een volg in die handel wat in die biblioteek geleen is, of uit die rakke van my plaaslike Barnes en Noble gehaal word, daar gelees word en dan ongekoop op die rak neergesit word.

Ek het hierdie een bietjie beter gehou. Larocca se kuns bly uitstekend by die teken van helms, droids en aliens, maar ek vind sy menslike gelykenisse effens afskuwelik. Gelukkig is daar relatief min mense in die Darth Vader boek, net dokter Aphra en af ​​en toe 'n keiserlike offisier of ongelukkige menslike slagoffer.

Terwyl die eerste bundel 'n bietjie leun op aspekte waarvoor ek nie omgee nie (die skepping van 'teenstanders' vir Vader, waarvan nie een baie oortuigend is nie), gaan hierdie een diep in Vader se plan, terwyl hy probeer om sy eie geheime besit en agente om sy eie agenda na te streef, een wat in stryd is met sy meerderes in die Ryk, tot en met die keiser self.

So in hierdie bundel is daar 'n mooi netjiese rooftog waarin Aphra en haar robo-pas, die kwaai weergawes van C-3PO en R2-D2, 'n alliansie vorm met 'n handjievol oorvloedjagters, insluitend die bose weergawe van Chewbacca, en Ryk slaan terug cameos IG-90 (die droid bounty hunter wat soos 'n bose swart kryt gelyk het) en Bossk (die akkedis-ou) maak geld met 'n klomp geld. Daar is verskeie interaksies met misdaadbase, insluitend 'n cape Greedo. Oh en Vader en 'n keiserlike vennoot, die Empire -weergawe van Sherlock Holmes, het die taak om te probeer uitvind wie die rooftog getrek het, wat natuurlik in opdrag van Vader gedoen is. Uiteindelik kry die soektog na Luke Skywalker 'n onverwagte wending, toe Aphra 'n helse onwaarskynlike voorsprong volg: die sterrekundige op Naboo wat koningin Amidala se lyk voorberei het.

Dit is altyd sleg, maar die skrywer Kieron Gillen hou al die karakters boeiend, indien nie simpatiek nie. En ek doen so lief vir 000, die Evil C-3PO:


Elke dag is soos Woensdag

Ek sit al 'n paar dae lank in my huis vas met 'n bietjie afwykende hartseer, en toe ek uiteindelik te veel slaap en rondloop, besluit ek dat ek in die boekwinkel gaan sit en lees. Beter beligting, mense in die omgewing, nie om die huis te wees, en sulke dinge kan soms goed wees vir wat u kwel. Ek het 'n sak met my boeke ingepak om saam te neem, sodat as daar niks op die rakke was wat my interesseer nie, ek nog dinge het om te lees.

Die eerste boek wat ek uit my tas gehaal het, was Swak getekende lyne: goeie idees en wonderlike verhale deur Reza Farazmand. Ek het dit nou die dag by die biblioteek gaan haal, en ek dra dit al 'n rukkie. Is jy bekend met Swak getekende lyne of Reza Farazmand? As dit die geval is, is alles wat u regtig nodig het om te weet dat dit 'n versameling van sy webkomics is, plus 'n paar nuwe materiaal. En 'n paar kort, komiese prosaverhale. As u nog nie die spotprenttekenaar of sy tekenprente ken nie, vertel ek u kortliks daarvan.

Eerstens is hulle snaaks. Tweedens, die titel is verkeerd, die lyne is baie goed getrek. Farazmand se kunswerke is baie eenvoudig, en sy spook is byvoorbeeld selfs meer geabstraheerd as James Kochakla se Squiggle, maar die eenvoud dra net by tot die brutale dooie punt van die meeste grappies. Dit is moeilik vir 'n karakter om te sien as hulle oë net twee klein kolletjies is, weet jy?

Die meeste puntlyne behels dat iemand of iets iemand anders of iets anders afskakel, of iemand of iets wat iemand anders of iets anders vloek. Gewoonlik is dit diere wat die afknyp en vloek, wat snaaks is, want dit is gewoonlik nie die soort dinge wat diere doen nie.

Daar is eintlik geen hardloopgoggas nie, maar 'n paar karakters kom herhaaldelik voor, soos die man met die baard (Farazmand trek baie baard, selfs op babas of lieveheersbeeste), 'n groot groen beer wat eers bekendgestel is as Ernesto, die ruimtebeer , en sy vriend Kevin, 'n duif.

Ek het vir baie grappies gelag.

Die prosa was nogal onwelkome, aangesien ek nie daarvan hou om van rakke tussen strokiesprente en prosa oor te skakel nie, maar daar moet op gelet word dat die prosa baie, baie kort, twee bladsye per verhaal is, en dat hulle 'n soortgelyke punt het -beskou dit as die tekenprente. Tog hou ek nie van prosa in my strokiesprente nie. Soos koffie, is goed. En tee is lekker. Maar as jy 'n teesakkie in 'n koppie koffie sit. Hoekom sal jy dit doen.

Ek sou in elk geval aanbeveel dat u hierdie boek lees. Of kyk ten minste op die webwerf as u te lui is om 'n werklike bok te soek.

Daarna het ek gelees Die vervaardiger van die koevert deur Chris Oliveros, dit is wat ek vermoed dat u 'n slegte boek kan noem. Oliveros se naam klink u waarskynlik bekend, selfs al kan u nie sy werk by die vermelding van sy naam plaas nie. Hy was die stigter van Drawn & amp Quarterly, wat ongeveer die helfte van die werklik, regtig goeie strokiesprente in Noord -Amerika publiseer (Fantagraphics publiseer die ander helfte), en was die uitgewer daarvan tot 2015, toe hy die status van uitgewer raadpleeg, vermoedelik om te bestee meer tyd met Die vervaardiger van die koevert.

