New Library Comics: Week of September 8, 2008

Here's a list of the comics we added to our library collection last week:


Abel, Jessica. Life sucks / New York : First Second, 2008.

The best of the golden age Sheena / Chicago, Ill. : Devil's Due, 2008-

Castellanos Jiménez, Israel. La marcha invasora de Camilo y Che / La Habana : Pablo de la Torriente Editorial, 2007.

Comic arf / Seattle, Wash. : Fantagraphics, 2008.

Cotter, Joshua W. Skyscrapers of the midwest / Richmond, VA : Adhouse Books, c2008.

Dahl, Ken. Welcome to the Dahl house, or, Alienation, incarceration & inebriation in the new American Rome : a jolly rumpustime diversion for every ailing tot and mentally deficient adult / Bloomington, Ind. : Microcosm Publishing, 2008.

Dawson, Mike, 1975- Freddie & me : a coming-of-age (Bohemian) rhapsody / New York : Bloomsbury, c2008.

Follet, René. The fascinating Madame Tussaud / Canterbury : Cinebook, 2007.

Foo, Swee Chin. MuZz vol. 1 / San Jose, Calif. : SLG, 2008-

Gaiman, Neil. The facts in the case of the departure of Miss Finch / Milwaukie, Or. : Dark Horse, 2008.

Georges, Nicole J. Invincible summer : an anthology vol. 2 / Bloomington, Indiana : Microcosm Publishing, 2007-

Hernandez, Gilbert. Amor y Cohetes : a love and rockets book / Los Bros Hernandex [i.e., Jamie Hernandez, Gilbert Hernandez, and Mario Hernandez]. Seattle, Wash. : Fantagraphics Books, c2008.

Kochalka, James. Johnny Boo : the best little ghost in the world / Marietta, Ga. : Top Shelf, 2008.

Lia, Simone. Fluffy / Milwaukie, OR : Dark Horse Books, 2008.

Mckelvie, Jamie. Suburban glamour / Berkeley, Calif. : Image, c2008.

Mome. Summer 2008 / Seattle, Wash. : Fantagraphics, 2005-

Niles, Steve. The lost ones / [Seattle Wash.] : Zune Arts, c2008.

Nolan, Michelle, 1948- Love on the racks : a history of American romance comics / Jefferson, N.C. : McFarland, c2008.

Nolen-Weathington, Eric. Mike Allred / Raleigh, N.C. : TwoMorrows Pub., c2008.

Ott, Thomas, 1966 June 10- 73304-23-4153-6-96-8 / Seattle : Fantagraphics, 2008.

Porcellino, John. Thoreau at Walden / New York : Hyperion, c2008.

Prince, Liz. Delayed replays / Marietta, Ga. : Top Shelf, 2008.

Rhoades, Shirrel. A complete history of American comic books / New York : Peter Lang, c2008.

Robot : super color comic vol. 5 / Carson, CA : Digital Manga Pub., 2005-

Rosenkranz, Patrick. Rebel visions : the underground comix revolution, 1963-1975 / Seattle, Wash. : Fantagraphics, c2008.

Rosenkranz, Patrick. You call this art? : a bigtime retrospective of years of hard work by G. Irons / Seattle, Wash. : Fantagraphics, 2006.

Sex, drugs, and violence in the comics. / New York : Pure Imagination Publishing, c2008.

Sfar, Joann. Little Vampire vol. 1 / New York : First Second, 2008.

Shaw, Dash. The bottomless belly button / Seattle, Wash. : Fantagraphics, 2008.

Sim, Dave, 1956- Judenhass / Kitchner, Ont. : Aardvark Vanaheim, c2008.

Skinn, Dez. Comic art now : the very best in contemporary comic art and illustration / New York, NY : Collins Design : Distributed throughout North America by HarperCollins, 2008.

Takahashi, Rumiko, 1957- InuYasha vol. 33 / San Francisco, CA : Viz, LLC, c2003-

Tamaki, Mariko. Skim / Toronto : Groundwood Books, c2008.

Tanaka, Masashi, 1962- Gon vol. 4 / La Jolla, CA : WildStorm Productions, c2007-

Tanaka, Véronique. Metronome / New York : Comics Lit, 2008.

Trondheim, Lewis. Kaput & Zösky / New York : First Second, 2008.

Usui, Yoshito, 1958- Crayon Shinchan vol. 2 / La Jolla, CA : CMX, c2008

Weiner, Stephen, 1955- Hellboy : the companion / Milwaukie, OR : Dark Horse Comics, 2008.

Žeželj, Danijel. Rex / [Vancouver, B.C.] : Optimum Wound, 2008.


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Missing Cartoonist

If you're a regular reader of this blog, you may have noticed I have not been posting in the past few days. There is a reason for that and it does not involve imprisonment or abduction.

I'm in Californy for some comedy shows and staying at a place with no Internet.

"No Internet?" you say incredulousy. "What the hell, Dan?"

I know. It's like living in the time of Lincoln. But we'll get through this together somehow, and before you know it I'll be back to posting daily.

Hope you're having a week of rainbows and unicorns. Or storm clouds and rabid rottweilers if you're goth.

Wiki Wiki

Bizarro is brought to you today Americans for the Right to Call Your Band Ska When it is Actually Polka.

