February 2nd, 2008

troll dweomer

some comics read in transit.

empowered volumes one & two, by adam warren.

this is an interesting subject, especially to a fellow like yours truly that can't help but bend a bit of feminist faculties to any given comic book subject. empowered is a comic book about the portrayals of women in comics, & in the comics community. the interesting thing is that it does not turn a critical or critiquing eye towards the subject. i mean, the premise of the comic arose as mister warren was doing creepy sketches for pay at comic conventions. you know, gross dudes being like "draw me a superheroine, only she's ball gagged, & sweating, &..." so forth. along the way, warren transformed that into doing little vignettes, which in turn became this comic. ta da! empowered is a young girl who has super powers stemming from a super-tight suit, that only works if she doesn't wear anything on top of it, or anything under it, or...well, even then, if it rips, it stops working. & it rips pretty easily. this leads to her getting kidnapped & generally bondaged up. now, okay, that sounds kind of porn comic themed, yeah? which is what i thought when this came in, since i'd never heard of it. he's actually a character (even if it is a bit of a pin-up character) though, so lets not get too out of hand. but more importantly, & the biggest case FOR this comic, is her supporting cast. her boyfriend, thugboy, is a really good mix of macho & "good boyfriend." & he is subjected to the same cake treatment as the other characters- beefcake, in this instance. ninjette is the other supporting character, & she is a good bounce board for empowered's insecurities: one blonde, one brunette; one skinny with tiny boobs, the other voluptuous with a big butt. that sort of thing. i don't know. it is interesting. the best thing about it is the sex: it has a pretty honest & realistic dealing with thugboy & empowered's relationship, both social & pysical. & i guess if you look at it as a pin-up comic, which is sort of is, it works really well.

fullmetal alchemist volume fifteen, by hiromu arakawa.

i continue to like this series: i do wish it would come to a head, though. i get that manga is still in the period of comics where the "continue to publish!" idea is strong (along with the lack of disconnect that moder cape comics have: you don't need to have read action comics 1-861 to know what is up with superman) but i'd like to finish the freaking thing; it is leading up to something, after all! this was a flashback comic, & i liked it; i especially liked hughes being in it, & roy mustang joking "stop talking about your girlfriend: people who talk about their families always get killed!" it made me glad to see that hiromu was aware of the tropes she occasionally abuses. i am kind of bummed i'm all caught up on this: it really compels me, & i want to just sort of swallow the whole series at once. do they ever make, you know, sort of prestige archive editions of manga? i'd theoretically like to own this whole series once it is finished, but i also don't really want it to just sprawl out all over two shelves!

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i'm as hungry as the ever-lovin' thing! though now that i think about it, i would prefer it if the thing didn't need to eat. i'd prefer it if the thing was basically evolved for outer space living. that is my way. i've been busy at salt mines; i pulled down fifty-six or so hours this week. yawn! i say salt mines: for a year i lived in the abandoned salt mine in the wastelands. it was pretty okay. sometimes i have been dragged forth from my collapse: though it is kind of silly & indicative of how tired i've been that i can count "waiting for thai food together" as going out. though yeah, on fucking thursday i met up with user & then we met up with symon & his guy andy, & then we all met up with jenny! we were going to go to that new joint, the dram shop, but seriously, fuck that place. i mean, park slope gets a yuppie rap, 'cause it is a yuppie hood. that said, there are your different brands of yuppie. you've got your post-alternative brainiacs, your total sell-outs, your hippies who think using their sell-out cash to buy premium organic goods is saving the earth, your whatevers. anyhow, dram shop was filled with the worst sort of yuppie scum! they actually had the televisions all turned on & turned up to watch the democratic debates & were cheering for their favorites as though it were a football game. what the hell, man? this is why i stick to dives. so we folded our cards & got up from that table, i'll tell you what. nailed down a few more drinks are bar reis, then back here to split a bottle of wine before all those lit conference people bailed to go to the high school prom. then last night, symon was all "i know i said i'd be leaving sunday, but instead, i am leaving early saturday!" & i replied, "but i have made saturday play plans for us! also, promised my friday to jenny!" & for the record, i sucked as a friday boyfriend. i fell asleep at like...nine.
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i shall destroy all the civilized planets! by fletcher hanks (afterword by paul karasik).

well how about that. i'm sort of eating crow on this one, all kinds of ways. first, when i picked it up, i thought it was a shitty middle-brow indie comics joint. nope; this is the real deal, from the once upon a time land of early comics. it seems to be worshiped by the r. crumb set, which was another strike against it. naw, it sure is sort of amazing. sure, it has "problems," which is what jenny said to me she had heard. a white chick defending the jungle is a little...spoof worthy. heck, i was in the play, right? fantomah is interesting for the whole skull-face thing though, you know? & the transparent skirt, but that might just be me. stardust, though, is a really good time. the plots are pretty much cookie cutter, with him shooting his various rays everywhere, but they have some really genius moments, like when he turns the gang into one guy, to make punishing them easier. first off, the cosmic wizard thing has a little prince vibe going on that makes me actually think i should investigate the little prince again: all i have of it really is nicklodeon memories (that, & unico). the craziest thing of all though is the end, the afterword! it is your typical "feel bad" indie comic stuff, but i really liked it! it really spoke to the point, & was intercut with the source material enough to make it topical, & not masturbatory! i was a little shell-shocked; i found it very effective in a way that i don't find the run of the mill. maybe it was because it was biographical, rather than autobiographical. anyhow, i'm totally happy to own this, & maybe you should too.

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jenny: "well, the only thing i have to offer is we turn the music up real loud & start doing shots..."
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