Die persverklaring noem dit '' 'n verslag van verouderde masjinerie en verouderde sakebeplanning '', wat die ontberings en lyding wat ''n klein onderneming ondervind' 'beskryf, terwyl dit sukkel om aan te pas by 'n veranderende ekonomiese landskap. En dit is van 'n ou in strokiesprentuitgewery! Ek is beslis nie die enigste een wat die moontlike parallelle daar gesien het nie.

Wel, dit is nie 'n vreeslike komiese strokiesboek nie, ondanks 'n bietjie swart humor om die kante (soos die man wat skynbaar gereeld na die rand van sy kantoorvenster kom asof hy wil spring, tot op die punt is dit nie juis 'n noodgeval om hom te sien nie) daar.

Dit is 'n ongelooflike neerdrukkende lesing, dit gaan oor die titelkarakter en hy en sy onderneming se afwaartse spiraal, terwyl sy twee werknemers en sy eie vrou hom bystaan ​​uit intertia en die feit dat hulle al soveel van hul tyd in hom en die maatskappy, maar uiteindelik begin die werklikheid soos dit moet, maar nie voor 'n paar luukshede nie, insluitend 'n mooi bravuratoneel waar die protagonis self by die venster uit spring en 'n lang gesprek voer met sy werknemers terwyl hy stadig, stadig , sak stadig tot sy dood.

Oliveros haal die hel uit van al die vreemde, outydse masjiene wat blykbaar in koevertvervaardiging gebruik is, en ander klein besonderhede, met die panele wat dikwels gefokus is op voorwerpe, masjiene of dele van die stad in plaas van die karakters, wat byna nooit verskyn nie in enigiets anders as 'n langskoot.

Dit is baie lekker om na te kyk, maar dit is 'n hartseer verhaal, dit is waarskynlik die beste om nie te lees as 'n mens al hartseer is nie.

Ek het nog 'n paar boeke in my man-beurs en tweedehandse versamelings Marvel-miniseries gehad Blaze of Glory: The last Ride of the Western Heroes deur John Ostrander en Leonardo Manco en Wraak deur Joe Casey en Nick Dragotta, maar ek het gekies om iets uit die rakke te haal om dit te lees.

Ek het gekies Star Wars: Darth Vader Vol.2: Shadows and Secrets. Ek het gehou van die dom-geregtigde Star Wars: Darth Vader VOl.1: Vader, oké, maar ek is nie 'n groot fan van die kunstenaar Salvador Larocca nie, so ek het besluit ek sal die Jason Aaron-geskrewe volg Star Wars in die handel, en miskien net hierdie een volg in die handel wat in die biblioteek geleen is, of uit die rakke van my plaaslike Barnes en Noble gehaal word, daar gelees word en dan ongekoop op die rak neergesit word.

Ek het hierdie een bietjie beter gehou. Larocca se kuns bly uitstekend by die teken van helms, droids en aliens, maar ek vind sy menslike gelykenisse effens afskuwelik. Gelukkig is daar relatief min mense in die Darth Vader boek, net dokter Aphra en af ​​en toe 'n keiserlike offisier of ongelukkige menslike slagoffer.

Terwyl die eerste bundel 'n bietjie leun op aspekte waarvoor ek nie omgee nie (die skepping van 'teenstanders' vir die keiser van Vader, nie een van hulle is baie oortuigend nie), gaan hierdie een diep in Vader se plan, terwyl hy probeer om sy eie geheime besit en agente om sy eie agenda na te streef, een wat in stryd is met sy meerderes in die Ryk, tot en met die keiser self.

So in hierdie bundel is daar 'n baie netjiese rooftog waarin Aphra en haar robo-pas, die kwaai weergawes van C-3PO en R2-D2, 'n alliansie vorm met 'n handjievol oorvloedjagters, insluitend die bose weergawe van Chewbacca, en Ryk slaan terug cameos IG-90 (die droid bounty hunter wat soos 'n bose swart kryt gelyk het) en Bossk (die akkedis-ou) maak geld met 'n klomp geld. Daar is verskeie interaksies met misdaadbase, insluitend 'n Greedo -kap. Oh en Vader en 'n keiserlike vennoot, die Empire -weergawe van Sherlock Holmes, het die taak om te probeer uitvind wie die rooftog getrek het, wat natuurlik in opdrag van Vader gedoen is. Uiteindelik kry die soektog na Luke Skywalker 'n onverwagte wending, toe Aphra 'n helse onwaarskynlike voorsprong volg: die sterrekundige op Naboo wat koningin Amidala se lyk voorberei het.

Dit is altyd sleg, maar die skrywer Kieron Gillen hou al die karakters boeiend, indien nie simpatiek nie. En ek doen so lief vir 000, die Evil C-3PO:


Elke dag is soos Woensdag

Ek sit al 'n paar dae lank in my huis vas met 'n bietjie afwykende hartseer, en toe ek uiteindelik te veel slaap en rondloop, besluit ek dat ek in die boekwinkel gaan sit en lees. Beter beligting, mense in die omgewing, nie om die huis te wees, en sulke dinge kan soms goed wees vir wat u kwel. Ek het 'n sak met my boeke ingepak om saam te neem, sodat as daar niks op die rakke was wat my interesseer nie, ek nog dinge het om te lees.

Die eerste boek wat ek uit my tas gehaal het, was Swak getekende lyne: goeie idees en wonderlike verhale deur Reza Farazmand. Ek het dit nou die dag by die biblioteek gaan haal, en ek dra dit al 'n rukkie. Is jy bekend met Swak getekende lyne of Reza Farazmand? As dit die geval is, is alles wat u regtig nodig het om te weet dat dit 'n versameling van sy webkomics is, plus 'n paar nuwe materiaal. En 'n paar kort, komiese prosaverhale. As u nog nie die spotprenttekenaar of sy tekenprente ken nie, vertel ek u kortliks daarvan.

