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4 thoughts on “537 – Kooky And Spooky

  1. Dr. Norman (not a real doctor)

    Obligatory William Gibson reference for the excellent novel “Spook Country”. I’ve read it fourteen times and still find something new each time – the man does not waste a word. No, not crazy at all.

  2. Hurray, people in the comments can have names again (if they choose to)!

  3. Yay for names! I love the pun as he takes the offered drink.

  4. Dr. Norman (not a real doctor)

    …Just for a moment, like a mirage … ” And when I turned the headlights on,
    Just for a minute I thought I saw the both of us
    On some kinda tropical island someplace
    Walkin’ down a white sandy beach eatin’ something…”

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537 – Kooky And Spooky

How 'bout them spook stories now, Chuck?   Comments update: We seem to have fixed the issue of being able to add your name when leaving a comment. So you should be able to be anonymous or just leave a name when you comment.

Fightin’ words…

DISCLAIMER: The following “script” image is satire. Thankfully. I believe I will keep this saved as a perfect case study in “how to get your artist to kill you in your sleep.” No, strike that. The artist will probably want you wide awake, able to feel every moment of suffering. Of course like all good satire, Walter Ostlie has presented something here that is uncomfortably close enough to truth to make one squirm. I’ve written before about the pitfalls of presuming too much where the graphical component of bringing your imaginings to life is concerned, but I love this for being oh, so wrong on so many levels — from the instructions to somehow fit three “splash pages” onto a single page, to the indication there is going to be a literal encyclopedia of text crammed in (which they didn’t even bother to make explicit), to insisting on seeing each individual scale of a dragon visibly sparking in the “moon and sun light”(?!). And of course the icing on the cake, the exhortation “really go for it here.” An audible *chef kiss* to this abomination, and my condolences to any artist that’s ever gotten anything close to it. I’d be fleeing the city, too.