Tuesday, November 29, 2005
The Advent of Panadol
This morning I thought perhaps it's time I started posting about more serious, and relevant political issues that affect all of us. But then I realised I'm not that way inclined. It would be like taking medication unsupervised, which is fun, but it's still not all that it's supposed to be. Instead I'll just speak to Chief Raincloud. It's a great excuse to get to see his daughter Golden Dawn. Yes, it's Thursday, and when Injuns meet a certain prog guitarist they say "How Howe"
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Wake up - It's not yet time for brunch!
Drag yourself along through the overpowering grey. Brown mud splatter on the hem of your garment. The dirt seems dirtier when wet. The girl has vermillion on her forhead. The damp hangs in the air like vultures around a corpse. There is a corpse up ahead, but there are no vultures around the dead dog. The fog on the glass windows of a luxury car – evidence of the heat of its inmates. The rust eaten bus groans, weary with the weight of passengers (more than the prescribed limit), it crawls on spewing black smoke. Sleep pervades; in the fields nearby so does excrement. Later, perhaps, you can ride on dirt roads in a motocross style escape bid. Scores of people and their things lie everywhere. So many will die today, so many more will be born. The others subsist not knowing they are happy to be alive this dismal day.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Rooftop Vigilante (or Great Expectorations)
I have a mothlike attraction towards heights. So last night I bounded across rooftops, scanning the cityscape through my owlish visors. Okay, so I don't have owlish visors. But the bounding across was fun. Okay, fine! So I didn't bound across either, 'twas a tad dangerous. But I did peer precariously over the edge of the terrace of a rather tall building.
The city looked beautiful from the aerial view. Above all the pollution and traffic and population. Just the treetops and the neon lights in the distance.
One thing I love doing from heights is spitting. It's so much fun to hock up a nice ball of phlegm and ptooie, "look out down below!" It's an unhealthy obsession that I picked up from college. We used to have fests, where hordes of students would seat themselves in an opening called the quadrangle which was surrounded by building on all sides. Oh the joy of shooting a wad of saliva into the unsuspecting crowd! They never knew what hit them.
So yesterday, perched atop a tall office building, I rained down upon passersby below. Gargoylike I was. Of course from very tall buildings, one has to calculate other factors like wind speed and the so on, and being out of practice I invariably missed most of those I was going for. However I did manage to hit one woman at a mall!
It's not just about spitting, it's about the aesthetics of it. It's about molding the spit, one can go for aerodynamic shots, but from heights one needs more volume. Alternatively if hitting people is not your aim then one can go for the avant garde approach. If you mix spit and phlegm to the perfect consistency you can get a heavier centred ball which will have a tinier extension orbiting it. A lot like a planet with a satellite that spirals down before it splatters on the ground!
Ah the spittle joys of life!
The city looked beautiful from the aerial view. Above all the pollution and traffic and population. Just the treetops and the neon lights in the distance.
One thing I love doing from heights is spitting. It's so much fun to hock up a nice ball of phlegm and ptooie, "look out down below!" It's an unhealthy obsession that I picked up from college. We used to have fests, where hordes of students would seat themselves in an opening called the quadrangle which was surrounded by building on all sides. Oh the joy of shooting a wad of saliva into the unsuspecting crowd! They never knew what hit them.
So yesterday, perched atop a tall office building, I rained down upon passersby below. Gargoylike I was. Of course from very tall buildings, one has to calculate other factors like wind speed and the so on, and being out of practice I invariably missed most of those I was going for. However I did manage to hit one woman at a mall!
It's not just about spitting, it's about the aesthetics of it. It's about molding the spit, one can go for aerodynamic shots, but from heights one needs more volume. Alternatively if hitting people is not your aim then one can go for the avant garde approach. If you mix spit and phlegm to the perfect consistency you can get a heavier centred ball which will have a tinier extension orbiting it. A lot like a planet with a satellite that spirals down before it splatters on the ground!
Ah the spittle joys of life!
Friday, October 21, 2005
I just had to post this
http://www.qwantz.com/index.pl?comic=640
Of course I mustn't make this a habit, considering the number of comics I read per day!