Eerstens is hulle snaaks. Tweedens, die titel is verkeerd, die lyne is baie goed getrek. Farazmand se kunswerke is baie eenvoudig en sy spook is byvoorbeeld selfs meer geabstraheerd as James Kochakla se Squiggle, maar die eenvoud dra net by tot die brutale dooie punt van die meeste grappies. Dit is moeilik vir 'n karakter om te sien as hulle oë net twee klein kolletjies is, weet jy?

Die meeste van die strykpunte behels dat iemand of iets iemand anders of iets anders afskakel, of iemand of iets wat iemand anders of iets anders vloek. Gewoonlik is dit diere wat die afknyp en vloek, wat snaaks is, want dit is nie tipies die soort dinge wat diere doen nie.

Daar is eintlik geen hardloopgoggas nie, maar 'n paar karakters kom herhaaldelik voor, soos die man met die baard (Farazmand trek baie baard, selfs op babas of lieveheersbeeste), 'n groot groen beer wat eers bekendgestel is as Ernesto, die ruimtebeer , en sy vriend Kevin, 'n duif.

I laughed at a lot of jokes.

The prose was sort of unwelcome, as I don't like switching gears between comics and prose, but it should be noted that the prose is all very, very short–like, two pages per story–and they have a similar point-of-view as the cartoons. Still, I don't like prose in my comics, man. Like, coffee is good. And tea is good. But if you put a tea bag in a cup of coffee. Why would you do that.

Anyway, I would recommend you read this book. Or at least check out the website, if you are too lazy to seek out an actual bok.

After that I read The Envelope Manufacturer by Chris Oliveros, which is what I suppose you could call a feel-bad book. Oliveros' name likely sounds familiar to you, even if you can't place his work at the mention of his name. He was the founder of Drawn & Quarterly, which publishes about half of the really, really good comics in North America (Fantagraphics publishing the other half), and was its publisher until 2015, when he stepped down to consulting publisher status, presumably to spend more time with The Envelope Manufacturer.

The press release calls it "An account of obsolete machinery and outmoded business planning," chronicling the hardships and suffering experienced by "a small company as it struggles to adapt to a changing economic landscape." And it's from a guy in comics publishing! Surely I'm not the only one who saw the potential parallels there.

Well, it's not a terribly comical comic book, despite some black humor around the edges (like the guy who seemingly regularly takes to the ledge outside his office window as if to jump, to the point it's not exactly a pressing emergency to see him out there.

An incredibly depressing read, it's about the title character and he and his company's downward spiral, as his two employees and his own wife stick by him out of intertia and the fact that they've already invested so much of their time in him and the company, but eventually reality sets in as it must–but not before a few flights of fancy, including a pretty bravura scene where the protagonist seems to jump out the window himself, and carries on a long conversation with his employees while he slowly, slowly, slowly plummets to his death.

Oliveros draws the hell out of all the weird, old-timey machines apparently used in envelope manufacturing, and other, minor period details, with the panels often focused on objects, machines or parts of the city instead of the characters, who almost never appear in anything other than a long-shot.

It's a lot of fun to look at, but it's a sad story, one probably best not to read when one is already sad.

I had a couple more books in my man-purse–second hand collections of Marvel miniseries Blaze of Glory: The last Ride of the Western Heroes by John Ostrander and Leonardo Manco and Vengeance by Joe Casey and Nick Dragotta–but I opted to pull something off the shelves to read, instead.

I selected Star Wars: Darth Vader Vol.2: Shadows and Secrets. I liked the goofily-entitled Star Wars: Darth Vader VOl.1: Vader, okay, but I'm not a huge fan of artist Salvador Larocca, so I decided I would follow the Jason Aaron-written Star Wars in trade, and maybe just follow this one in trades-borrowed-from-the-library, or pulled from the shelves of my local Barnes and Noble, read there, and then placed back on the shelf, unpurchased.

I liked this one a little better. Larocca's art remains excellent when drawing helmets, droids and aliens, but I find his human likenesses a little off-putting. Luckily, there are relatively few human in die Darth Vader book, just Doctor Aphra and the occasional Imperial officer or unfortunate human victim.

While the first volume leaned a little heavily on aspects I didn't care for (The Emperor's creation of "rivals" for Vader, none of whom are very compelling), this one goes deep in Vader's schemeing, as he tries to carve out his own secret fiefdom and agents to pursue his own agenda, one that is at odds with his superiors in the Empire, up to and including The Emperor himself.

So in this volume there's a pretty neat heist in which Aphra and her robo-pas, the evill versions of C-3PO and R2-D2, form an alliance with a handful of bounty hunters, including the evil version of Chewbacca, and Empire Strikes Back cameos IG-90 (the droid bounty hunter that looked like an evil black crayon) and Bossk (the lizard guy) make off with a shit-ton of money. There are several interactions with crime bosses, including a caped Greedo. Oh and Vader and an Imperial partner, the Empire's version of Sherlock Holmes, are tasked with trying to figure out who pulled the heist, which was of course done at Vader's behest. Finally the search for Luke Skywalker takes an unexpected twist, when Aphra follows one hell of an unlikely lead: The mortician on Naboo who prepared Queen Amidala's body.

It's all evil, all the time here, but writer Kieron Gillen keeps all of the characters engaging, if not sympathetic. En ek doen so love 000, the Evil C-3PO:


Every Day Is Like Wednesday

I had been stuck inside my house with some rather debilitating sadness for a few days, so when I finally got too sick of sleeping and pacing around here, I decided I would go sit in the book store and read. Better-lighting, people around, not being the house–those sorts of things can sometimes be good for what ails you. I packed a bag of my books to take with me, so that if nothing on the shelves there grabbed my interest, I'd still have stuff to read.

