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Prismatic Vodka #88 Monday July 17th 2006
"Okay, that was stupid" copyright 2005 Rik Davnall, all rights reserved
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Should I get a forum
For those of you who've already answered me about this, I apologise; this is the last day I'llask. What I want to know is, if I did get a forum somewhere, would you guys actually use it?
Too many webcomics have dead forums and I don't want to be one of them. So, let me know. I
have three 'yes' votes so far; if I get ten total, I'll get a forum.
| Days until Rik returns to Liverpool | 57 |
| Comics in the PV buffer | 10 |
| Pages remaining until start of secret project | 32 |
Okay, I didn't get nearly as much drawing done this weekend as I wanted to. I just felt really
miserable most of Sunday. This is a combination of two things; the first is the Boogiepop
novels (after writing yesterday's rant, I read the second book - in an hour flat - and if
anything it's better than the first, except for only being the first half of its story >_<).
They are wonderful pieces of writing, excellent in every respect, but they're just so damn
*melancholy*. Particularly VS Imaginator. Spooky E must DIE!
The other part is reading Chris Crosby's webcomic, Superosity. Some time ago, I dipped into
this one and was put off after less than twenty strips by the annoying inanity of its protagonist.
Since then, I've only referred to it to badmouth it, and I realised I might not be being fair;
judging a many-year-old webcomic on its first 20 strips has to be unfair, right? I mean, if
you judge the Drunken Scribblings on the first 20 strips it's worthless. So, I said, I'd give
it a serious chance. I planned to read the complete archives (since early 1999).
It doesn't get any better. There was one funny page early on, but apart from that I can in no
way even begin to understand how any of it could possibly be construed as entertaining. There
are three kinds of characters present; the annoyingly stupid (who apparently we're supposed to
laugh at despite the fact this resembles laughing at babies being kicked in the face), the
annoyingly rude or evil (who apparently we're supposed to laugh with, though this resembles
cheering on a bunch of junior Hitlers and Hunter S. Thompsons) and the others, who are generally
there as depthless foils designed to play out 'hilarious' stereotypes so poorly executed that
I get the distinct feeling I could do better (and I suck at satire). The only appealing
character, Boardy, is so poorly used it's criminal.
In all, the comic's view of humanity is so unrelentingly depressing as to seriously affect my
mood. I was forced to give up after reading through to the end of the first year. The Thanksgiving
and Christmas jokes were particularly painful. It's not even like it can claim to have been
original, given that Sluggy Freelance and Newshounds had done much better versions of similar
shtick already. A complete waste of bandwidth. I know this is going to hurt my attempts to
get on Keenspot, since Crosby pretty much runs it, but I feel morally obliged to warn you all
away from this decrepit, ugly piece of net-wastage.
On a slightly more positive note, I watched .Hack//Roots 14 and Higurashi 14 today. .Hack//Roots
is reaching that 'what the hell' stage that //Sign did so very well; I have very little idea
what's actually happening at the moment. I do, however, know that Haseo needs one hell of a
hug. The bad dude (whose name I can never remember) kicks ass, though.
Higurashi 14 is strange. But it's strange for Higurashi as well as being as strange as Higurashi
normally is. It seems designed to completely throw watchers who are used to the usual 'here's
Keichi' shtick that first-of-chapter episodes have done to this point
Wub, Rik
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