Of course I mustn't make this a habit, considering the number of comics I read per day!
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
Pointing Systems: Deconstructing Existential Validation Metrics
“Everything is vanity, life is like chasing after the wind.” – King Solomon
For aeons man has questioned his purpose, his need to exist, the rational behind life. Unfortunately, a sufficiently pleasant yet universally confirmable answer is yet unknown and from our limited experience we can surmise: everything is nothing.
Thus, when existence is meaningless and purpose is pointless, the pointing systems are in place to give value to the isness of an entity, tangible or otherwise. The base principle being, the point giver awards points to the point receiver in a mutual act of observation of the other’s existence.
The value attached to the points is instantaneous and based on the unquestionable judiciousness of the point giver in the moment. The transfer of points acts as a validation of the existence of the two entities involved in the process. Thus it can be deemed as a personal expression of acknowledgement between two entities.
Points can be given a weightage when they are being distributed, especially among a group, this being to express the greater delight that the receiver’s act has brought to the giver in a momentary comparison to everything else. However this weightage is solely momentary and may vary based on a large number of external factors, the final baseline being that the point transfer has occurred, since the value of the points is infinite within the instant of reception.
Thus we can see that the accrual of points is meaningless for they have no cumulative value, each point being infinite within itself, and the instantaneous measure place on the points is only an expression of the value of the moment as seen by the giver to the receiver.
Finally, as is every other system to man, we find the pointing system is inconsequential in death, but purposeful in life. Points act as a catalyst towards a continued survival. They are mutual expressions of appreciation and affirmation of the essence of being. And if I think, therefore I am, then, I give you points, therefore we are.
For aeons man has questioned his purpose, his need to exist, the rational behind life. Unfortunately, a sufficiently pleasant yet universally confirmable answer is yet unknown and from our limited experience we can surmise: everything is nothing.
Thus, when existence is meaningless and purpose is pointless, the pointing systems are in place to give value to the isness of an entity, tangible or otherwise. The base principle being, the point giver awards points to the point receiver in a mutual act of observation of the other’s existence.
The value attached to the points is instantaneous and based on the unquestionable judiciousness of the point giver in the moment. The transfer of points acts as a validation of the existence of the two entities involved in the process. Thus it can be deemed as a personal expression of acknowledgement between two entities.
Points can be given a weightage when they are being distributed, especially among a group, this being to express the greater delight that the receiver’s act has brought to the giver in a momentary comparison to everything else. However this weightage is solely momentary and may vary based on a large number of external factors, the final baseline being that the point transfer has occurred, since the value of the points is infinite within the instant of reception.
Thus we can see that the accrual of points is meaningless for they have no cumulative value, each point being infinite within itself, and the instantaneous measure place on the points is only an expression of the value of the moment as seen by the giver to the receiver.
Finally, as is every other system to man, we find the pointing system is inconsequential in death, but purposeful in life. Points act as a catalyst towards a continued survival. They are mutual expressions of appreciation and affirmation of the essence of being. And if I think, therefore I am, then, I give you points, therefore we are.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Swansong Earth
"Plutonic, plutonic"
The faeries sprechgesang
"Our terra is governed.
Frayed, the ends
Of the peopled race.
Oh, the folly of man!"
Dance they did
In last light,
Until the stars was come.
And then the flamebugs
Lit the night,
To kindle their dirgesong.
Far away
The machine wurzed
Incontinent along its path.
The very forest
That gave them life
Heartless, they brought down.
The phantasmagoric function done,
The faeries did retire
Into the heart of Mother Earth.
For now her wrath
Unleashed would be
Upon fool denizen.
The faeries sprechgesang
"Our terra is governed.
Frayed, the ends
Of the peopled race.
Oh, the folly of man!"
Dance they did
In last light,
Until the stars was come.
And then the flamebugs
Lit the night,
To kindle their dirgesong.
Far away
The machine wurzed
Incontinent along its path.
The very forest
That gave them life
Heartless, they brought down.
The phantasmagoric function done,
The faeries did retire
Into the heart of Mother Earth.