The first book I pulled from my bag was Poorly Drawn Lines: Good Ideas and Amazing Stories by Reza Farazmand. I picked this up at the library the other day, and have been carrying it around for a bit. Are you familiar with Poorly Drawn Lines or Reza Farazmand? If so, then all you really need to know that this is a collection of his webcomics, plus some new material. And some short, comedic prose stories. If you are not already familiar with the cartoonist or his cartoons I will tell you about them briefly.

First, they are funny. Second, the title is wrong the lines are all very well drawn. Farazmand's artwork is very simple–his ghost, for example, is even more abstracted than James Kochakla's Squiggle–but that simplicity only adds to the brutal deadpan of most of the jokes. It's hard for a character to emote when their eyes are just two tiny dots, you know?

Most of the punchlines involve someone or something flicking someone else or something else off, or someone or something swearing at someone else or something else. Usually it is animals that are doing the flicking off and the swearing, which is funny, because that's not typically the sorts of things that animals do.

There aren't any running gags, really, but a few characters make repeat appearances, like the guy with the beard (Farazmand draws great beards, even when on babies or ladybugs), a large green bear first introduced as Ernesto, the space bear, and his friend Kevin, a pigeon.

I laughed at a lot of jokes.

The prose was sort of unwelcome, as I don't like switching gears between comics and prose, but it should be noted that the prose is all very, very short–like, two pages per story–and they have a similar point-of-view as the cartoons. Still, I don't like prose in my comics, man. Like, coffee is good. And tea is good. But if you put a tea bag in a cup of coffee. Why would you do that.

Anyway, I would recommend you read this book. Or at least check out the website, if you are too lazy to seek out an actual bok.

After that I read The Envelope Manufacturer by Chris Oliveros, which is what I suppose you could call a feel-bad book. Oliveros' name likely sounds familiar to you, even if you can't place his work at the mention of his name. He was the founder of Drawn & Quarterly, which publishes about half of the really, really good comics in North America (Fantagraphics publishing the other half), and was its publisher until 2015, when he stepped down to consulting publisher status, presumably to spend more time with The Envelope Manufacturer.

The press release calls it "An account of obsolete machinery and outmoded business planning," chronicling the hardships and suffering experienced by "a small company as it struggles to adapt to a changing economic landscape." And it's from a guy in comics publishing! Surely I'm not the only one who saw the potential parallels there.

Well, it's not a terribly comical comic book, despite some black humor around the edges (like the guy who seemingly regularly takes to the ledge outside his office window as if to jump, to the point it's not exactly a pressing emergency to see him out there.

An incredibly depressing read, it's about the title character and he and his company's downward spiral, as his two employees and his own wife stick by him out of intertia and the fact that they've already invested so much of their time in him and the company, but eventually reality sets in as it must–but not before a few flights of fancy, including a pretty bravura scene where the protagonist seems to jump out the window himself, and carries on a long conversation with his employees while he slowly, slowly, slowly plummets to his death.

Oliveros draws the hell out of all the weird, old-timey machines apparently used in envelope manufacturing, and other, minor period details, with the panels often focused on objects, machines or parts of the city instead of the characters, who almost never appear in anything other than a long-shot.

It's a lot of fun to look at, but it's a sad story, one probably best not to read when one is already sad.

I had a couple more books in my man-purse–second hand collections of Marvel miniseries Blaze of Glory: The last Ride of the Western Heroes by John Ostrander and Leonardo Manco and Vengeance by Joe Casey and Nick Dragotta–but I opted to pull something off the shelves to read, instead.

I selected Star Wars: Darth Vader Vol.2: Shadows and Secrets. I liked the goofily-entitled Star Wars: Darth Vader VOl.1: Vader, okay, but I'm not a huge fan of artist Salvador Larocca, so I decided I would follow the Jason Aaron-written Star Wars in trade, and maybe just follow this one in trades-borrowed-from-the-library, or pulled from the shelves of my local Barnes and Noble, read there, and then placed back on the shelf, unpurchased.

I liked this one a little better. Larocca's art remains excellent when drawing helmets, droids and aliens, but I find his human likenesses a little off-putting. Luckily, there are relatively few human in die Darth Vader book, just Doctor Aphra and the occasional Imperial officer or unfortunate human victim.

While the first volume leaned a little heavily on aspects I didn't care for (The Emperor's creation of "rivals" for Vader, none of whom are very compelling), this one goes deep in Vader's schemeing, as he tries to carve out his own secret fiefdom and agents to pursue his own agenda, one that is at odds with his superiors in the Empire, up to and including The Emperor himself.

So in this volume there's a pretty neat heist in which Aphra and her robo-pas, the evill versions of C-3PO and R2-D2, form an alliance with a handful of bounty hunters, including the evil version of Chewbacca, and Empire Strikes Back cameos IG-90 (the droid bounty hunter that looked like an evil black crayon) and Bossk (the lizard guy) make off with a shit-ton of money. There are several interactions with crime bosses, including a caped Greedo. Oh and Vader and an Imperial partner, the Empire's version of Sherlock Holmes, are tasked with trying to figure out who pulled the heist, which was of course done at Vader's behest. Finally the search for Luke Skywalker takes an unexpected twist, when Aphra follows one hell of an unlikely lead: The mortician on Naboo who prepared Queen Amidala's body.

It's all evil, all the time here, but writer Kieron Gillen keeps all of the characters engaging, if not sympathetic. En ek doen so love 000, the Evil C-3PO:


Every Day Is Like Wednesday

I had been stuck inside my house with some rather debilitating sadness for a few days, so when I finally got too sick of sleeping and pacing around here, I decided I would go sit in the book store and read. Better-lighting, people around, not being the house–those sorts of things can sometimes be good for what ails you. I packed a bag of my books to take with me, so that if nothing on the shelves there grabbed my interest, I'd still have stuff to read.

