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metafandom largely replaced metablog while I was away? Anyway - fascinating stuff going on there; unfortunately I'm far too busy with Real Life at the moment to engage in the discussion.
Shame.
... I've *got* to ask:
How *do* these people manage to post full-fledged, well-reasoned essays of that calibre on a regular basis and still have a life? I simply *can't* do it. There aren't enough hours in the day to even cope with the normal stuff of living... how do they find the time? What am I doing wrong? Do they all have a TARDIS in the backyard?
Also, a short mention of two comics that rock my socks, though not to the degree of Hellblazer:
1.) Blame!, a manga by Nihei Tsutomu. My love of Blame! is hard to justify, really. It's a 3-D ego shooter of a comic - little plot or characterisation so far, and loads of violence. But the settings... ah, the settings... a megalomaniac architect's nightmare right out of my subconscious. Even if there were no plot at all, even if the pages were just filled with endless images of insane architectural landscapes, I would want to own this comic.
2.) Shade the Changing Man by Peter Milligan. Like Sandman and Hellblazer this is part of the Vertigo line-up, but it's kind of the red-headed stepchild of Vertigo. (Shade literally is a red-head, btw. *g*) Only six issues have been collected in a TPB, out of 75 or so. If Blame! is an ego shooter of a comic, Shade is an acid trip. If you thought Sandman was weird for a comic that came out of a mainstream publishing house, wait till you've seen Shade. Shade is rather impossible to describe, really. I think I'll try some other time, 'cause I should go to bed now.
A picture says more than a thousand words:
http://www.allabouthmpf.com/pale_afternoon.jpg
http://www.allabouthmpf.com/talking_to_myself.jpg
metafandom largely replaced metablog while I was away? Anyway - fascinating stuff going on there; unfortunately I'm far too busy with Real Life at the moment to engage in the discussion. Shame.
... I've *got* to ask:
How *do* these people manage to post full-fledged, well-reasoned essays of that calibre on a regular basis and still have a life? I simply *can't* do it. There aren't enough hours in the day to even cope with the normal stuff of living... how do they find the time? What am I doing wrong? Do they all have a TARDIS in the backyard?
Also, a short mention of two comics that rock my socks, though not to the degree of Hellblazer:
1.) Blame!, a manga by Nihei Tsutomu. My love of Blame! is hard to justify, really. It's a 3-D ego shooter of a comic - little plot or characterisation so far, and loads of violence. But the settings... ah, the settings... a megalomaniac architect's nightmare right out of my subconscious. Even if there were no plot at all, even if the pages were just filled with endless images of insane architectural landscapes, I would want to own this comic.
2.) Shade the Changing Man by Peter Milligan. Like Sandman and Hellblazer this is part of the Vertigo line-up, but it's kind of the red-headed stepchild of Vertigo. (Shade literally is a red-head, btw. *g*) Only six issues have been collected in a TPB, out of 75 or so. If Blame! is an ego shooter of a comic, Shade is an acid trip. If you thought Sandman was weird for a comic that came out of a mainstream publishing house, wait till you've seen Shade. Shade is rather impossible to describe, really. I think I'll try some other time, 'cause I should go to bed now.
A picture says more than a thousand words:
http://www.allabouthmpf.com/pale_afternoon.jpg
http://www.allabouthmpf.com/talking_to_myself.jpg
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