For now her wrath
Unleashed would be
Upon fool denizen.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Kili Kili Kili
The damn pitcher needs a refill! There are some ideas at the bottom, but I'll need some stones of inspiration to get them to surface. And a crow, someone give me a damn crow. A crow I tell you!
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Public Awareness Message
Save water when you flush. A single flush drains enough water to support seven hundred and fifty three micro-midget families. The micro-midgets are an important part of the economy. They rear micro-midget sheep, whose dung is collected and sold as caviar. Yes it’s a little known fact! And without caviar the Russian economy would be further ruined, and they would take to building more nuclear missiles to supply to Asian countries, thus catalyzing the arms race, which would result in a nuclear fallout and the ultimate destruction of the Earth.
Now you know how everyone plays an important part in keeping the world safe!
Today’s message brought to you by the Malossol Caviar Production House Incorporated.
PS: Also say no to Coca Cola!
Now you know how everyone plays an important part in keeping the world safe!
Today’s message brought to you by the Malossol Caviar Production House Incorporated.
PS: Also say no to Coca Cola!
Saturday, August 20, 2005
A Rolling Stone
“Ah, yes! Good morning, sir
What can I do for you?
Are you interested in a room?
I’ve got a loo with a view!”
“Is this the hotel California?”
The traveller blandly said
“You know, the place
Where they have the spirits of the dead.”
“Oh, come now, sir” the innkeeper replied
“I wouldn’t believe all that rubbish if I were you!
But would you still be interested
In that loo with a view?”
The traveller looked at the innkeeper;
He was around five foot seven.
“Do you know,” he asked,
“Where I can find the Stairway to Heaven?”
“An old lady used to know that”
The innkeeper responded.
“But she’s got something with a piper
I would stay away”, he warned.
“It’s like this,” the traveller went on
“I’m interested in this weird occult and stuff”
“That’s great, sir. Why don’t you take a room?
We’ve got ladies in the buff!”
“I’ll stay,” said the traveller
“If you’ve got tapes that play backward.”
“Who’d want that?” asked the innkeeper,
“That would be really awkward!”
The traveller went on to explain
“They have secret messages, that when
Played backwards become very plain.”
“Why would you play it backwards
Unless you had no brain?”
“Well, they make the music such, that
When you play it, what’s reversed affects the mind”
“Just take a room,” the innkeeper said
“At a discount – I’ll be kind!”
“Do you know a Sergeant Pepper?
He died twenty years ago today?”
The innkeeper said, “I don’t know
But we have a band that cannot play!”
“Well,” said the customer, “just give
Me a room. I’ll take whatever’s fine”
“That’s the spirit”, the innkeeper cheered,
“I’ll give you room number Nine.”
“Number nine?” the customer asked
“Number nine” affirmed the innkeeper
“Number nine?” once more
“Number nine!” testily
Then the innkeeper lit up a candle
And showed him the way
There were voices in the corridor
He thought he heard them say
“Watch it, we just polished the floor!”
What can I do for you?
Are you interested in a room?
I’ve got a loo with a view!”
“Is this the hotel California?”
The traveller blandly said
“You know, the place
Where they have the spirits of the dead.”
“Oh, come now, sir” the innkeeper replied
“I wouldn’t believe all that rubbish if I were you!
But would you still be interested
In that loo with a view?”
The traveller looked at the innkeeper;
He was around five foot seven.
“Do you know,” he asked,
“Where I can find the Stairway to Heaven?”
“An old lady used to know that”
The innkeeper responded.
“But she’s got something with a piper
I would stay away”, he warned.
“It’s like this,” the traveller went on
“I’m interested in this weird occult and stuff”
“That’s great, sir. Why don’t you take a room?
We’ve got ladies in the buff!”
“I’ll stay,” said the traveller
“If you’ve got tapes that play backward.”
“Who’d want that?” asked the innkeeper,
“That would be really awkward!”
The traveller went on to explain
“They have secret messages, that when
Played backwards become very plain.”
“Why would you play it backwards
Unless you had no brain?”
“Well, they make the music such, that
When you play it, what’s reversed affects the mind”
“Just take a room,” the innkeeper said
“At a discount – I’ll be kind!”