The first book I pulled from my bag was Poorly Drawn Lines: Good Ideas and Amazing Stories by Reza Farazmand. I picked this up at the library the other day, and have been carrying it around for a bit. Are you familiar with Poorly Drawn Lines or Reza Farazmand? If so, then all you really need to know that this is a collection of his webcomics, plus some new material. And some short, comedic prose stories. If you are not already familiar with the cartoonist or his cartoons I will tell you about them briefly.

First, they are funny. Second, the title is wrong the lines are all very well drawn. Farazmand's artwork is very simple–his ghost, for example, is even more abstracted than James Kochakla's Squiggle–but that simplicity only adds to the brutal deadpan of most of the jokes. It's hard for a character to emote when their eyes are just two tiny dots, you know?

Most of the punchlines involve someone or something flicking someone else or something else off, or someone or something swearing at someone else or something else. Usually it is animals that are doing the flicking off and the swearing, which is funny, because that's not typically the sorts of things that animals do.

There aren't any running gags, really, but a few characters make repeat appearances, like the guy with the beard (Farazmand draws great beards, even when on babies or ladybugs), a large green bear first introduced as Ernesto, the space bear, and his friend Kevin, a pigeon.

I laughed at a lot of jokes.

The prose was sort of unwelcome, as I don't like switching gears between comics and prose, but it should be noted that the prose is all very, very short–like, two pages per story–and they have a similar point-of-view as the cartoons. Still, I don't like prose in my comics, man. Like, coffee is good. And tea is good. But if you put a tea bag in a cup of coffee. Why would you do that.

Anyway, I would recommend you read this book. Or at least check out the website, if you are too lazy to seek out an actual bok.

After that I read The Envelope Manufacturer by Chris Oliveros, which is what I suppose you could call a feel-bad book. Oliveros' name likely sounds familiar to you, even if you can't place his work at the mention of his name. He was the founder of Drawn & Quarterly, which publishes about half of the really, really good comics in North America (Fantagraphics publishing the other half), and was its publisher until 2015, when he stepped down to consulting publisher status, presumably to spend more time with The Envelope Manufacturer.

The press release calls it "An account of obsolete machinery and outmoded business planning," chronicling the hardships and suffering experienced by "a small company as it struggles to adapt to a changing economic landscape." And it's from a guy in comics publishing! Surely I'm not the only one who saw the potential parallels there.

Well, it's not a terribly comical comic book, despite some black humor around the edges (like the guy who seemingly regularly takes to the ledge outside his office window as if to jump, to the point it's not exactly a pressing emergency to see him out there.

An incredibly depressing read, it's about the title character and he and his company's downward spiral, as his two employees and his own wife stick by him out of intertia and the fact that they've already invested so much of their time in him and the company, but eventually reality sets in as it must–but not before a few flights of fancy, including a pretty bravura scene where the protagonist seems to jump out the window himself, and carries on a long conversation with his employees while he slowly, slowly, slowly plummets to his death.

Oliveros draws the hell out of all the weird, old-timey machines apparently used in envelope manufacturing, and other, minor period details, with the panels often focused on objects, machines or parts of the city instead of the characters, who almost never appear in anything other than a long-shot.

It's a lot of fun to look at, but it's a sad story, one probably best not to read when one is already sad.

I had a couple more books in my man-purse–second hand collections of Marvel miniseries Blaze of Glory: The last Ride of the Western Heroes by John Ostrander and Leonardo Manco and Vengeance by Joe Casey and Nick Dragotta–but I opted to pull something off the shelves to read, instead.

I selected Star Wars: Darth Vader Vol.2: Shadows and Secrets. I liked the goofily-entitled Star Wars: Darth Vader VOl.1: Vader, okay, but I'm not a huge fan of artist Salvador Larocca, so I decided I would follow the Jason Aaron-written Star Wars in trade, and maybe just follow this one in trades-borrowed-from-the-library, or pulled from the shelves of my local Barnes and Noble, read there, and then placed back on the shelf, unpurchased.

I liked this one a little better. Larocca's art remains excellent when drawing helmets, droids and aliens, but I find his human likenesses a little off-putting. Luckily, there are relatively few human in die Darth Vader book, just Doctor Aphra and the occasional Imperial officer or unfortunate human victim.

While the first volume leaned a little heavily on aspects I didn't care for (The Emperor's creation of "rivals" for Vader, none of whom are very compelling), this one goes deep in Vader's schemeing, as he tries to carve out his own secret fiefdom and agents to pursue his own agenda, one that is at odds with his superiors in the Empire, up to and including The Emperor himself.

So in this volume there's a pretty neat heist in which Aphra and her robo-pas, the evill versions of C-3PO and R2-D2, form an alliance with a handful of bounty hunters, including the evil version of Chewbacca, and Empire Strikes Back cameos IG-90 (the droid bounty hunter that looked like an evil black crayon) and Bossk (the lizard guy) make off with a shit-ton of money. There are several interactions with crime bosses, including a caped Greedo. Oh and Vader and an Imperial partner, the Empire's version of Sherlock Holmes, are tasked with trying to figure out who pulled the heist, which was of course done at Vader's behest. Finally the search for Luke Skywalker takes an unexpected twist, when Aphra follows one hell of an unlikely lead: The mortician on Naboo who prepared Queen Amidala's body.

It's all evil, all the time here, but writer Kieron Gillen keeps all of the characters engaging, if not sympathetic. En ek doen so love 000, the Evil C-3PO:


Every Day Is Like Wednesday

I had been stuck inside my house with some rather debilitating sadness for a few days, so when I finally got too sick of sleeping and pacing around here, I decided I would go sit in the book store and read. Better-lighting, people around, not being the house–those sorts of things can sometimes be good for what ails you. I packed a bag of my books to take with me, so that if nothing on the shelves there grabbed my interest, I'd still have stuff to read.

