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Izzy Berkowitz is God
Have you ever had a day when you read your flist and you're just blown away by how just plain awesome everybody on it is? How they're all, without exception, doing wonderful things and going places and just coping and everything? And it's not as if it was a particularly good day for the flist, either, you're just all lovely people who make me humble.
And I'm still reading comics and comic-fic. Yum. I may have to actually update my webpages soon, horror of horrors. Why did I ever get out of the habit of reading comics? I was really into them up until a few months before this journal, when I discovered fic instead, but I fear the pendulum may be swinging back.
Of course, now I'm thinking in comics, too. When I get my daily dose of story by reading books, I think in terms of the written word; when I get it by watching television, I plot in terms of scenes and motion and sound; and when I've been reading comics, all my stories turn into sequential still shots with text overlay. So yeah, NaNo has gone nowhere lately, nor any other fiction writing-- but I've finally cracked that brand-new sketchbook, yay.
And to combine random flist love with random comic-book love, here's a meme-thing which![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
locoluis stole from hebei and altered, and I have stolen and further altered:
1.) Choose 15 people from your friends list at random.
2.) Write something about/to each of them.
3.) Don't tell anyone who the statements are about. Good or bad. No matter how they beg!
locoluis described what people's imaginary worlds were like. I'm going to say what their comic book would be like, if they were a comic book.
1. You're an independent fantasy comic. You're pretty and colorful and nicely drawn and have your own broad, intricate world full of music and magic and life, and you do your own thing without having to make a special issue out of it.
2. You're a European comic; rare but very diverse; you say perfectly obvious things that nobody else will, you're not afraid to be simply funny or use an art style that's both uniquely your own and old-fashioned, and your stories usually seem slightly wacky but in a good way.
3. You're a special issue, a dystopian alternate future full of violence and pain and happy tragedy, colored in soft watercolor pastels that manage to make everything beautiful.
4. You're one of those fantasy comics that's practically soft porn. The women wear very little, the men even less, and there's lots of gratuitous bondage, submission and torture scenes. And yet, there's good plot and character too, and I can convincingly claim that that's why I'm reading.
5. You're a modern women's comic, inked with a strong line. Your main character wears stylish glasses and man-tailored shirts and spends a lot of time having detached yet sexy affairs and entertainingly overanalyzing things over coffee with her girlfriends.
6. You're marketed to young people, and full of extremely bright colors, frantic layouts, and cartoony anime influences, but with enough snarky, deeply wrong subtext that people wonder if they really do seriously intend you for kids.
7. You're artsy literotica. The kind where the explicit parts aren't really even necessary, because the setting, and the mood, and the dialogue, and the art, just breathe erudite sex. You're very chiaroscuro, with mist and smoke and magic drawn in rich inky swirls.
8. You're an early-80's superhero comic. There's lots of clean color and line but it's all oddly muted, as if you're afraid of running out of ink. The stories are halfway between traditional corny and angsty modern, and the characterization is getting deeper, but the logic of it will collapse with just a breath of common sense.
9. You're a media tie-in comic, so you have fewer madcap action sequences and people in funny costumes, and a spare yet realistic art style that shows a world grounded more on what we see everyday, faces and sets and stories based on ones that might physically exist. Except for the giant spaceships.
10. You're a manga, but the kind where the strange martial arts and giant robots are simply a minor footnote to the important stuff, like shinto temples, spiritual allegories, saving humanity from itself, guilt, and lots of quiet, delicately drawn scenery.
11. You're gothic, steeped in gloom and angst and smoke and mirrors. There's lots of black fill and high-angle shots and people with really pale skin in silhouette and red flowers. Whole pages go by without any action or text and that's where the exciting things are happening.
12, You're a 1940's war comic; all soft greens and browns and pinks, with lots of sky and strong-willed men in bomber jackets and determined women in uniform.
13. You're an old-fashioned teeny comic. Like Betty and Veronica, or maybe Josie and the Pussycats. You're light and easy-going; your art is reassuringly consistent, and events all lead a simple moral, but the somehow the characters never actually learn from them, which keeps things entertaining.
14. You're done in pencils. Or something. Lots of fuzzy grays under the color, anyway. You're a retelling of an old, old story, stuffed full of darkness, literary references, and existential doubt, but leavened with just enough self-aware cynicism to stay entertaining.
15. You're a horror comic, from the days back before the Comics Code banned them. Even when you overshoot "scary" you're compelling in a naively decadent sort of way, and the twitchy vagueness of the drawings just makes them more interesting.
Of course, I actually know very little about comic books. Just they're pretty and make me alternately think and laugh and want to go out and touch things and jump and look at the world again, and what more can anyone ask?