“Do you know a Sergeant Pepper?
He died twenty years ago today?”
The innkeeper said, “I don’t know
But we have a band that cannot play!”
“Well,” said the customer, “just give
Me a room. I’ll take whatever’s fine”
“That’s the spirit”, the innkeeper cheered,
“I’ll give you room number Nine.”
“Number nine?” the customer asked
“Number nine” affirmed the innkeeper
“Number nine?” once more
“Number nine!” testily
Then the innkeeper lit up a candle
And showed him the way
There were voices in the corridor
He thought he heard them say
“Watch it, we just polished the floor!”
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Dance in the Sun
We’re off to the magical kingdom
Where the giant crocodiles grow
Where the sun shines bright
And P. James does magic shows!
Where the giant crocodiles grow
Where the sun shines bright
And P. James does magic shows!
“Starboard!” cried Vendu, as we all dived to one side, shifting the weight on the boat. Vendu pulled the stick to which the outboard rudder was attached, pushing the whirring blades into the surf, as the boat jumped up over the waves and swerved to the right. The Alpina Verona bounced along the waves, making good time, as we neared the temple
Vendu busied himself with anchoring the boat, as the rest of us got off one by one. With the motor of the boat cut off, there was not a single man-made sound on the island. Just the waves, crashing pacific on the shore. And animal sounds – the small furry kinds and the feathered kinds, from the forest ahead of us. Blues, greens, and bright yellows filled the scene.
The small crowd of tourists walked off in different directions, eager to explore the mystical
island. Vendu sat on a rock near his boat and lit his pipe.
“Would you like to see the temple?” he asked, his mouth bent crooked to accommodate the pipe as he spoke.
“Sure”, I replied.
He got up and jumped over a couple of rocks into the trees that lined the side of the beach. The “This way” he beckoned.
|  |
The apsaras, the apsaras
They dance naked among the flowers
Mushrooming around them
As they shoot up to the stars
 | We climbed to the top of the hills, discovering temple after temple. Jumping from rock to rock, taking our cues from the goats that resided in the area. Night drew near as we sat atop the highest rock. In the distance the silhouette of one of the temples stood, stark, against the setting sun. |
Friday, August 12, 2005
Sow the seed!
It's been a while since a post! The thing is, my fertile imagination lies dormant! I need to spew some creative jizz on it! So I'm gonna take a short vacation this weekend! Yay!
Sunday, July 31, 2005
I've got a Feedreader!
Well so I decided to download Feed Reader 2.90 , so now I can keep meself well updated with everyone's blogs, without having to check everyday!
I suggest this to those of you'll who check a large number of blogs. The only problem with feedreader is that you have to double click the post name to get a webpage view, otherwise it has a rather shitty view!
I suggest this to those of you'll who check a large number of blogs. The only problem with feedreader is that you have to double click the post name to get a webpage view, otherwise it has a rather shitty view!
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Lappu and Teelu: A Tale of Two Aural Protuberances
Like most aural protuberances, Lappu and Teelu have never actually met each other, this by virtue of being located on opposite ends of the horizontal facial axis. But Lappu and Teelu have, of course, heard of the other.
The two aural protuberances (we shall refer to them as aupros henceforth – it sounds both cute and Bengali) are thought to exist for ornamental reasons. While most evolutionary thinkers argue that the aupro is a vestigial organ, there are a handful of biologists who believe that they assimilate and filter auditory data, which can be employed for some useful purpose. While this has never been scientifically proven, aupros like Lappu and Teelu are living examples of this fact.
For purely illustratory purposes, let us take the mirthful laughter of good, old Saint Nick. “Ho ho ho” he guffaws, as he jovially cavorts from one roof top to another, accompanied with jingling bells, and the clip clop of reindeer hooves. To his credit, he seems to succeed at his task of gift deposition without as much as waking the good denizens of the household with all the Christmasy racket. But I digress. Now to the normal humar ear, all of Santa’s hos sound the same, but to one gifted with aupros, there exist four discernible hos. These are ‘ho’, ‘ho’, ‘ho’ and the oft excluded, ‘ho’. Now what’s the difference between the four, one might ask. Of course I have no way of explaining the auditory differences to the aupro impaired. I myself lack the utility of the aupro, and base these facts on the accounts of a reliable friend who is in the possession of a cute pair of aupros, the very heroes of our story – Lappu and Teelu.
