I just finished the 13th Trade Paperback volume of Fables. Great, great comic – at least until this little crossover. My god, what an inane piece of shit.
It might be due to my insane dislike of general crossovers. I feel that Peter David is constantly victimized by other jackass morons who feel the need to put a bunch of characters on the page at the same time. I'm well aware that Fables is written by Bill Willingham – just wanted to give a Peter David shoutout! Maybe he's used to it – I love anyone who describes themselves as “a guy who writes stuff.” He reminds me of PIB, weirdly.
But maybe I take myself too seriously.
I've been thinking about it recently. It's hard not to take yourself seriously at an entirely basic level – to do otherwise is not only to invite an extreme dose of absurdism into your life, it's downright nihilistic.
That last sentence was too thinky, I thinky. General idea, capital point – where did this need to be taken seriously come from? It's like all of a sudden we can't laugh at the ludicrous ties that bind us, the rules that are somehow forced upon us.
I work for a company that works for a company – this company (the latter) takes twelve to fourteen business days to reconnect a customer. That's in 2010. Let me tell you, they're a hell of a lot quicker to disconnect. Now, this wouldn't be so downright weird if they weren't simultaneously hell-bent on getting every fuck dumb enough to sign up for the service stuck between four walls and a dead phone line within the week. It's like Saw, but without the saw and there are a million more sequels.
Nor do I mean that we shouldn't laugh at ourselves – there's an entirely different set of assumptions that comes into play when we're the ones laughing at something we have noticed, and realizing that some weirdo jackass just over the horizon just came in his pants over it.
Does anyone read these? I really thought Drunken Zuihitsu IV was fun.
Anyway, back on point. At some point, you're bound to get tired of asking that most sophomoric of questions: “What is the meaning of life?” and you're going to laugh at it. Unless you are the most uptight, homo erectus fucker that ever walked the earth and think you know already, of course. In which case you fall above the thread heading. If you ask that question early, you might be too young to deal with “we don't know.”
I sometimes feel that anyone over fifty must hate the everloving shit out of that question.
Mmmm, so I was just rereading the beginning of this thread for the first time and I decided to start the “Who does someone famous/well-known/more-well-known-than-me remind me of?” Fun game!
So, I think we covered that Richard reminds me of Peter David. Don't be fooled – that'll easily be the best one.
No, wait, this one is super weird – jackknife makes me think of David Cross meets Bill Hicks who then abandons standup in favor of hanging out on the internet.
I think that's about it. Maybe I should take requests? For the most part, I just can't remember who hangs out on the forest anymore. That's probably a sad statement, somehow.
PS - Richard, I know you asked for more threads. So until I come up with something better, this is for you: .