Infectious.
That’s the word.
These freaking things are everywhere. The poke their heads into our communities and in most cases rule them. Almost every game comic I run into on the quest for new comics is the same insipid crap with equally insipid titles. It’s always something dumb like “Press Start to Play” or “The Game Corner”. The main characters include a male duo of quasi-trendy geeks, a robot of some kind, and a random hot girl that either is or becomes the girlfriend of one of the geeks.
I remember the first time I came into contact with Podcasting. It was about a year ago when I first went to this very site. There was only one or two at the time. Now podcasts are everywhere! Every site has one. They are all different in many ways, but at the same time all the same in one very annoying way: They’re all terrible.
That’s right; I said it out loud and in a manner most proud. Podcasts on the whole suffer a horrible lack of quality in the sound, voice personality, and organizational areas. Continue reading
Just about every comic, here on the interweb, has a blog to accompany their strip. What for I wonder? Most strips could do without their blog. A lot of these have updated their strip alright, but the blog is about 6 months behind. Either that or the current post is 2 weeks old and it says “Wow I haven’t posted on here in so long”. Granted the existence of a web comic master’s mind is fraught with the perils of the evil invader “Real Life”, but the matters of taste and continuity are not totally eradicated. There are many strips whose constant blogging certainly gives us all joys Continue reading
It has often been said that comics, as a medium, are lacking in the department of respect. There is no doubt of this truth, but nowhere is it truer than in the realm of “Fine Art”. There is no greater comic hater than a “true” artist. Usually it’s the stuffy ridiculous reason: “because it’s not art. It is simply masquerading as art.” Little do they realize the great effort, pain, and talent it requires to turn a good illustration. One must know their line weights, their composition, and of course their anatomy (or warped anatomy). Such small-minded folk truly require our wisdom.
There are lots and lots of dead strips on the internet. Most of which died quietly in the night, and thank God too (the Internet can take only so much crap). However there are some strips that died, I belive, that left us all too soon. There are strips that hammered our souls as the nails were put into its coffin; that tugged on our heart strings as it was lain into the ground; and that took a part of us with it as it was burried under the dirt. For me, Drew Weing’s The Journal Comic, was such a strip. [Direct link to comic in the title above]
So I was searching through many twisted web rings for web comics I haven’t seen before and I ran across this happy little list of sites: Natalie Dee, Married To The Sea, and Tooth paste for Dinner. I had of course heard of these sites before, but whenever I ask about them I always got the most annoyingly cryptic answers. “It’s really weird, but it’s funny and you’ll like it.” “It’s really dumb, but you’ll like it.” “I don’t really know how to describe it, but you’ll like it.” …And so on.
I read The Geek’s post and thought, “Oh boy, I’ll bet this’ll be good,” so I raced to a happy little google search and found the original post by Joey Manley and all the subsequent comments behind it. I gave the column itself a thorough read, but sadly it and all of the comments afterwards were written in a strange language that I can only describe as a combination of “Elitist Geek Double Speak” with a healthy dash of “Bitter Speak” for color. A language in which self-contradictions abound and (when written) noses must be promptly thrust into the air.
My name is Gabriel Dunston and I am the new opinion writer here on Digitalstrips. I submit that this is indeed cool. I have been bestowed the great honor of ranting to a number of people who have actual intelligence and the luxury of reading my work and instantly researching my subject matter in order to make their own opinions and then (consequently) shove my own down my throat.
I deem that as a great service because, honestly, how many times have you read an opinion in which you wanted quickly respond with Continue reading