Now, with such great power comes the diminishing of the other senses, and of course great responsibility (one cannot lightly discount the words of Peter Parker’s late uncle). My friend, for example, is olfactorily disabled. While those around her pass out by the dozen, due to a prevailing stench, she will barely smell it. On occasion she cannot distinguish between the taste of tea and that of coffee.
The aupro can also be used to protect the delicate insides of the ear from an increase in environmental decibels, thus saving the aupro possessor the trouble of the finger-in-ears action in case of a sudden loud noise. While one would think this would make the person partially deaf, it actually increases their sensitivity to sound. Thus auproites can be very soft-spoken, sometimes even requiring them to yell, so that others can hear them normally.
Now of the two aupros, Lappu is the more dominant, while Teelu is the more shy, reserved type. Lappu also tends to be more endearing because of his cuddly appearance. This, however, makes me feel a bit sorry for poor Teelu, who remains unnoticed while Lappu basks in the glory.
Lappu and Teelu, with their inimitable cuteness, make my friend very attractive. While at first they might throw the onlooker off, as an abnormality, with time one starts to adore the perky little blokes. People are constantly curious to know what they are about, and Lappu (particularly) and Teelu (to a lesser extent) are constantly in the limelight. They have of course learnt to handle this fame.
If I had a pair of aupros, I would cherish them dearly. And even if the most eloquent speaker were to say “lend me your ears”, well, I would lend him my ears, but I would never let go of my aupros!
To Mimi, with love.
The two aural protuberances (we shall refer to them as aupros henceforth – it sounds both cute and Bengali) are thought to exist for ornamental reasons. While most evolutionary thinkers argue that the aupro is a vestigial organ, there are a handful of biologists who believe that they assimilate and filter auditory data, which can be employed for some useful purpose. While this has never been scientifically proven, aupros like Lappu and Teelu are living examples of this fact.
For purely illustratory purposes, let us take the mirthful laughter of good, old Saint Nick. “Ho ho ho” he guffaws, as he jovially cavorts from one roof top to another, accompanied with jingling bells, and the clip clop of reindeer hooves. To his credit, he seems to succeed at his task of gift deposition without as much as waking the good denizens of the household with all the Christmasy racket. But I digress. Now to the normal humar ear, all of Santa’s hos sound the same, but to one gifted with aupros, there exist four discernible hos. These are ‘ho’, ‘ho’, ‘ho’ and the oft excluded, ‘ho’. Now what’s the difference between the four, one might ask. Of course I have no way of explaining the auditory differences to the aupro impaired. I myself lack the utility of the aupro, and base these facts on the accounts of a reliable friend who is in the possession of a cute pair of aupros, the very heroes of our story – Lappu and Teelu.
Now, with such great power comes the diminishing of the other senses, and of course great responsibility (one cannot lightly discount the words of Peter Parker’s late uncle). My friend, for example, is olfactorily disabled. While those around her pass out by the dozen, due to a prevailing stench, she will barely smell it. On occasion she cannot distinguish between the taste of tea and that of coffee.
The aupro can also be used to protect the delicate insides of the ear from an increase in environmental decibels, thus saving the aupro possessor the trouble of the finger-in-ears action in case of a sudden loud noise. While one would think this would make the person partially deaf, it actually increases their sensitivity to sound. Thus auproites can be very soft-spoken, sometimes even requiring them to yell, so that others can hear them normally.
Now of the two aupros, Lappu is the more dominant, while Teelu is the more shy, reserved type. Lappu also tends to be more endearing because of his cuddly appearance. This, however, makes me feel a bit sorry for poor Teelu, who remains unnoticed while Lappu basks in the glory.
