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carbonated ink : one man's struggle against boredom

Mahfood and his scouts (not scots)

[]    comics : 16. June 2004, 13:04   

It was the death of my Pixies plan, as the festival removed their day-pass and my Japanese class got in the way. So this weekend I haul ass upwards the country to the ConFuse 2004 sf-conention to drink beer and read fanzines for two days. I might even buy a book, although considering how I bored felt the last month och three about those things I kind of doubt it.

To funnier things. Jim Mahfood. I guess I could write about James Robinson’s Starman run but no, that would be expected somehow to report after each trade. A bit like Sandman (Wesley Dodds lives!) in that regard, but with a cosmic dildo in the first collection instead of a misplaced pouch. (Arhm. Enough with the imagery already!) Grrl Scouts is a bit more grounded. Not so much epic stuff although a moment of “Luke, it is your destiny” comes in as well towards the end. Where were I? Oh yeah. Mallrats. The three girls have a Mallrats tape on the VCR. Clearly they have taste. Clearly, Jim Mahfood has taste, since most other would have used the more highly regarded Dogma, Clerks or Chasing Amy, but Jim used Mallrats and I thank him for it.

They also work on the wrong side of the tracks, selling mushrooms and squeaking the third eye once in a while themselves. The dialogue is really good with distinct vopices for the characters. And they have guns, and not all of them can aim very well. The art is crisp with visable raster—tres cool in my book—but a bit to cartoony for some wankers. Hell, the same person complained about Oeming so what does he know? All this just because they closest comic shop didn’t have Dead @ 17.



Comments

  1. Comics. Comics. Comics. Goddammit! I need new friends. Ola, will you be my best friend?
    — Tommy    (@ 17. June 2004, 08:43)
  2. Tommy: No. Go fuck yourself, you boring old shitface.
    — Ola    (@ 17. June 2004, 08:44)
  3. Damnit. Oh well. I’m better of alone. Or… Hey. What’s that? Oh, yeah. Now I remember! Well, hello hello, mister Penis! Long time, no seen. Wanna go for a walk?
    — Tommy    (@ 17. June 2004, 08:46)
  4. Do you want an image and a go-through to all the secrets of my bellybutton instead? (You could of course try to revive Wonderfalls, then I’d have something else to talk about.)
    — Nicklas    (@ 17. June 2004, 11:39)
  5. Your what? Your… Your..! Ahhh! AAAHH!! Ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod!!! HORROR!
    — Tommy    (@ 17. June 2004, 15:28)
  6. Tommy: Did you know that Ola too is a comicsfan these days? So now you really are alone with your penis. By the time you can join os for coffee again, comic books will be our only subject for conversation. Mohah. Mohahah. Mooohahahahahaahahhhhah!
    — Boo    (@ 17. June 2004, 20:40)
  7. Boo: Sadly, you´re sort of rigt. All I need now is a beard. Or at least a “beard”.

    Tommy: You poor thing.
    — Ola    (@ 18. June 2004, 17:42)
  8. Ola: Go read Fray, for fucks sake. Or I’ll pull out the peeing parrot!
    — Boo    (@ 18. June 2004, 17:45)
  9. Boo: “pull out the peeing parrot”? That must be a treath.
    — Ola    (@ 20. June 2004, 13:12)
  10. Ola: Well, I guess you just have to take it the way it feels best. Darlin’.
    — Boo    (@ 20. June 2004, 20:10)