Me-Book

I don’t have anything against ebooks. I read a combination of print and ebooks.

Ebooks are convenient. You can buy one at three in the morning. They’re a bit less expensive (and getting more so). And the type is scalable. On the other hand, you don’t really own them, you license them. You can loan only some of them out. And it’s really hard to dog-ear an e-page.

Print books smell good. The physical act of turning a page is enticing. You don’t have to turn it on. It doesn’t need batteries and you can read one in the bathtub without dying. On the other hand, they take up a lot of space. They’re made from dead trees that would probably prefer to still be alive. They’re quite flammable. Especially around totalitarian types.

Bottom line: it’s about the content, not the container. A book is a transport mechanism to an alternative reality. How you get there isn’t important.

Just that you get there.

Books (Brain Not Included)

Today’s comic has inspired an interesting conversation in the comments section on gocomics.

My seven cents (inflation adjusted): Publishers try to publish the very best books they think will sell. Just like with music, television and movies there’s a lot copycatting and homogenization. But every year a few books slip through that are outstanding. I just read two that are excellent:

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein

These are both Young Adult novels but as a no-so-young-adult I enjoyed them very much. Mike-Bob says check ‘em out.

Bovine ex Machina

Another example (as though he needs one) for Verne about why it can be so very wrong to right.

The Tree That Kicks Stuff

I don’t think there were a lot of dogs in the Fangorn forest where the Ents of Middle Earth live. 

At least any alive. 

 

The Grey Unwashed

 Nice tail drop-flap.

The One With the Talking Sock

Verne’s K-Mart backstory has always been controversial. I like the inherent conflict and irony of the once caged turtle set free. He tries to embrace the wild as the wild flees in the other direction. T always thought Verne should be a wild turtle set at odds with the more suburban loving RJ.

I don’t remember that we ever came to a resolution other than I just went ahead and did what I wanted to do in the first place. This may have contributed to why T and I hardly ever communicate except through email delivery of the scripts.

Some collaborations are collaborative and others are…  I don’t know…

Successful?

Hello Dali

This makes absolutely no sense. Which is what makes it great.

He Likes the Cookies

The comedic distance from set-up to punch line here is measured in light years.

Our 18 year (and counting) mission: To explore strange new story lines, to seek out obscure references and head scratching punch lines, to boldly go where no comic has gone before.

<cue rousing choral space theme>

Why Don’t We Wear Pants?

All my pants are naughty.

Dronehenge

Don’t worry. Hammy’s ears are easily reattached.  We had them velcroed years ago.  Along with his nose, toes and tail. His head was designed from the start to screw on.

Over the Hedge: Form following funny since 1995.