Lappu and Teelu, with their inimitable cuteness, make my friend very attractive. While at first they might throw the onlooker off, as an abnormality, with time one starts to adore the perky little blokes. People are constantly curious to know what they are about, and Lappu (particularly) and Teelu (to a lesser extent) are constantly in the limelight. They have of course learnt to handle this fame.
If I had a pair of aupros, I would cherish them dearly. And even if the most eloquent speaker were to say “lend me your ears”, well, I would lend him my ears, but I would never let go of my aupros!
To Mimi, with love.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Comics!
Yes I spend most of my time online reading webcomics. They're the new rage, and I like to get with the times. Ok fine! I'm a geek! So anyways, I've decided to give you a comic review list. What more can you ask for, huh?
Note: The comics are listed in the order they appear in my IE favourites.
Bottle Rocket Chronicles (***) - The detailing of the mundane existence of a super hero. Bottle Rocket is a super hero with a family, and he's funny too. Good for a giggle.
White Ninja Comics (***.5) - Psychotic humour is an interesting tool to employ in a comic. White Ninja Comics are really badly drawn, but that's part of the whole deal. White Ninja can be rather gross on occassion, but it's almost always hilarious.
Ctrl+Alt+Del (***) - I guess most people would call this another Penny Arcade clone, but this was the first comic I read with the two gamer roomies theme, hence the slightly high rating. Decently funny, and rather l33t.
Red Meat (*****) - Ah, this one is pure psycho hilarious. Max Cannon's artwork is both minimilistic and detailed at the same time. He uses the black and white medium to the fullest. The characters in the strip have well detailed personalities, my favourite being Bug Eyed Earl.
Beaver and Steve (****.5) - BnS uses the routine two character theme, but what characters they are! I love the artwork on this one too, it's very different from what you see around. This comic by James Turner is a constant laugh riot.
Last Kiss Comics (****.5) - This one is just brilliant! John Lustig draws his comics in the style of the cheesy American comics from the 60s. The captivating factor of this comic is the discordant combination of the romantic artwork and the totally unromantic dialogue.
Scotts Mind (***) - Mostly single panels, this comic is vaguely Larsoneqsue, sometimes predictable, but generally quite funny.
Banurgle (***.5) - This comic is just pure SICK! But if you can stomach it, it's despicably hilarious! The illustrations are also totally bizzarre.
Satan's Salvation (*****) - another of the early webcomics I read. This one is not for you if you're even vaguely Christian. It's filled with (non)Christian gags, from Satan's perspective. And while I'm staunchly heterosexual, Lucifer looks real cute! Highly entertaining.
Bunny (*****) - Bunny is cute and amusing. The unique artwork and bizarre settings make this single panel a great read!
Little Gamers (***) - The two gamers storyline again. This one has very simplistic artwork, and the jokes are pretty neat!
Simulated Comic Product (**) - Nice comic, but it's missing something that I can't put my finger on. Some of the strips are dull, some are pretty funny!
John and John (****) - This comic is straight out perverse. Lotsa deviant jokes and uproarious too. Another unique drawing style by this chap who calls himself D!o. It's very, very funny! He also has two cool fundas on his site. One, each of the strips is a link to a webpage that is linked to the punchline; and two, there's a textfield where you can enter the comic number and go straight to that comic, it's very useful.
Qwantz (****) - This comic uses the exact same 6 panels for all the strips. Initially it's rather annoying, but if you can get past that the gags are super funny!
Rabid Monkeys (**.5) - Another in the long list of gamer webcomics that you find online. This one is drawn in an anime style. While the theme is quite cliche, the addition of the character death manages to just about pull it out of the routine gamer comic trap. Some of the gags are quite neat though.
Nozzman (**) - A single panel strip. This one is highly inconsistent. Some of the jokes are really hilarious, others are barely laughable.
Rehabilitating Mr. Wiggles (****.5) - Pure vileness, this one is! Barfable hilarity! The drawings are really cool too!
The Outer Circle (*.5) - Straight webcomic, average humour with a cliched style. Features the cartoonist in the lead role and a couple of other backing characters. It's slightly leet.