The first book I pulled from my bag was Poorly Drawn Lines: Good Ideas and Amazing Stories by Reza Farazmand. I picked this up at the library the other day, and have been carrying it around for a bit. Are you familiar with Poorly Drawn Lines or Reza Farazmand? If so, then all you really need to know that this is a collection of his webcomics, plus some new material. And some short, comedic prose stories. If you are not already familiar with the cartoonist or his cartoons I will tell you about them briefly.

First, they are funny. Second, the title is wrong the lines are all very well drawn. Farazmand's artwork is very simple–his ghost, for example, is even more abstracted than James Kochakla's Squiggle–but that simplicity only adds to the brutal deadpan of most of the jokes. It's hard for a character to emote when their eyes are just two tiny dots, you know?

Most of the punchlines involve someone or something flicking someone else or something else off, or someone or something swearing at someone else or something else. Usually it is animals that are doing the flicking off and the swearing, which is funny, because that's not typically the sorts of things that animals do.

There aren't any running gags, really, but a few characters make repeat appearances, like the guy with the beard (Farazmand draws great beards, even when on babies or ladybugs), a large green bear first introduced as Ernesto, the space bear, and his friend Kevin, a pigeon.

I laughed at a lot of jokes.

The prose was sort of unwelcome, as I don't like switching gears between comics and prose, but it should be noted that the prose is all very, very short–like, two pages per story–and they have a similar point-of-view as the cartoons. Still, I don't like prose in my comics, man. Like, coffee is good. And tea is good. But if you put a tea bag in a cup of coffee. Why would you do that.

Anyway, I would recommend you read this book. Or at least check out the website, if you are too lazy to seek out an actual bok.

After that I read The Envelope Manufacturer by Chris Oliveros, which is what I suppose you could call a feel-bad book. Oliveros' name likely sounds familiar to you, even if you can't place his work at the mention of his name. He was the founder of Drawn & Quarterly, which publishes about half of the really, really good comics in North America (Fantagraphics publishing the other half), and was its publisher until 2015, when he stepped down to consulting publisher status, presumably to spend more time with The Envelope Manufacturer.

The press release calls it "An account of obsolete machinery and outmoded business planning," chronicling the hardships and suffering experienced by "a small company as it struggles to adapt to a changing economic landscape." And it's from a guy in comics publishing! Surely I'm not the only one who saw the potential parallels there.

Well, it's not a terribly comical comic book, despite some black humor around the edges (like the guy who seemingly regularly takes to the ledge outside his office window as if to jump, to the point it's not exactly a pressing emergency to see him out there.

An incredibly depressing read, it's about the title character and he and his company's downward spiral, as his two employees and his own wife stick by him out of intertia and the fact that they've already invested so much of their time in him and the company, but eventually reality sets in as it must–but not before a few flights of fancy, including a pretty bravura scene where the protagonist seems to jump out the window himself, and carries on a long conversation with his employees while he slowly, slowly, slowly plummets to his death.

Oliveros draws the hell out of all the weird, old-timey machines apparently used in envelope manufacturing, and other, minor period details, with the panels often focused on objects, machines or parts of the city instead of the characters, who almost never appear in anything other than a long-shot.

It's a lot of fun to look at, but it's a sad story, one probably best not to read when one is already sad.

I had a couple more books in my man-purse–second hand collections of Marvel miniseries Blaze of Glory: The last Ride of the Western Heroes by John Ostrander and Leonardo Manco and Vengeance by Joe Casey and Nick Dragotta–but I opted to pull something off the shelves to read, instead.

I selected Star Wars: Darth Vader Vol.2: Shadows and Secrets. I liked the goofily-entitled Star Wars: Darth Vader VOl.1: Vader, okay, but I'm not a huge fan of artist Salvador Larocca, so I decided I would follow the Jason Aaron-written Star Wars in trade, and maybe just follow this one in trades-borrowed-from-the-library, or pulled from the shelves of my local Barnes and Noble, read there, and then placed back on the shelf, unpurchased.

I liked this one a little better. Larocca's art remains excellent when drawing helmets, droids and aliens, but I find his human likenesses a little off-putting. Luckily, there are relatively few human in die Darth Vader book, just Doctor Aphra and the occasional Imperial officer or unfortunate human victim.

While the first volume leaned a little heavily on aspects I didn't care for (The Emperor's creation of "rivals" for Vader, none of whom are very compelling), this one goes deep in Vader's schemeing, as he tries to carve out his own secret fiefdom and agents to pursue his own agenda, one that is at odds with his superiors in the Empire, up to and including The Emperor himself.

So in this volume there's a pretty neat heist in which Aphra and her robo-pas, the evill versions of C-3PO and R2-D2, form an alliance with a handful of bounty hunters, including the evil version of Chewbacca, and Empire Strikes Back cameos IG-90 (the droid bounty hunter that looked like an evil black crayon) and Bossk (the lizard guy) make off with a shit-ton of money. There are several interactions with crime bosses, including a caped Greedo. Oh and Vader and an Imperial partner, the Empire's version of Sherlock Holmes, are tasked with trying to figure out who pulled the heist, which was of course done at Vader's behest. Finally the search for Luke Skywalker takes an unexpected twist, when Aphra follows one hell of an unlikely lead: The mortician on Naboo who prepared Queen Amidala's body.

It's all evil, all the time here, but writer Kieron Gillen keeps all of the characters engaging, if not sympathetic. En ek doen so love 000, the Evil C-3PO:


Every Day Is Like Wednesday

I had been stuck inside my house with some rather debilitating sadness for a few days, so when I finally got too sick of sleeping and pacing around here, I decided I would go sit in the book store and read. Better-lighting, people around, not being the house–those sorts of things can sometimes be good for what ails you. I packed a bag of my books to take with me, so that if nothing on the shelves there grabbed my interest, I'd still have stuff to read.

