Here. We. Go. This past week Colin Kaepernick of all
people came out and announced that he’s launching an AI Start-Up called ‘Lumi’ that
will create AI Generated Fucking Comic Books.
Now you don’t have to sit down to draw or write a comic book you can take a
knee like Colin and suck on AI’s Shlong while it makes you into a regular Jack
Kirbynick. I don’t know how we got from ‘You’re not good enough to even get a
roster spot on the piss poor quarterback starved Las Vegas Raiders’ to ‘Hey,
has AI ruined comic books yet? Get Colin in here!’
Of course there’s all the standard jargon mumbo jumbo
bullshit that makes you think that it’s going to give some disadvantaged kid
with a dream who scribble his comic book ideas down with crack pipes dipped in
ink: “Lumi’s
mission is to democratize storytelling by providing tools for creators”, yeah
yeah blah blah. Just be honest and say, "Are you a fat talentless shlub who is finding new
ways to be lazy? Wanna tell the AI followers of yours that you’re creating an
AI comic book for them? Well here’s Lumi".
Lumi?
Seriously? Sounds like a cheap as fuck lamp company. Like I just bought some
crappy $10 book light from Amazon that doesn’t work, I bet it’s a subsidiary of
Lumi. Lumi is the name of some Vegan Café that opens in Silverlake and closes
in 3 months due to shitty Yelp reviews. Lumi is the name of that Goth chick you matched with who has way too many tats but a super cute face that ropes you in until she literally ties you up with ropes in her Subaru and puts a ballgag in your mouth. Look, there’s nothing to be done about
this app, it was an inevitability. If it wasn’t Colin Kaepernick it would’ve been
Ryan Fitzpatrick or Andrew Luck or some other former retired QB. We’re already seeing
AI Covers being unknowingly plastered on books by ignorant publishers. I’m sure
the Big Poo are looking into how they can leverage AI comics and replace their
entire creative team. At this point it would probably be an improvement.
Yes, I know, the distance between AI generated Caca and organically produced Human art
is an enormous chasm right now. But every day they inch closer and closer
together. There’s this notion that ‘Democratizing’ anything will make it
better. We’ve done that to music, video content and films. I’m quite sure it
hasn’t made anything better. It’s made it so you really have to wade through a
swamp of poop to find the diamonds. I’m all for getting rid of the gatekeepers in
Entertainment who climb out of Satan’s Bunghole every morning to say no to good
people with good ideas. But somebody’s gotta stand on that wall and say ‘Yeah,
this sucks, people shouldn’t be exposed to this junk’. Lumi: The Comic Book
Version of Unsolicited Dick Pix.
Here's what I got into recently:
I’m trying to figure out why this book ended up on a down
note for me. It’s everything I was looking for. An old school/first days of the
Bat set in the 30s; a dark gritty backdrop of a book in prestige format. And yo,
don’t get me wrong, the first two drops were great, well, maybe not
unbelievably great. Like, the end of the first issue was a red flag; the
cliffhanger was way over the top. The cliffhanger of the second was also a bit, hmmm,
out of character (Bats holding a gun in his hand), although I can let that
slide due to it being set in his origin story. If I had to guess, I think the
vernacular just got too outta hand for me. I mentioned this before, but every
line of dialogue seemed to have some sort of old timey word pulled from a 1930s
lexicon of slang and phrases of the day. I mean, it got a bit ridiculous which
pulled me out of the story.
You know what this book was like? It’s like going on a
date with a babe who you’re completely thrilled about. You’re talking about her
to your friends, you’re checking out her socials and loving every bit of it.
You’re looking at Astro compatability (yes you fucking are, admit it) and your
signs check all the boxes. You meet up, she looks amazing…and then she starts
talking. And, well, there’s something about her voice that feels like bread
knife on the back of your skull. You can’t be sure but it feels like with every
word that zings out of her mouth your sinuses hurt more. She’s also putting you
to sleep, there’s a distinct droning that activates your melatonin and before
you know it you’re drowsy at 7pm. Yeah, somebody poured her into her dress but
her sound is a car alarm that doesn’t quit at 2am. Most male animals would just
think, ah, well, I’ll bang her and be done with it. But you know better. You
know that the noises she’ll make while in the throes of passion will ruin sex
for you for at least 5 years. Your friends will ask you ‘What happened???’
You’ll want to say she sounded like a donkey being run through a wood chipper
but all that will come out will be ‘I dunno, something was off’. And your
friends will look at you with a gleam in their eye while thinking ‘Wow, he’s
not all about looks, he really cares about vibe and what’s going on in the inside
of a woman’. But you’ll know. You’ll know. First Knight was hot. But it hurt my sinuses. 8.7
I was first hipped to the work of Juni Ba in the
delightful ‘Deep Cuts’ mini series that consisted of 6 different jazz vignettes.
His installment was absolutely fantastic. It actually blew the other
installments away it was that good. Looks like the industry is catching on to
his immense talent and the jobs are coming in. I was also immensely psyched to
see this in the solicits but, I dunno. It’s definitely got a fairy-tale/stylized Netflix anime series vibe
to it which is cool but, I’m not sure it fully works. One thing he did accomplish
was to clarify all of the Robin characters. Juni’s succinctly summed up each of
them well enough where I could at least pass a Robin quiz whereas before I
would definitely fail. Let’s be honest: Tim Drake and Jason Todd are weak as
fuck names for Robin. As far as I see it, it’s Dick Grayson and then bubkes.