The Morning Improv (*****) - By far the most brilliant comic, by one of the most innovative artists, Scott McCloud. The comics are all stand alones, except for Meadow of the damned, which is my favourite. Browse through the rest of Scott's site too, cause it's just brilliant!
Assorted Miscellanea (***) - Not exactly a comic in the pure sense of the word, but random stuff by Thomas Meade. The artwork tends to be a bit messy, but it's made up for by some brilliant gags! Tom, I'd like to see your old comics archived on the site too!
Penny Arcade (**) - I think this one's supposed to be the original gamer webcomic. I didn't really get into it, and PA fans are probably gonna kick my ass bout the rating. But that's what I thought.
Cup of Suffering (***.5) - It starts of very ordinarily along the two roommates-plus-assorted-characters lines, but this comic picks up some great momentum along the way. The drawings are really nice in and some of the strips are side-splitting hilarious!
Ornery Boy (**.5) - I somehow didn't get to into this one, but it's nice and dark and the site's pretty nice.
Able and Baker (****.5) - Very standard in terms of the two character theme, but Able and Baker are an outstanding comic duo, very near the likes of the inimitable Calvin and Hobbes. The jokes are killer!
Her! Girl vs. Pig (***.5) - This one is just weird and whacky. I quite like it!
A Lesson is Learned but the Damage is Irreversible (*****) - Even if this comic weren't good I'd give it a high rating just for the long name. Some of the early strips aren't too great, but they get better, it's a rather new comic and I'm sure it's gonna get cooler. The most amazing thing bout this comic is the artwork, which is just mind blowingly awesome!
Boy on Stick and Slither (***.5) - Another crazy comic. Very similiar to Girl vs. Pig, but the landscapes and scenarios are bizarre! Quite enjoyable.
Butternut Squash (*)- the usual story about two guys, who need sex and a life, and surprise, surprise the characters are the authors of the strip. The comic is occasionally funny, occasionally gross. The only decent thing bout this one is that the artwork is pretty catchy in a webcomic sort of way!
Nazi High (**) - a rather ordinary comic, but it's readable, with a few nice gags. Follows the usual character webcomic soap style.
Perry Bible Fellowship (****.5) - Tangential comics these are. Some are really whacked, and some creep me out. But most are just darn good hilarious.
Note: The comics are listed in the order they appear in my IE favourites.
Bottle Rocket Chronicles (***) - The detailing of the mundane existence of a super hero. Bottle Rocket is a super hero with a family, and he's funny too. Good for a giggle.
White Ninja Comics (***.5) - Psychotic humour is an interesting tool to employ in a comic. White Ninja Comics are really badly drawn, but that's part of the whole deal. White Ninja can be rather gross on occassion, but it's almost always hilarious.
Ctrl+Alt+Del (***) - I guess most people would call this another Penny Arcade clone, but this was the first comic I read with the two gamer roomies theme, hence the slightly high rating. Decently funny, and rather l33t.
Red Meat (*****) - Ah, this one is pure psycho hilarious. Max Cannon's artwork is both minimilistic and detailed at the same time. He uses the black and white medium to the fullest. The characters in the strip have well detailed personalities, my favourite being Bug Eyed Earl.
Beaver and Steve (****.5) - BnS uses the routine two character theme, but what characters they are! I love the artwork on this one too, it's very different from what you see around. This comic by James Turner is a constant laugh riot.
Last Kiss Comics (****.5) - This one is just brilliant! John Lustig draws his comics in the style of the cheesy American comics from the 60s. The captivating factor of this comic is the discordant combination of the romantic artwork and the totally unromantic dialogue.
Scotts Mind (***) - Mostly single panels, this comic is vaguely Larsoneqsue, sometimes predictable, but generally quite funny.
Banurgle (***.5) - This comic is just pure SICK! But if you can stomach it, it's despicably hilarious! The illustrations are also totally bizzarre.
Satan's Salvation (*****) - another of the early webcomics I read. This one is not for you if you're even vaguely Christian. It's filled with (non)Christian gags, from Satan's perspective. And while I'm staunchly heterosexual, Lucifer looks real cute! Highly entertaining.