And I'm still reading comics and comic-fic. Yum. I may have to actually update my webpages soon, horror of horrors. Why did I ever get out of the habit of reading comics? I was really into them up until a few months before this journal, when I discovered fic instead, but I fear the pendulum may be swinging back.
Of course, now I'm thinking in comics, too. When I get my daily dose of story by reading books, I think in terms of the written word; when I get it by watching television, I plot in terms of scenes and motion and sound; and when I've been reading comics, all my stories turn into sequential still shots with text overlay. So yeah, NaNo has gone nowhere lately, nor any other fiction writing-- but I've finally cracked that brand-new sketchbook, yay.
And to combine random flist love with random comic-book love, here's a meme-thing which
locoluis stole from hebei and altered, and I have stolen and further altered:1.) Choose 15 people from your friends list at random.
2.) Write something about/to each of them.
3.) Don't tell anyone who the statements are about. Good or bad. No matter how they beg!
locoluis described what people's imaginary worlds were like. I'm going to say what their comic book would be like, if they were a comic book. 1. You're an independent fantasy comic. You're pretty and colorful and nicely drawn and have your own broad, intricate world full of music and magic and life, and you do your own thing without having to make a special issue out of it.
2. You're a European comic; rare but very diverse; you say perfectly obvious things that nobody else will, you're not afraid to be simply funny or use an art style that's both uniquely your own and old-fashioned, and your stories usually seem slightly wacky but in a good way.
3. You're a special issue, a dystopian alternate future full of violence and pain and happy tragedy, colored in soft watercolor pastels that manage to make everything beautiful.
4. You're one of those fantasy comics that's practically soft porn. The women wear very little, the men even less, and there's lots of gratuitous bondage, submission and torture scenes. And yet, there's good plot and character too, and I can convincingly claim that that's why I'm reading.
5. You're a modern women's comic, inked with a strong line. Your main character wears stylish glasses and man-tailored shirts and spends a lot of time having detached yet sexy affairs and entertainingly overanalyzing things over coffee with her girlfriends.
6. You're marketed to young people, and full of extremely bright colors, frantic layouts, and cartoony anime influences, but with enough snarky, deeply wrong subtext that people wonder if they really do seriously intend you for kids.
7. You're artsy literotica. The kind where the explicit parts aren't really even necessary, because the setting, and the mood, and the dialogue, and the art, just breathe erudite sex. You're very chiaroscuro, with mist and smoke and magic drawn in rich inky swirls.
8. You're an early-80's superhero comic. There's lots of clean color and line but it's all oddly muted, as if you're afraid of running out of ink. The stories are halfway between traditional corny and angsty modern, and the characterization is getting deeper, but the logic of it will collapse with just a breath of common sense.
9. You're a media tie-in comic, so you have fewer madcap action sequences and people in funny costumes, and a spare yet realistic art style that shows a world grounded more on what we see everyday, faces and sets and stories based on ones that might physically exist. Except for the giant spaceships.
10. You're a manga, but the kind where the strange martial arts and giant robots are simply a minor footnote to the important stuff, like shinto temples, spiritual allegories, saving humanity from itself, guilt, and lots of quiet, delicately drawn scenery.
11. You're gothic, steeped in gloom and angst and smoke and mirrors. There's lots of black fill and high-angle shots and people with really pale skin in silhouette and red flowers. Whole pages go by without any action or text and that's where the exciting things are happening.
12, You're a 1940's war comic; all soft greens and browns and pinks, with lots of sky and strong-willed men in bomber jackets and determined women in uniform.
13. You're an old-fashioned teeny comic. Like Betty and Veronica, or maybe Josie and the Pussycats. You're light and easy-going; your art is reassuringly consistent, and events all lead a simple moral, but the somehow the characters never actually learn from them, which keeps things entertaining.
14. You're done in pencils. Or something. Lots of fuzzy grays under the color, anyway. You're a retelling of an old, old story, stuffed full of darkness, literary references, and existential doubt, but leavened with just enough self-aware cynicism to stay entertaining.
15. You're a horror comic, from the days back before the Comics Code banned them. Even when you overshoot "scary" you're compelling in a naively decadent sort of way, and the twitchy vagueness of the drawings just makes them more interesting.
Of course, I actually know very little about comic books. Just they're pretty and make me alternately think and laugh and want to go out and touch things and jump and look at the world again, and what more can anyone ask?
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And I refuse to consider the rather remote possibility that I might be one of the 15 journals here. Trying to figure out which one I'd be would drive me mad. ;)
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And you didn't get picked by the random number generator, so nope.