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I maintain that writing and drawing comics is a control freak's dream -- you are the writer, director, casting agent, wardrobe, set designer, everything. You never have to worry about actors not getting the inflection right. You never have to write out a character because a contract ends. While you can take suggestions from readers, you don't have to if you don't like what they have to say. It's a terrible shame that many people still consider comics 'silly' or just for kids. I think that perception is slowly shifting, particularly with the popularity of comic-based movie franchises these days (in addition to non-superhero comics becoming films, like Persepolis), but it's an awkward thing to defend. No, the comics are for grown-ups, too. No, that doesn't mean they're all porn. Yes, there is some silly stuff, or maybe some x-rated humor. No, that doesn't automatically make them children's fare or fap material, respectively. No, there aren't always people in vacuum-sealed spandex fighting crime.
Webcomics, in particular, fascinate me because they combine so many elements of the 'real' comic industry with the wild new frontier that is the Interwebs*. Artists and writers are no longer limited by the size of a page or the number of colors they can afford to print in, only by their imaginations, their computer's capabilities, and their audience's willingness to scroll and/or click as necessary. It's curious how little this is actually toyed with, though. Most artists and writers seem content to remain firmly in the realm of print restrictions, perhaps hoping to one day publish on dead trees as well as online.
Wait, what was I talking about? Comics? Right. I enjoy them.
Also, I now have a reason to post this image again. Every time Bunchies scares someone, an angel gets its wings. And by 'wings', I mean 'Bunchies:
Readers of Calvin and Hobbes can probably recall the strip where Calvin answers the phone by ordering a pizza. After hanging up on a confused caller, he grins at the reader and announces that he likes to make everyone's day a little more surreal. That has been my mantra for years. Harmless acts of absurdity have a certain beauty to them, and knowing you've made someone's day more interesting, or given them a story to tell next time they sit down to a meal or go to a bar with friends can make your day a little better, too. Organizations like Improv Everywhere appeal to me very strongly for this reason. The idea of committing Random Acts of Art around town (not graffiti -- leaving poems taped to bus stop poles, or small sculptures on park benches, that sort of thing) is also something I want very badly to do but lack the creative oomph and confidence to pull off.
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... Dear lord, even in my mind I read that last paragraph with a drawl. Damn, y'all.
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*There is a lot of talk recently about how mainstream/newspaper comic artists are in a huff because they aren't making money anymore and they want to try this internets thing they've heard so much about. But they don't want to sell out and have to make cash from merchandise and stuff, because that's so low-brow and cheap. They're artists, man. They're above that. Which is, of course, the biggest load of cowshit since Paul Bunyan's ox got diarrhea. ANYONE looking to make cash from their work is either going to sell out to some degree, especially if 'selling out' constitutes merchandising. We can't all be Questionable "T-shirt Factory" Content**, but it's rare you'll find someone who puts hours of work into creating a comic (and if it's done well, it can take hours upon hours for a single panel, much less a cohesive story that spans pages) who wouldn't mind a little return on their mental, physical, and emotional investment.
**I believe this particular title was stolen from Your Webcomic Is Bad and You Should Feel Bad. While I disagree with that particular blog on many fronts, I will admit that yes, sometimes it seems like QC is just an elaborate ad for t-shirts disguised as dramatic comedy.