Bunny (*****) - Bunny is cute and amusing. The unique artwork and bizarre settings make this single panel a great read!
Little Gamers (***) - The two gamers storyline again. This one has very simplistic artwork, and the jokes are pretty neat!
Simulated Comic Product (**) - Nice comic, but it's missing something that I can't put my finger on. Some of the strips are dull, some are pretty funny!
John and John (****) - This comic is straight out perverse. Lotsa deviant jokes and uproarious too. Another unique drawing style by this chap who calls himself D!o. It's very, very funny! He also has two cool fundas on his site. One, each of the strips is a link to a webpage that is linked to the punchline; and two, there's a textfield where you can enter the comic number and go straight to that comic, it's very useful.
Qwantz (****) - This comic uses the exact same 6 panels for all the strips. Initially it's rather annoying, but if you can get past that the gags are super funny!
Rabid Monkeys (**.5) - Another in the long list of gamer webcomics that you find online. This one is drawn in an anime style. While the theme is quite cliche, the addition of the character death manages to just about pull it out of the routine gamer comic trap. Some of the gags are quite neat though.
Nozzman (**) - A single panel strip. This one is highly inconsistent. Some of the jokes are really hilarious, others are barely laughable.
Rehabilitating Mr. Wiggles (****.5) - Pure vileness, this one is! Barfable hilarity! The drawings are really cool too!
The Outer Circle (*.5) - Straight webcomic, average humour with a cliched style. Features the cartoonist in the lead role and a couple of other backing characters. It's slightly leet.
The Morning Improv (*****) - By far the most brilliant comic, by one of the most innovative artists, Scott McCloud. The comics are all stand alones, except for Meadow of the damned, which is my favourite. Browse through the rest of Scott's site too, cause it's just brilliant!
Assorted Miscellanea (***) - Not exactly a comic in the pure sense of the word, but random stuff by Thomas Meade. The artwork tends to be a bit messy, but it's made up for by some brilliant gags! Tom, I'd like to see your old comics archived on the site too!
Penny Arcade (**) - I think this one's supposed to be the original gamer webcomic. I didn't really get into it, and PA fans are probably gonna kick my ass bout the rating. But that's what I thought.
Cup of Suffering (***.5) - It starts of very ordinarily along the two roommates-plus-assorted-characters lines, but this comic picks up some great momentum along the way. The drawings are really nice in and some of the strips are side-splitting hilarious!
Ornery Boy (**.5) - I somehow didn't get to into this one, but it's nice and dark and the site's pretty nice.
Able and Baker (****.5) - Very standard in terms of the two character theme, but Able and Baker are an outstanding comic duo, very near the likes of the inimitable Calvin and Hobbes. The jokes are killer!
Her! Girl vs. Pig (***.5) - This one is just weird and whacky. I quite like it!
A Lesson is Learned but the Damage is Irreversible (*****) - Even if this comic weren't good I'd give it a high rating just for the long name. Some of the early strips aren't too great, but they get better, it's a rather new comic and I'm sure it's gonna get cooler. The most amazing thing bout this comic is the artwork, which is just mind blowingly awesome!
Boy on Stick and Slither (***.5) - Another crazy comic. Very similiar to Girl vs. Pig, but the landscapes and scenarios are bizarre! Quite enjoyable.
Butternut Squash (*)- the usual story about two guys, who need sex and a life, and surprise, surprise the characters are the authors of the strip. The comic is occasionally funny, occasionally gross. The only decent thing bout this one is that the artwork is pretty catchy in a webcomic sort of way!
Nazi High (**) - a rather ordinary comic, but it's readable, with a few nice gags. Follows the usual character webcomic soap style.
Perry Bible Fellowship (****.5) - Tangential comics these are. Some are really whacked, and some creep me out. But most are just darn good hilarious.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
An anecdote of undisputed interest
A friend once asked me if I was a bigot.
"A bigot?" I replied, "of course not. Only women or Christians would be bigots! I absolutely loathe, hate, detest, abhor and despise bigots! "
"A bigot?" I replied, "of course not. Only women or Christians would be bigots! I absolutely loathe, hate, detest, abhor and despise bigots! "
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