Tris Legomenon

For a while there I was writing blurbs about comics I was reading. I liked that. I don’t remember why I stopped. I’m going to start again, sooo:
I’m pretty excited about Hanna Is Not A Boy’s Name. You can like or not like the super exuberant narrative style and all the various creatures of the night, that’s up to you. You must, however, like the design sense. The pages are beautifully put together and use type in ways that I have never seen in a webcomic, or any comic maybe. Really awesome.

Look! An Adventures of Tintin pastiche! It’s so exciting. Villains in sweaters and sports coats. Aging heroes with massive chins and squinty eyes. Simplistic morality. Gunfights where no one gets hurt. I’m way too young and live on the wrong continent to be an official Tintin fan but I’m close enough to get a kick out of Jonny Crossbones. You don’t have to know the original, a love of the adventure genre will suffice. Definitely worth checking out.

Billy the Dunce is one of the comics that I’m most excited about right now. The premise is fairly basic: Billy is the only normal kid at a boarding school for child geniuses. He gets dragged, sometimes willingly and sometimes not, through the wacky adventures of his more gifted classmates. The art is polished in a kid’s cartoon style but what sells it to me is the characters. There are a lot of good dynamics. Budding magician vs. budding scientist. Billy’s alternating befuddlement and disdain over the trouble his friends get into. And, my favorite, the thickly accented eight year old succubus who is extravagantly gleeful over everything that irritates or disgusts the other children.

I’ve been drawing three or four pages a week but only posting two and I’m frustrated with how slow that feels. I think I can maintain the three a week pace so I’m going to move to Monday, Wednesday and Friday updates starting now. See how that feels. Hurray for things moving more quickly.

I just finished reading the (many hundreds of) pages of Ursula Vernon’s Digger. Not to make it sound like it’s finished, because it’s not. There’s a lot of really excellent stuff in there and some excitement on the horizon. It’s a fantasy epic about gods and wombats and a whole slew of other unusual things. A nice mixture of humor and seriousness. Hell, it’s worth it for the geological wombat curses alone.

“Dip me in chalk and call me a limestone conglomerate!”