Bit of an idle comics reading and snacking day. I have abandoned the self-imposition of 'doing some stuff for work' on a sunday for a small variety of religious, economical, psycho- and physiological well-being reasons.
So! What's been next to the brunch plate? Garth Ennis and Glenn Fabry's The Authority: Kev book as borrowed from Brixton Library - use it or lose it! As expected, funny as fuck and lightly didactic. In the flurry of new tabs that followed, ended up in the basement archives of TV Cream, funny as fuck and lightly didactic [theme], and reminiscing with an 'Ah! Oink...' as I scrolled through the Words and Pictures section. They are also right about Bananaman.
[Does despicable little self-satisfied dance to the coffee pot, humming. Dee de dee... yes, yes, the West is best...] Fortune favours the fortunate, obviously. Moral torpor aside, I dab a crumb of pie from my cheeks with a napkin and note that I love the way Ennis uses ideas as target practice for trigger happy impatients in his strips. Boom! Another idiocy bites the dust. Foollowing the library jaunt and a trip to the now defunct comic shop near Leicester Square, been reading Will Eisner, Life's a Bitch [Roberta Gregory collection], The Filth and Fritz the Cat, again. Frustrations and obsessions inked into a soggy pulp. Ace! [There could be a lengthy and preposterously pompous justificatory digression here on where and why this absolute admiration for comics, particularly, as a creative genre, possibly using the term V-effekt, however I will condense it for the sake of brevity to:] Comics rule.
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