it is 2:30 a.m. and i have to write this shit down before i forget it
I have been meaning to write here for a while, but I usually wait until there are some good things to link to before I do, so let me get this out of the way right now. Like three months ago I was clicking around on the internet and found a pretty cool comic and thought “hey! I should read more of this comic” and of course my brain totally boned me and I forgot that the comic existed and more to the point where it existed. Well! Dedication & fortuitous googling of the words “Ray”, “mondo”, and “chicken” eventually got me to the point where I found it again. The comic is called Raymondo Person and it is kind of freeform and it strikes a nerve similar to what I imagine Nobody Scores! striking so I feel more or less confident recommending it to you too. In addition the author is perhaps the most skillful drawer of stick figures in all the cartoon internet, with perhaps the exception of the godfather of stick figures, not the Exploding Dog guy: Matt Feazell. Who isn’t really a webcomic guy but is about the most unjustly overlooked cartoonist out there, so heads up.
Notes on comics done in the meantime:
re Get Ready:
The Karate Kid is probably the most culturally current ancient fighting and training movie out there (evidence: music video here – crap song though – and sorta recent, okay, five years gone, but good band Sweep The Leg Johnny here ) but I was very tempted to have Sara walking on rice paper. But who remembers that show? It is older than even me!
re The Tragic Cycle Continues:
We all have our bad choices. Choices that induce pain. Mine are pretty obscure. How do I put this? If, by some bizarre circumstance, you get into late-’80s, early-’90s “industrial dance” music, and you also by some bizarre circumstance get the word that Skinny Puppy, Ministry, Nine Inch Nails are for wusses and you should look for more obscure, harder bands, dooon’t listen. Unless you are looking for material for your next postironic music revival in which case that shit is a hidden gold mine.
re Big Fun Big Event Meeting Time:
I have no idea what cartoon I’ll be doing after Nobody Scores!, but one of the leading candidates is a cartoon all about Genghis Khan here. I bawl every time I leave him out of a comic. My life has been tears for too long.
re Ten Minute Classics:
I expand a bit more on the theme of “do we really want to be living in a dystopian novel?” here, just in case you haven’t pored through the whole entire archives yet, which you must if you don’t want to be a deficient person. I am enriching the culture here, people! ENRICHING!
Also I am of course entranced by short videos I cannot stop watching. Utterly hypnotic:
A little chase scene. I’ve been watching this like five times a row whenever I click back on it. It is sweet, like birds.
This speaks to my relationship with the beautiful, beautiful Spanish language.
I saved the most hypnotic for last. I swear, I don’t even like Daft Punk. She (and I should note for audience expectation’s sake, she’s about 96% covered in clothes, you’ll see what I mean) could be dancing to Rick Astley and I would watch it repeatedly for 30 minutes. That’s right: she could rickroll me at will.
And I am pretty sure I am the first person on the internet to make “rickroll” sound like a double entendre. Man, it’s bedtime.