In the mid-to-late 1900s, when I was a kid, encyclopedia, dictionary, and bible salesmen used to go door-to-door carrying heavy sample cases full of their wares. It would be hard to believe if I couldn't remember it from my own childhood. My parents actually bought a set of World Book Encyclopedias from a guy who came to the door. I think my mother worried he may drop dead if she sent him away with a full case.

Back then, before scientists had discovered the wonders of the Internets, an encyclopedia was the only way to research something in a shallow, half-assed way without going to the library. So that made it perfect for school projects. From such cursory forays into its pages, I learned that Idaho's main crop was cotton, that rock and roll music was a passing teenage phase, and that the Romans did not kill Jesus, the Jews did. I also learned how airplanes fly (pilots make them), what atom bombs are good for (keeping us safe from Soviets), and that the capital of China is Peking (until they changed it to Beijing, because it is harder to remember how to spell.)

My own Wikipedia page is rife with errors. I was not born on the 10th of anything (nor on any other day in July), I did not "drop out" of college (I was asked to leave at gunpoint), and in the picture of me it looks as though I am holding up two fingers when I was actually holding up one. Other than that, the site is a gold mine of information and I use it regularly. Even though my days of shallow, half-assed paper writing are long gone.

Sonseed

Found this amazing video from a Christian ska band called, "Sonseed," here.

My favorite lyrics are, "He taught me how to praise my god and still play rock and roll," and "He is like a mounty, he always gets his man and he'll zap you anyway he can. Zap!"

Enjoy.

WWJD?

I like clever rebuttals and wanted to share this one with you.

Fan Hitting

Today's Bizarro cartoon is brought to you by Bears Who Sh*t In The Woods In Comfort.

This idea came from my crazy friend, Derek, a regular contributor to the comments section of this blog. Many other blog commentators have commented on Derek's comments, in fact. They are unique, to say the least.

His original idea (as I recall with my notoriously Alzheimer's-quality memory) was a guy feeding toilet paper into an office printer. I figured given the robust economy that the Neo-Cons have blessed us with, it would make a good cartoon about cutbacks.

But back to toilet humor. Have you or anyone you know ever been this happy about toilet paper? I think if I saw a crowd of ecstatic people dancing through the streets with a gigantic roll of toilet paper, I would brace for some major sh*t to hit the fan. And I would be afraid of the size of the fan it might be hitting, given the size of that roll in the picture. If that's a grizzly in the pic, the roll is bigger than his head, which would make it roughly the size of a truck tire. Who needs a roll this big? And where is this much doody coming from? Perhaps we should attack the source rather than the symptom.



(NOTE: I'm not squeamish about so-called "profanity," but since some readers might be, I replace certain letters in potentially "offensive" words with asterisks, to keep the blog "safe" for the entire family.
NOTE 2: I recently got a "complimentary" box of "quotation marks" and am trying to "use" them up.)

Tragedy/Comedy

(Click this image to enlarge it and see the details the government doesn't want you to see.)

Bizarro is brought to you today by Citizens For a More Nefarious Explanation.

Because those of you who read this blog are my closest friends in the world, I'll be honest with you: I didn't draw this cartoon. It was given to me in its present form.

A few weeks back, I had been working all day and most of the evening, my limbs were getting stiff and my eyes bleary. I decided to take a walk around the block for some exercise and a little fresh air. If one can call the air in Brooklyn fresh. Especially while you're smoking a cigar.

As I circled the block and turned back onto my street I saw a flickering light ahead of me. I thought that someone was driving toward me in a jalopy with a loose headlight, but as it approached, I noticed it rising off the ground in a way that cars have a habit of NOT doing. I stopped for a moment, knitted my brow, took a long drag on my cigar, and waited.

One gets used to the unexpected in Brooklyn, so I kept my cool. But when the light raced to within a few feet of me I became alarmed and froze in my tracks. I admit I was quite suddenly gripped with fear, but was just as suddenly calmed by a warmth that started in my mid-section and magically flowed to my extremities. Well, not all my extremities, just my feet. Apparently I had peed myself.

I glanced down at the growing puddle beneath my feet, then looked up again to find the light had darted back down the street to my own building. It danced momentarily in front of the windows of my second-story studio, then shot off into the sky. This was no ordinary Brooklyn jalopy, to be sure.

I hurried back home and up to my studio, where my computer screen still glowed. Upon my desk, in place of the stupid cartoon I had been working on about a chicken crossing the road, was this cartoon entitled, "Aria 51." It was love at first sight – so I dated it, mounted it, and wrapped it up for submission. (I never realized how similar cartooning and romance terms are.)

I still have no logical explanation for where this cartoon came from. I suppose it could have been anything from extraterrestrials to elves & fairies to the Virgin Mary to local crack-heads with a damned-refined sense of mischief to a cigar-induced hallucination.

I prefer to believe, however, that it was an experimental government vehicle designed based on technology found at an actual alien spacecraft crash site, and which will later be used to dupe Americans into believing another terrorist attack has occurred and thereby justify compromising the constitution even more and handing more money and power over to the government and its corporate cronies. The cartoon was left to make the whole idea seem too silly to be believed.

But I'm not falling for it.