The first book I pulled from my bag was Poorly Drawn Lines: Good Ideas and Amazing Stories by Reza Farazmand. I picked this up at the library the other day, and have been carrying it around for a bit. Are you familiar with Poorly Drawn Lines or Reza Farazmand? If so, then all you really need to know that this is a collection of his webcomics, plus some new material. And some short, comedic prose stories. If you are not already familiar with the cartoonist or his cartoons I will tell you about them briefly.

First, they are funny. Second, the title is wrong the lines are all very well drawn. Farazmand's artwork is very simple–his ghost, for example, is even more abstracted than James Kochakla's Squiggle–but that simplicity only adds to the brutal deadpan of most of the jokes. It's hard for a character to emote when their eyes are just two tiny dots, you know?

Most of the punchlines involve someone or something flicking someone else or something else off, or someone or something swearing at someone else or something else. Usually it is animals that are doing the flicking off and the swearing, which is funny, because that's not typically the sorts of things that animals do.

There aren't any running gags, really, but a few characters make repeat appearances, like the guy with the beard (Farazmand draws great beards, even when on babies or ladybugs), a large green bear first introduced as Ernesto, the space bear, and his friend Kevin, a pigeon.

I laughed at a lot of jokes.

The prose was sort of unwelcome, as I don't like switching gears between comics and prose, but it should be noted that the prose is all very, very short–like, two pages per story–and they have a similar point-of-view as the cartoons. Still, I don't like prose in my comics, man. Like, coffee is good. And tea is good. But if you put a tea bag in a cup of coffee. Why would you do that.

Anyway, I would recommend you read this book. Or at least check out the website, if you are too lazy to seek out an actual bok.

After that I read The Envelope Manufacturer by Chris Oliveros, which is what I suppose you could call a feel-bad book. Oliveros' name likely sounds familiar to you, even if you can't place his work at the mention of his name. He was the founder of Drawn & Quarterly, which publishes about half of the really, really good comics in North America (Fantagraphics publishing the other half), and was its publisher until 2015, when he stepped down to consulting publisher status, presumably to spend more time with The Envelope Manufacturer.

The press release calls it "An account of obsolete machinery and outmoded business planning," chronicling the hardships and suffering experienced by "a small company as it struggles to adapt to a changing economic landscape." And it's from a guy in comics publishing! Surely I'm not the only one who saw the potential parallels there.

Well, it's not a terribly comical comic book, despite some black humor around the edges (like the guy who seemingly regularly takes to the ledge outside his office window as if to jump, to the point it's not exactly a pressing emergency to see him out there.

An incredibly depressing read, it's about the title character and he and his company's downward spiral, as his two employees and his own wife stick by him out of intertia and the fact that they've already invested so much of their time in him and the company, but eventually reality sets in as it must–but not before a few flights of fancy, including a pretty bravura scene where the protagonist seems to jump out the window himself, and carries on a long conversation with his employees while he slowly, slowly, slowly plummets to his death.

Oliveros draws the hell out of all the weird, old-timey machines apparently used in envelope manufacturing, and other, minor period details, with the panels often focused on objects, machines or parts of the city instead of the characters, who almost never appear in anything other than a long-shot.

It's a lot of fun to look at, but it's a sad story, one probably best not to read when one is already sad.

I had a couple more books in my man-purse–second hand collections of Marvel miniseries Blaze of Glory: The last Ride of the Western Heroes by John Ostrander and Leonardo Manco and Vengeance by Joe Casey and Nick Dragotta–but I opted to pull something off the shelves to read, instead.

I selected Star Wars: Darth Vader Vol.2: Shadows and Secrets. I liked the goofily-entitled Star Wars: Darth Vader VOl.1: Vader, okay, but I'm not a huge fan of artist Salvador Larocca, so I decided I would follow the Jason Aaron-written Star Wars in trade, and maybe just follow this one in trades-borrowed-from-the-library, or pulled from the shelves of my local Barnes and Noble, read there, and then placed back on the shelf, unpurchased.

I liked this one a little better. Larocca's art remains excellent when drawing helmets, droids and aliens, but I find his human likenesses a little off-putting. Luckily, there are relatively few human in die Darth Vader book, just Doctor Aphra and the occasional Imperial officer or unfortunate human victim.

While the first volume leaned a little heavily on aspects I didn't care for (The Emperor's creation of "rivals" for Vader, none of whom are very compelling), this one goes deep in Vader's schemeing, as he tries to carve out his own secret fiefdom and agents to pursue his own agenda, one that is at odds with his superiors in the Empire, up to and including The Emperor himself.

So in this volume there's a pretty neat heist in which Aphra and her robo-pas, the evill versions of C-3PO and R2-D2, form an alliance with a handful of bounty hunters, including the evil version of Chewbacca, and Empire Strikes Back cameos IG-90 (the droid bounty hunter that looked like an evil black crayon) and Bossk (the lizard guy) make off with a shit-ton of money. There are several interactions with crime bosses, including a caped Greedo. Oh and Vader and an Imperial partner, the Empire's version of Sherlock Holmes, are tasked with trying to figure out who pulled the heist, which was of course done at Vader's behest. Finally the search for Luke Skywalker takes an unexpected twist, when Aphra follows one hell of an unlikely lead: The mortician on Naboo who prepared Queen Amidala's body.

It's all evil, all the time here, but writer Kieron Gillen keeps all of the characters engaging, if not sympathetic. En ek doen so love 000, the Evil C-3PO:


Every Day Is Like Wednesday

I had been stuck inside my house with some rather debilitating sadness for a few days, so when I finally got too sick of sleeping and pacing around here, I decided I would go sit in the book store and read. Better-lighting, people around, not being the house–those sorts of things can sometimes be good for what ails you. I packed a bag of my books to take with me, so that if nothing on the shelves there grabbed my interest, I'd still have stuff to read.

