CSotD: A deceptively concise posting
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Nothing smells like vict'ry more than napalm in the morning
Chasing Charlie from his lair so very far away
The Chuckle Bros got a chuckle with this, mostly in light of the futile caption. I think they seriously underestimate Broadway's hunger for overproduced, overpriced, unlikely adaptations.
In any case, their timing is excellent, given that Spiderman just closed after a three-year run, leaving investors holding a $60 million bag. Somewhere, Max Bialystock is chortling.
I went easy on you with that first link, which is to Alan Gardner's condensed version of the story. But he's got the link to the original NYTimes piece, which provides more details, if you want to read more.
But you may want to pace yourself. You'll have more opportunities.
For instance:
I ran into Bill Holbrook at the Billy Ireland last weekend. Holbrook does Kevin and Kell on the web, as well as On the Fastrack and Safe Havens in syndication. Which may explain why I only saw him there once.
As it happened, I'd listened to the podcast of Tom Racine's interview with Bill on the drive down, in which it came up that webcomics like K&K changed the landscape for continuity comics, because — unlike with hard-copy comics — readers who miss a chapter can simply click back and catch up.
That conversation may have been on his mind when he did today's strip, but it was certainly on mine when we spoke, because I asked him to refresh my memory about the name of the webcomic his collaborator, Terrence Marks, did back at the dawn of time, which turned out to be "Unlike Minerva."
Unlike Minerva is long gone but the archives are here. And 18 years of Kevin and Kell is here.
And that ought to keep you out of trouble for a while.
Meanwhile, if you aren't Billy Irelanded out, Derf Backderf has an excellent blog posting on the festival, from the perspective of someone who was a college kid with cartoon ambitions when he first stumbled onto the two-room backwater on his campus that has since morphed into a major museum.
Self-sticking labels:
Okay, this Ted Rall panel is pretty funny, but it does touch off a rant.
First of all, if you were alive at all in 1963, you are, at least according to the Census Bureau, a Baby Boomer. There are — as that link indicates — other definitions, other lines drawn, and some would say that anyone born after 1960 is not a boomer.
It's equally difficult to pin down exactly where Generation X begins and ends. And the Millenials are equally hard to define in precise terms.
But, more to the point, here's my take on it, and I think it covers the matter entirely: WGASA?
No wonder "selfie" is the Oxford English Dictionary's word of the year.
Three mythical, media-created demographic groups, squabbeling over the boundaries of their self-absorption, and they didn't even invent that.
We have no one yet, no men, look where you will. Everywhere—either small fry, nibblers, Hamlets on a small scale, self-absorbed, or darkness and subterranean chaos, or idle babblers and wooden sticks. Or else they are like this: they study themselves to the most shameful detail, and are for ever feeling the pulse of every sensation and reporting to themselves: "That's what I feel, that's what I think." A useful, rational occupation! … When will men be born among us? — Turgenev, "On the Eve," 1860
Enough to make your head spin:
A more interesting type of self-definition is taking place within the Roman Catholic Church, as Pope Francis attempts to drag his band of shepherds kicking and screaming into the 21st, or at least the 20th, century.
Chris Britt's cartoon is based on a bizarre bit of mummery by the Bishop of Springfield, Illinois, who didn't actually aim his exorcism at a specific couple as here, but rather at a law approving same sex marriage.
Yes. He attempted to drive the demons out of a piece of legislation.
Is there such a thing as the Tea Party wing of the Catholic Church? Well, in any case, there's a substantial group that absolutely hates National Catholic Reporter and probably thinks they are also possessed by demons, which means they're not gonna want to read this.
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And speaking of getting cozy with Satan, here's Keith Knight's take on Jay Z's partnership with Barney's. I've got nothing to add except that it's been a long time since I've heard the old saying that there are no rearview mirrors on a Cadillac, but, if it's out of style, it's not because they've been retrofitted.
If you're not linked out by now (hey, I warned you to pace yourself), here's an excellent takedown on the whole thing.
Oh, and this update: I complained the other day about multiple cartoonists suffering under the identical delusion that transfats are required for making doughnuts. I found out their source.
Well, there ya go. And he's a doctor, so he oughta know.
In case you missed the earworm at the top:
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