A skillful comedian could coax a laugh with tiny indicators such as a vocal tic (Bob Hope’s “But I wanna tell ya”) or even a slight body shift. Jack E. Leonard used to punctuate jokes by slapping his stomach with his hand. One night, watching him on “The Tonight Show,” I noticed that several of his punch lines had been unintelligible, and the audience had actually laughed at nothing but the cue of his hand slap.
These notions stayed with me until they formed an idea that revolutionized my comic direction: What if there were no punch lines? What if there were no indicators? What if I created tension and never released it? What if I headed for a climax, but all I delivered was an anticlimax? What would the audience do with all that tension? Theoretically, it would have to come out sometime. But if I kept denying them the formality of a punch line, the audience would eventually pick their own place to laugh, essentially out of desperation. This type of laugh seemed stronger to me, as they would be laughing at something they chose, rather than being told exactly when to laugh.
I’ve been informed (by more than one person) that sales of Jason’s books aren’t what they should be. As much as guys like me pimp his work, he’s just not gaining any real traction in the direct market or the bookstores. That’s why I’ve decided to help him out with slight modifications that should, at the very least, double his sales.
And while we’re here, I’m going to remind you all that you can read additional material by me when you pick up What Where They Thinking?!? Volume 1, where I get to join people like Keith Giffen, John Rogers, Michael Alan Nelson, and Johanna Stokes in the fine art of completely ruining old comic books with all-new dialogue. It’s goofy, trashy fun that has no redeeming qualities. So, you know, it’s perfect for you guys. Here’s what the cover looks like:
If you’re wondering what to get at your comics shop this week, the staff at Yavin IV have some sweet choices for you. There’s also a special message to you, the loyal reader of The Rack from me!
Ok, seriously, if anyone has a new iMac laying around they’ll just hand to Birdie, that’d be great. Until then, strips like this are going to be late. Sorry!
So fucking tired, so don’t expect much more from me today. My flight got in at 2:30 AM. This is what happens when you make fun of the people with a busted door, isn’t it?
Curbside Check-in is worth the $2 per bag charge on a Sunday. Especially if you only have one bag.
The security lines at McCarran International Airport move very quickly, so don’t flip out like ten ninjas when you see a long queue. I’ve finally learned that it’s ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops for them to move you through the line and ensure that you’re not carrying a bayonet or more than 4oz of any hair care product.
The slot machines are tempting, but don’t fuckin’ do it.
The same goes for buying a 42″ flat screen television or iPod just because maybe you got some roulette love after ignoring my earlier advice.
If you’re taking US Airways, make sure they attach the door to your plane properly prior to departure because that shit will seriously delay your efforts to return home. No, I am not making that up. (No, that’s not my flight. Ha.)
If you like loud sounds beginning promptly at 6:00 in the morning, any of the hotels near the Project CityCenter construction are right up your alley! You’ll get to hear trucks backing up, industrial hammering out of a Throbbing Gristle track, and occasionally someone shouting a very bad word!
Blackjack is not your friend. You may think it is, but it’s not. Trust me. There’s a reason that casinos are very large and very opulent while you live in a tiny 1-bedroom apartment.
Roulette was once your friend, but has since decided to become a dark succubus that leeches your free will until you lose a sufficient amount of money. Once you have paid the beast its due, you will snap out of your reverie and find yourself wondering why, oh why, you once enjoyed its grasp.
Even if you don’t notice it while you’re on the casino floor, you do, in fact, smell like a human ashtray after any time spent gambling. Bring a separate (plastic) bag for your dirty laundry – you’ll thank me when the waiters at the good restaurants aren’t turning their noses up at you.
That other casino is further away than you think. The sense of scale in Las Vegas is completely upended due to monster hotels and blocks that are, at a minimum, a quarter-mile long. If you can, use the overpriced-but-still-less-than-a-cab monorail. If you do use a cab, hit the ATM first, as the rate is approximately $37 for every ¼ mile.
Seriously, roulette, like cocaine, is a hell of a drug.
This will have to tide you over – I had two other posts that I was working on for today that got lost when I didn’t follow my own “Save Early, Save Often” advice. That’s what I get for being a big ol’ hypocrite, huh? Anyway, I’m going out of town for a couple of days, so any posts from now until Monday will most likely just be pointing you to The Rack.
(Yes, I heard you, in the back, saying “How’s that any different than the norm?” Fuck you.)
Go back through your script. I bet you could lose two pages. (Probably page 8 and one other.)
I swear, just picking a panel in a page or strip to axe sometimes crystallizes things so damn well.
OK, if this is the result of the free-rein capitalism that so many conservatives and libertarians love, then call me Mao Tse Church. $4,000,000,000 a month for an unpopular war, and this is happening on the home front?
(For the record, I live in the only state that requires its citizens to have insurance, something that comes out of my own damn pocket since I’m a freelancer. Yes, I sort of hate that I am spending a huge chunk of my own money, but I can afford to, unlike many, many citizens.)
If you like hip-hop bookmark this search and check with it every so often. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the last few weeks’ worth of Solid Steel – they’ve been really embracing the experimental end of things lately, with the year-end episode being an especially good example. How can I resist any mix that goes from Venetian Snares through New Order and ending at Donovan in the span of ten minutes?
I’ve been reading Tekkon Kinkreet: Black and White and was trying to find a link to a review to show it to a friend and came across the About.com profile of the book, in which the following items were listed as cons:
Numerous violent and bloody fight scenes make this a title strictly for mature readers
Surreal story sequences can make it difficult to follow what’s real and what’s not.
Unconventional story and art may perplex readers expecting ‘normal’ manga
I fail to see any of these as a con, particularly, but then I am a bloodthirsty sort who likes to read books for grownups sometimes. I’d think the “Parental Advisory: Explicit Content” label on the front, when combined with the “RATED M FOR MATURE” icon on the back would sort of inform just about everyone that it’s not for kids, but just when you think there’s some headway in the war against the public’s perceptions blah blah blah you’ve read this part before.
(Yes, I’m very impressed with the book so far.)
Speaking of manga, I just finished Yuichi Yokoyama’s New Engineering, which left me cold. I understand why it’s popular with the arched-eyebrow crowd, but I need more than the repetitive, explicit presentation of the book’s theme to engage me is a reader. Points for the eye-catching design, though, and the (unintentional?) hilarity of subtitles that say things like “The sound of Astroturf unrolling” has some value.