kung fu grippe


  1. 5by5 | The Incomparable #157: “Bros and Arrows”

    An entire comic book about Hawkeye, the lesser Marvel superhero with a bow and arrow? Okay… this looks bad. But seriously, bro, this is one of the very best comics being published today. We cover the first two trade-paperback editions of Fraction and Aja’s series, including Lucky the Pizza Dog, 50 Shades of Purple, and how hooking up a laserdisc player is similar to defusing a bomb. Hop on board and join us—we’re great at boats.
    Special guests Dan Moren, Lisa Schmeiser, Merlin Mann, and Tony Sindelar.

    I love how this turned out.

  2. Hrm.

Must investigate further.

    Hrm.

    Must investigate further.

  3. "Six Nights in the Life of…"

Analyzing a modern classic.

For ““My Work””

    "Six Nights in the Life of…"

    Analyzing a modern classic.

    For ““My Work””

  4. “This looks bad.”

    (No, you had half an hour to kill on a plane)

  5. Vigilance

  6. Cap and I made Avengers ID cards.

Because, I am, as you know, Tony.

    Cap and I made Avengers ID cards.

    Because, I am, as you know, Tony.

  7. A-Babies vs. X-Babies (2012)

This double page spread from AvX Babies takes Ellie and me about 5 minutes to get through each reading.

It’s like a glorious Marvel 616 version of “Where’s Waldo.”

So much joy.

    A-Babies vs. X-Babies (2012)

    This double page spread from AvX Babies takes Ellie and me about 5 minutes to get through each reading.

    It’s like a glorious Marvel 616 version of “Where’s Waldo.”

    So much joy.

  8. A Minor Origin Story

    On September 21, 2012, Rob Corddry and I had one of our periodic ManCalls™, and the topic du jour was my newfound obsession with comics.

    Reading back, I kinda can’t believe the crazy impact Rob’s writer and series recommendations had on what I’m totally obsessed with now.

    God bless him. God bless him hard.

    Below are very important (and really hastily typed) Markdown notes from a year-old phone call.

    Snikt:

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  9. My daughter quotes these panels verbatim (with hand gesture) several times a day, and I am so okay with that.

    My daughter quotes these panels verbatim (with hand gesture) several times a day, and I am so okay with that.

  10. Second printing! Purple!!!

(Shut up. I am awesome.)

    Second printing! Purple!!!

    (Shut up. I am awesome.)

  11. I don’t wanna make it creepy, but Katie-Kate so could have been that one girl in college who I pointlessly followed around like a puppy dog for three semesters.

Also: yeah, I like pizza.

Fucking comics. Ugh.

    I don’t wanna make it creepy, but Katie-Kate so could have been that one girl in college who I pointlessly followed around like a puppy dog for three semesters.

    Also: yeah, I like pizza.

    Fucking comics. Ugh.

  12. Wolverine #1 (1982)

Listen: if you can find a more iconic opening panel? Marry it.

Fucking Frank Miller.

    Wolverine #1 (1982)

    Listen: if you can find a more iconic opening panel? Marry it.

    Fucking Frank Miller.

  13. Oh man, who sold you the Brooklyn Bridge with those boards? The signed ones I get, but it’s not like Nick Cage is hunting for the rest.

    executivecontour

    Regarding my comics pr0n.

    It’s a completely understandable note, and I take it with all humility. Still, here’s the thing:

    I’ve never paid for sex, I’ve never done needle drugs, and I’ve never lost more than a hundred bucks or so on Blackjack.

    But, each one of these dumb comic books bring me real joy.

    Researching them, buying them, reading them, ““collecting”” them. Knowing that each mindful Wednesday afternoon purchase—in-person at an actual brick-and-mortal store—supports a bunch of really good people (excluding Diamond Distributors)? The whole ongoing transaction makes me feel very happy.

    And, yeah, putting each one of the little funnybooks into its own unnecessary bag with its own unnecessary board—and, then deliberately fitting each one into exactly the right place inside exactly the right unnecessary white cardboard box? It all brings me joy.

    As with the notional new car, I know and accept that every one of these asinine 3 to 4 dollar purchases loses nearly all of its theoretical value the second I drive it off the lot. But, that’s not why I do it.

    Truthfully, the bags and the boards and the boxes and the everything are not really about their potential value to others. It’s about their actual value to me.

    That joy.

    So, until, I reach the point where I see more value from hitting twenty-one, chasing the dragon, or compensating some anonymous lady-person to perfunctorily jack my mean bone, I’m more than happy to lavish unnecessary love on these financially-useless paper bagatelles.

    Like toothpaste, toilet paper, and soap, I don’t buy comic stuff because it’s valuable to others; I buy it because it’s valuable to me.

  14. Big week.

    Big week.