A fair bit of my last Blog entry was dedicated to the process of revision, more specifically, my complete inability to do any. I've been thinking a little about other possible reasons and distractions that could account for this, as it does very little for my self-esteem to believe that I am simply rubbish at it. One of the most efficient distractions ,and also simultaneously brilliant and irritating, is the huge number of Web Comics out there in dot.com land. I discovered these during the Summer and it is true that many hours of my life have been lost forever to the panelled realm of the daily Web Comic.
Comic books are the guilty pleasure of many male adolescents. Given that I was never your run-of-the-mill male adolescent I was exempt from this. My first exposure to the comic was by means of television and film adaptations. Spiderman was a cartoon I watched casually on weekend mornings if there was nothing hosted by Sir David Attenborough showing on Animal Planet. Batman was, to me, a series of rather excellent films, brilliant ways of passing a couple of hours with friends and family, filled to bursting with action, explosions and all those things which inspire semi-erections in men of all ages (Men in full-body lycra ...yeah ...awesome ...). I was, and probably still am, almost entirely ignorant to the vast wealth of comic books out there which, if book to film productions are anything to go by, are much more in-depth than their popular, multi-million dollar cinematic counterparts.
Popular culture has moulded the comic-book fan into a rather pitiful stereotype. Socially awkward, preyed upon by those higher in the schoolyard hierarchy and cringe-worthy in their romantic exploits. In Britain this was never the case as superhero comics were never as popular as the likes of "The Beano" and "The Dandy". These seemed to be entirely more wholesome entertainment. They dealt with rowdy young boys and their constant hijinks. They encouraged childish behaviour and carefree trouble making. Their popularity has dwindled over the years of course, as a result of crack-downs on anti-social behaviour, vandalism and such unsavoury activities.
But the world of comics, I have discovered, is not merely the playground of the social rejects among younger generations, or up-and-coming thugs and hoodies. It needn't be surrounded by fifty feet high walls of tortured prepubescent imagination, stained with the piss and poor-grammar laden vandalism of yobs, cutting off any communication with reality.
Dearest readers of "In Lamb We Trust", I give you Web Comics!
The first of these I stumbled across was the "Cyanide and Happiness" series. It's quite well known and is often inspired in its twisted brand of hilarity.
"Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal", is another in a similar vein.
There are many others, all of which I recommend wholeheartedly.
xkcd.com - by a physics postgraduate I think.
Dinosaur Comics - cleverly uses the same strip every day, but with different dialogue. Concerns a wacky T-Rex.
8-Bit Theatre - an actual narrative. A sort of role playing computer game parody using bits and bobs from old Final Fantasy games.
Wondermark - quite brilliant. Enough said.
If any of you actually read these you may well understand why I perpetually fail to revise, to turn up for lectures, to get dressed in the morning, to go outside and to meet girls.
Enjoy,
Jamie
Comic books are the guilty pleasure of many male adolescents. Given that I was never your run-of-the-mill male adolescent I was exempt from this. My first exposure to the comic was by means of television and film adaptations. Spiderman was a cartoon I watched casually on weekend mornings if there was nothing hosted by Sir David Attenborough showing on Animal Planet. Batman was, to me, a series of rather excellent films, brilliant ways of passing a couple of hours with friends and family, filled to bursting with action, explosions and all those things which inspire semi-erections in men of all ages (Men in full-body lycra ...yeah ...awesome ...). I was, and probably still am, almost entirely ignorant to the vast wealth of comic books out there which, if book to film productions are anything to go by, are much more in-depth than their popular, multi-million dollar cinematic counterparts.
Popular culture has moulded the comic-book fan into a rather pitiful stereotype. Socially awkward, preyed upon by those higher in the schoolyard hierarchy and cringe-worthy in their romantic exploits. In Britain this was never the case as superhero comics were never as popular as the likes of "The Beano" and "The Dandy". These seemed to be entirely more wholesome entertainment. They dealt with rowdy young boys and their constant hijinks. They encouraged childish behaviour and carefree trouble making. Their popularity has dwindled over the years of course, as a result of crack-downs on anti-social behaviour, vandalism and such unsavoury activities.
But the world of comics, I have discovered, is not merely the playground of the social rejects among younger generations, or up-and-coming thugs and hoodies. It needn't be surrounded by fifty feet high walls of tortured prepubescent imagination, stained with the piss and poor-grammar laden vandalism of yobs, cutting off any communication with reality.
Dearest readers of "In Lamb We Trust", I give you Web Comics!
The first of these I stumbled across was the "Cyanide and Happiness" series. It's quite well known and is often inspired in its twisted brand of hilarity.
"Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal", is another in a similar vein.
There are many others, all of which I recommend wholeheartedly.
xkcd.com - by a physics postgraduate I think.
Dinosaur Comics - cleverly uses the same strip every day, but with different dialogue. Concerns a wacky T-Rex.
8-Bit Theatre - an actual narrative. A sort of role playing computer game parody using bits and bobs from old Final Fantasy games.
Wondermark - quite brilliant. Enough said.
If any of you actually read these you may well understand why I perpetually fail to revise, to turn up for lectures, to get dressed in the morning, to go outside and to meet girls.
Enjoy,
Jamie
2 comments:
what about the various and elegant artistic stylings of pbf? or the maximum delicious and subtle humour of electric retard? this is my first post on your blog. wow. i'm gonna put this in my diary...
xxx,
AC
bring back the revised testament ye smelly olde mann
much love,
AC
and charli, who is lovely
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