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Might I suggest, Carlsborg, that to avoid this dedicated campaign of targetted hate and character assassination I've been allegedly aiming at you since you arrived on this messageboar, you just killfile me?  It'll make it so much easier for the both of us.

Cheers.

Pfft, it's not the opinion that gets me, it's all the utterly unintelligible "get down the gym, meet some people" arse, like we're two good old boys trading private jokes.  I don't know this guy from Adam, for fuck's sake.  I'm certainly not about to chuckle and slap my thigh at his hilarious lifestyle advice.

What's the fascination with gyms anyway?

Carlsborg --

I was sort of tempted to reply to your post intelligently, but... nah.

You talk so much shit I think you may have just given me cancer.  Thanks a lot.

-s

Artwork is undoubtedly the "front cover" by which any book is judged.

I tend to believe that people will be more inclined to pick up and flick through a comic that has spectacular artwork but a cock-awful script, than they would be to struggle through eye-gougingly dreadful artwork to try and appreciate a literary masterscript.

Remember that artwork is the interface through which the story arrives in the reader's head.  Even if the story is wank, the interface can still be appreciated.  But it's very hard to tell a good story when it's being relayed through a badger's arse.

"In a city ruled by chaos..."

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWL6j0SvqV0" target="_blank">wokkawokkawokkawokkawokka

Hmm, tricky to judge, that one.

Got the old ticker a-poundin', no doubt about it...  Not sure the effects are quite as spectacular as they *might* be, mind.  And I'm sorry, but is *anyone* fooled by Nic Cage as a twentysomething?

Why is he wearing a nappy?

I could just about puke.


Mind you, I've a pretty good idea that he's reading this stuff out from a lyric-sheet written by someone else, thus the odd awkward pause, mispronunciation etc.  

Which means he's basically being used as a dancing monkey by some nasty-arsed organ-grinder.  My money's on "Nick".

Superb stuff:

Link: http://www.funnyjunk.com/movies/95/Homemade+Star+Wars/stream" target="_blank">Not the Glasses!

So what he's saying is: "I only said it cos I thought Matt Smith wasn't actually there to defend himself?"

Great defence...

"And, I noticed he was less gymulated than last year."


Less gymulated?  Is that, like, boozed-up crack-addled illiterate-stylee Carlsborg patois for 'Fat'?

Cos, like... carbonised water-boiling vessels, mate...

Obviously I'm completely biased and therefore anyone who pays any attention to my opinion is a gay hippy communist, but I think the Megazine is exactly the right place to be looking for GN material.  The weekly readership has always been larger than the monthly, which means that in the surplus you've got a pre-existing audience group who haven't ever seen the Megazine material, but are definitely on the right wavelength.  To put it another way, there are a LOT of 2000AD fans who'd be willing to buy Megazine stories that they've never seen before, but probably very few Megazine fans who haven't read the material in the 2000AD reprints already.

Er.  Or something.

Anyway, what I'm getting at is that the ONLY correct approach is to reprint the Simping Detective and give me (also that scruffy pencil monkey midget Irving, if he absolutely insists) a big fat cheque.  Um.  Please.

A very quick (ie: probably wrong) bit of Mental Maffs tells me there are something like 98 pages of Jack Point and related material out there in the wilderness...  

Hold fire until the next bunch is done and you're looking at another 30 or so...  

Teeeeempting, right Jonathan?  Right?  

Just wanted to say that I am *yet again* bowled-over at the sheer brilliance of this little gem.  The amount of research, creativity and thought that's gone into it leaps off every page, and the sheer wealth of content means it'll continue to be my Bogside Browser of choice for months to come.  Funny, intriguing, often surreal and genuinely informative.  Swee-poib.

Well worth the money, and if it didn't go against every moral certainty that I hold dear to praise the Molch so highly, I'd rabbit on about it even longer.

Incidentally: A supreme front cover.  So good, in fact, that I'm even going to apologise to the ultra-talented artist responsible for inadvertently (read: drunkenly) perving over his girlfriend.

Kaith and Abe.  For the sound, more than anything.  Story didn't really have much in common with C&A beyond the sibling murder.

Bart:

I've never seen so many horny comicky geeks glaring in so much jealous fury at a single attached bloke.  But you were that bloke, and we were those geeks, and you, sir, are a very lucky lad.

"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's Significant Other."  

Ach, I'm going to hell.