Author: ComicBookHarriet

Stack Overflow

You guys have been KILLING it in the comments this week. I haven’t seen such creative and joyful art spun from such tone deaf dross since Stephen Colbert covered Rebecca Black’s ‘Friday’ on The Late Show with Jimmy Fallon. And this time I didn’t even have to put up with Jimmy Fallon to enjoy it.

I just had to put up with Les Moore.

It’s a SMUG-OFF!

I’m not here to put a damper on this at all. By all means! Keep the crazy theories coming. I know BJ6K has been collecting all the suspects and collating them into some truly epic posts. But how about a little history lesson palate cleanser, in the meantime?

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The ▇▇▇▇.

CBH here!

Our dearly returned Anseriform of Ephemerality went on a epic rant in the comments of the last post,

“Okay, then: Since all these right-thinking people are such fierce supporters of free speech and book-unbanning, how about promoting some of the most prominent banned books?” — Drake of Life

These passionate words inspired me go all Davis on some clip-art.

“When you look at books that have been banned throughout history going back to Copernicus’s ‘Revolutions’ or Art Spiegelman’s ‘Maus,’ which is an allegory of the Holocaust, book banners are invariably on the wrong side of history.” –Tom Batiuk.
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Wake Me Up When September Ends

Comic Book Harriet here!

First, an apology. I know I’ve been scarce in the comments section lately. To the point of being lax in moderating duties. August was a busy month for me. My parents ran away to the blazing hot south to dunk their latest grandchild in devil-repellent. I had a friend from out of state stay for several days and we swam our way through the swarming crowds at the State Fair to heckle obese livestock. There was the usual moo-based shenanigans.

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An Itchy Burning Sensation

I had just gotten in from checking the fall calving cows on Tuesday night (two widdle mini-moos so far!). I was squeaky clean from a shower, in my most hideous comfy clothes, sitting with my laptop, and all ready to pull out one of my stored up Classic Funky Winkerbean topics and snark together a little snack sized post. A bit of vintage sunshine to give us a reprieve from the endless ouroboros author avatar tumblebutt of Batton then Jeff then Batton we’ve been subjected to lately.

Turns out, a little of Panel A, a lot of Panel B (minus girls of course.)

I checked the comments first…

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