Damien is straight outta ‘The Omen’ and I’d rather see Bats all verklempt
around Thalia than deal with a spitfire kid.
This feels like a YA title. There’s an ‘aww shucks, air
this at 3pm for the after school crowd kinda’ energy about it. My sense of this
series is that DC peeped Juni’s unbelievable work in “Deep Cuts” and put him on
a project they had in mind. I think Juni’s story is solid if not unspectacular but
the art is for sure bananas. I don’t think Juni is really a capes and tights
guy and hopefully he’s got a plethora of projects in his noodle that he’s
psyched to unleash upon the world. 7.9
Now this what I’m talkin’ bout. Dude. Yay. I mean, for
goodness sake, it’s a Spidey Comic. I just wanna read Spidey fighting shit,
slinging some webs and his verbal zingers. After two BS issues of backstory bingo,
one that was a complete utter dinner party bore and one that was interesting
yet could’ve been boiled down to a few pages, the real creative team of this
book is back and delivering the goods. I read it. It was fun. I enjoyed the
escapism. Nobody was interjecting their personal bullshit it was all pure
superhero in tights goodness done by two dudes at the top of their game. Can it
all be so simple? Yes it can. Time to clone Hicksy and Marco and put them on
every single Marvisney book until a new fresh crop of writers and artists are
ready to come in and return this brand back to what made it great in the first
place. 9.1
I somehow missed this when it came out several months
ago, weird. I would have definitely grabbed it so I’m wondering how this
slipped through my fingers. Perhaps it’s the Universe saving me $9, I thought.
With my pulls being so low these days I had my LCS grab one for me and well,
all I gotsta say is sometimes you gotta trust that the Universe has your back.
My goodness this was gross, yuck. Yuck. Brian Azz, this is Yuck. You get the
azz. I’m all for Westerns but this was a gory yuckfest about some steely eyed
d-bag criminal who gets out of a Mexican jail and goes on his revenge spree.
This includes finding his wife, who has since married a Reverend, and killing
her husband. There’s lots of images of dead dogs who have been shot and a
brutally intense image of a mother of a murdered family that the D-Bag and his
fellow D-Bags come upon, who’s clearly been tied up, bound and, well, you get the idea, bleccch. The last straw was when one of the Wife’s three kids
has a piece of his ear bitten off by one of the D-Bag’s henchman simply because
the ears looked too big. Eff you B Azz, jeez. Go to therapy and work out your anger
issues and Venmo me $9. Consider this DSTLRY’s first major dud. 4.5
I honestly can’t with this book anymore. I’ve
grown weary of opening these gorgeous pages drawn by Sana Takeda. Yes, they’re
gorgeous. I’ve been dating this gorgeous comic for almost 10 years now and
there’s no other way to say it but she’s gone completely fucking bonkers. She
just babbles incessantly about the same shit, just on a different day. I don’t
see how Marj Liu can expect anyone to pick this book up after a month or so of
having read the previous issue and not squint their eyes, rub their forehead
and go ‘what the fuck is going on here???’. The longest relationship I’ve been in
has been a little over 3 years so I don’t know how to break up with someone I’ve
been with for 9 plus years. Maybe I need to take this book to comic book
therapy and hash things out, is there such a thing? Can someone make it and
book me for an appointment? I feel like Monstress is one of the casualties of
the Mandela Effect. Maybe we’re in the alternative Universe where Monstress is
a shit show and in the previous Universe it was spelled Monsstress or maybe
Monstresses and it was fucking awesome. Somehow I feel in the Multiverse every
Monstress version is hurting people’s brains. Monstress is a multiversal
multidimensional punch to your pull list no matter where you exist. I feel like the only ones, besides myself, who are reading this book at this point are those who dress up like cats and pee in litter box that's been placed in the bathroom for them. 6.0
Greatness in serialized Comics requires
consistency, a none too easy task especially in this day and age of hiatuses, variant
cover madness and the subservience to the trade market. Yet every now and then
something comes along that defies genre and the shortcomings of the industry to
deliver a timeless story that will stay with you long after you add it to your long box. Rare Flavours was just that. The title
encapsulated the book itself: a rare feat and a taste of something truly
special. Every single offering of this six issue course was an enchanting
delight, deftly written and wonderfully drawn by two masters of their craft. Rare
Flavours transcended their logline and elevator pitch. It was this ephemeral
paragon of storytelling, myth and family that will stay with their audience
long after the embers that cooked up this beauty of a book die out. 10.0
There's a story in here where Conan turns into a Werewolf and has to fight a town that has already turned into Werewolves. GTFOH. Dude. As Stan Lee used to say: Nuff said. 9.4
That's all I got. I'm off to work on a new AI start-up called 'Homie'. It will democratize comic book blogs for everyone by providing the tools necessary to write and post blogs to the masses as if they were written by a Cholo from LA.
Happy Reading!