The first book I pulled from my bag was Poorly Drawn Lines: Good Ideas and Amazing Stories by Reza Farazmand. I picked this up at the library the other day, and have been carrying it around for a bit. Are you familiar with Poorly Drawn Lines or Reza Farazmand? If so, then all you really need to know that this is a collection of his webcomics, plus some new material. And some short, comedic prose stories. If you are not already familiar with the cartoonist or his cartoons I will tell you about them briefly.

First, they are funny. Second, the title is wrong the lines are all very well drawn. Farazmand's artwork is very simple–his ghost, for example, is even more abstracted than James Kochakla's Squiggle–but that simplicity only adds to the brutal deadpan of most of the jokes. It's hard for a character to emote when their eyes are just two tiny dots, you know?

Most of the punchlines involve someone or something flicking someone else or something else off, or someone or something swearing at someone else or something else. Usually it is animals that are doing the flicking off and the swearing, which is funny, because that's not typically the sorts of things that animals do.

There aren't any running gags, really, but a few characters make repeat appearances, like the guy with the beard (Farazmand draws great beards, even when on babies or ladybugs), a large green bear first introduced as Ernesto, the space bear, and his friend Kevin, a pigeon.

I laughed at a lot of jokes.

The prose was sort of unwelcome, as I don't like switching gears between comics and prose, but it should be noted that the prose is all very, very short–like, two pages per story–and they have a similar point-of-view as the cartoons. Still, I don't like prose in my comics, man. Like, coffee is good. And tea is good. But if you put a tea bag in a cup of coffee. Why would you do that.

Anyway, I would recommend you read this book. Or at least check out the website, if you are too lazy to seek out an actual bok.

After that I read The Envelope Manufacturer by Chris Oliveros, which is what I suppose you could call a feel-bad book. Oliveros' name likely sounds familiar to you, even if you can't place his work at the mention of his name. He was the founder of Drawn & Quarterly, which publishes about half of the really, really good comics in North America (Fantagraphics publishing the other half), and was its publisher until 2015, when he stepped down to consulting publisher status, presumably to spend more time with The Envelope Manufacturer.

The press release calls it "An account of obsolete machinery and outmoded business planning," chronicling the hardships and suffering experienced by "a small company as it struggles to adapt to a changing economic landscape." And it's from a guy in comics publishing! Surely I'm not the only one who saw the potential parallels there.

Well, it's not a terribly comical comic book, despite some black humor around the edges (like the guy who seemingly regularly takes to the ledge outside his office window as if to jump, to the point it's not exactly a pressing emergency to see him out there.

An incredibly depressing read, it's about the title character and he and his company's downward spiral, as his two employees and his own wife stick by him out of intertia and the fact that they've already invested so much of their time in him and the company, but eventually reality sets in as it must–but not before a few flights of fancy, including a pretty bravura scene where the protagonist seems to jump out the window himself, and carries on a long conversation with his employees while he slowly, slowly, slowly plummets to his death.

Oliveros draws the hell out of all the weird, old-timey machines apparently used in envelope manufacturing, and other, minor period details, with the panels often focused on objects, machines or parts of the city instead of the characters, who almost never appear in anything other than a long-shot.

It's a lot of fun to look at, but it's a sad story, one probably best not to read when one is already sad.

I had a couple more books in my man-purse–second hand collections of Marvel miniseries Blaze of Glory: The last Ride of the Western Heroes by John Ostrander and Leonardo Manco and Vengeance by Joe Casey and Nick Dragotta–but I opted to pull something off the shelves to read, instead.

I selected Star Wars: Darth Vader Vol.2: Shadows and Secrets. I liked the goofily-entitled Star Wars: Darth Vader VOl.1: Vader, okay, but I'm not a huge fan of artist Salvador Larocca, so I decided I would follow the Jason Aaron-written Star Wars in trade, and maybe just follow this one in trades-borrowed-from-the-library, or pulled from the shelves of my local Barnes and Noble, read there, and then placed back on the shelf, unpurchased.

I liked this one a little better. Larocca's art remains excellent when drawing helmets, droids and aliens, but I find his human likenesses a little off-putting. Luckily, there are relatively few human in die Darth Vader book, just Doctor Aphra and the occasional Imperial officer or unfortunate human victim.

While the first volume leaned a little heavily on aspects I didn't care for (The Emperor's creation of "rivals" for Vader, none of whom are very compelling), this one goes deep in Vader's schemeing, as he tries to carve out his own secret fiefdom and agents to pursue his own agenda, one that is at odds with his superiors in the Empire, up to and including The Emperor himself.

So in this volume there's a pretty neat heist in which Aphra and her robo-pas, the evill versions of C-3PO and R2-D2, form an alliance with a handful of bounty hunters, including the evil version of Chewbacca, and Empire Strikes Back cameos IG-90 (the droid bounty hunter that looked like an evil black crayon) and Bossk (the lizard guy) make off with a shit-ton of money. There are several interactions with crime bosses, including a caped Greedo. Oh and Vader and an Imperial partner, the Empire's version of Sherlock Holmes, are tasked with trying to figure out who pulled the heist, which was of course done at Vader's behest. Finally the search for Luke Skywalker takes an unexpected twist, when Aphra follows one hell of an unlikely lead: The mortician on Naboo who prepared Queen Amidala's body.

It's all evil, all the time here, but writer Kieron Gillen keeps all of the characters engaging, if not sympathetic. En ek doen so love 000, the Evil C-3PO:


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Kommentaar:

  1. Wanahton

    Jy is nie reg nie. Ek is verseker. Ek kan die posisie verdedig. Skryf vir my in PM.

  2. Dantae

    Something doesn't work out that way

  3. Mustafa

    Het toevallig op die forum gekom en hierdie onderwerp gesien. Ek kan jou help met raad.

  4. Laughlin

    Dit is jammer dat ek nie nou kan praat nie - ek word gedwing om weg te gaan. Ek sal vrygestel word - ek sal beslis my mening oor hierdie saak gee.



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