The girl in black is trying to get the tiny flies off the zine she’s reading without injuring them. But they’re firmly attached. One of the zine-guys says she should flick it, anyone else would. They’re unfazed when she blows at them. Finally one of them flies away, the other lands on her hand. I get in close and try to coax the fly onto a chunk of gravel. It holds fast for a few more seconds and only flies away of its own volition.
I saw the Dahli Lama today, in a jam-packed Pioneer Square. He sounds like a very agreeable person.
Daniel Lee just cursed me to Hell again. He also spoke at the gathering, apparently… but the Dahli Lama was louder.
I still can’t find a copy of Shock Suspenstories #14. Or for that matter Jughead #34.
“‘There won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness.’ So I got that going for me, which is nice.”
I read through “A Haunt of Fears” today. It’s a book about the circumstances which lead to the British government banning horror comics- or “American-style comics” (EC). Quote of sorts: “The comics were apparently indefensible, because literally nobody was defending them.” Most interesting of all was why the Communist Party was against those EC comics.
Which leads me to the question: Why does everyone hate comics?