I’ve been in the mood for shady/mystery/pyschological manga type things lately, and this picture totally fits with that. Done by some Thai chick who is basically amazing and is doing her own comic book (as far as I could tell), Inkblot by asuka111 exemplifies that mix of the morbidly beautiful.

I’ve been in the mood for shady/mystery/pyschological manga type things lately, and this picture totally fits with that. Done by some Thai chick who is basically amazing and is doing her own comic book (as far as I could tell), Inkblot by asuka111 exemplifies that mix of the morbidly beautiful.

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-sandwich-makes-you-its-bitch-in-11.html

Sometimes, life gets the better of you. And by “life,” I mean “sandwiches,” and by “gets the better of you,” I mean “makes you its bitch.”

This is worth reading twice, the second time around, with this added knowledge:

In recent years, the ethics and overall legality of the Professional Ghost Story (or Neverwas) has come into question. The sale of regrets, as we know, is a trade as old as history itself; the Babylonian King Nebuchadnezzar II financed the construction of the famous Hanging Gardens primarily with the sale of his wife’s regrets to the Assyrians. The most common igneous rock exported by the Mayans was not, in fact, obsidian, but regret. Namely, the regret of catching smallpox.
Few modern analysts dispute the historical and modern relevance of regret sales; rather, it is the lifestyle and practices of the actual regret salesman that raises issues. Regrets, naturally, come in various flavors and qualities, the best by far always coming from one with the highest concentration of despair: a Neverwas. On occasion a Neverwas will occur naturally in a hobo boxcar or trust fund, but more often than not it requires years of dedicated training to ensure that no meaningful life decisions are ever made (the advent of the internet has allowed for marvelous advancements in this field). A professional Neverwas, though rare, can generate a significant fortune and not spend it, making it a popular career among those who wish to not work and then not reap the benefits.
This is worth reading twice, the second time around, with this added knowledge:

In recent years, the ethics and overall legality of the Professional Ghost Story (or Neverwas) has come into question. The sale of regrets, as we know, is a trade as old as history itself; the Babylonian King Nebuchadnezzar II financed the construction of the famous Hanging Gardens primarily with the sale of his wife’s regrets to the Assyrians. The most common igneous rock exported by the Mayans was not, in fact, obsidian, but regret. Namely, the regret of catching smallpox.

Few modern analysts dispute the historical and modern relevance of regret sales; rather, it is the lifestyle and practices of the actual regret salesman that raises issues. Regrets, naturally, come in various flavors and qualities, the best by far always coming from one with the highest concentration of despair: a Neverwas. On occasion a Neverwas will occur naturally in a hobo boxcar or trust fund, but more often than not it requires years of dedicated training to ensure that no meaningful life decisions are ever made (the advent of the internet has allowed for marvelous advancements in this field). A professional Neverwas, though rare, can generate a significant fortune and not spend it, making it a popular career among those who wish to not work and then not reap the benefits.

In a leather-clad Outer Rim world, a young schlub with mild OCD stumbles across an otherworldly portal, which spurs him into conflict with his own insecurity vis-a-vis girls with the help of a shape-shifting female assassin and her condescending tone, culminating in a cliffhanger for the sake of prompting a series. Your title is: “The Revephages.”

In a leather-clad Outer Rim world, a young schlub with mild OCD stumbles across an otherworldly portal, which spurs him into conflict with his own insecurity vis-a-vis girls with the help of a shape-shifting female assassin and her condescending tone, culminating in a cliffhanger for the sake of prompting a series. Your title is: “The Revephages.”

I’ve dabbled in graphics for too long not to find this hysterically funny. The first time I went through the questions, I actually ended up on typographer—how did it KNOW?? I’m working on my Illustrator skillz though. One day! You’ll see!

I’ve dabbled in graphics for too long not to find this hysterically funny. The first time I went through the questions, I actually ended up on typographer—how did it KNOW?? I’m working on my Illustrator skillz though. One day! You’ll see!

In the same, wry fate vein of the last post, All Over Coffee is an ‘indie’ comic drawn by Paul Madonna for the SF Chronicle, and this is my favorite from that particular collection. (“What doesn’t go through you / defines you” is a close second.) I think all of us have a come across a moment in time when we think, But still.

In the same, wry fate vein of the last post, All Over Coffee is an ‘indie’ comic drawn by Paul Madonna for the SF Chronicle, and this is my favorite from that particular collection. (“What doesn’t go through you / defines you” is a close second.) I think all of us have a come across a moment in time when we think, But still.