Creepy use to run a series about how comic books were made. In #70 (1975), they tackled this topic:
And as part of lettering...
Well, that was interesting. I hope we all learned...
Wait. What was that last one?!?
Oh, the nostalgia.
It's like sighting a dodo, or finding Amelia Earhart!!
Somehow, someway, thought balloons are now verbotten across the entire industry. Nope, you have to have dramatic self-narration captions, as characters no longer think. They narrate their lives, as if they were dictating their memoirs, even during moments of crisis. They are graphic novels after all--and novels don't have thought balloons!
I'm not saying it's a terrible stylistic choice. But every single time, in every single book? Seriously, who thought that this group-think would somehow take over the entire industry? Is it a delayed Watchmen effect? Are there writers and artists trying to turn in work using thought balloons, but editors are beating them back?
I think the over/under for the disappearance for the speech balloons is 5 years. Soon comics will be nothing but hundreds of captions--dozens of multi-colored, multi-fonted captions filling every page.
Yeah, I'm certainly wrong. But 15 years ago, you would have said the same thing to someone predicting the demise of thought balloons, wouldn't you?
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Sunday, October 11, 2015
Food For Thought (Balloons)
Monday, September 12, 2011
Manic Monday--Undereeewwwssss
Sometimes words just fail me. An ad from Creepy #100 (1978):
O...M...G.
In greater detail, please:
Nylon. Bikini. Briefs. With covers from Creepy and Eerie and Famous Monsters (what, no Vampirella?) reproduced on the front.
Because, really, there's nothing at all odd or off-putting about this:
Hmmm, given the type of person likely to be reading/buying this, they might not have wanted to stop at size L (I include myself, so that's a fair comment).
Just to get your week off to a pretty terrifying start, just picture a guy, who has these on, starting to unbutton his pants and saying to his date, "Do you want to see my Famous Monster?"
I've gone too far, haven't I?
In greater detail, please:
Because, really, there's nothing at all odd or off-putting about this:
Just to get your week off to a pretty terrifying start, just picture a guy, who has these on, starting to unbutton his pants and saying to his date, "Do you want to see my Famous Monster?"
I've gone too far, haven't I?
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