Over at Heroes and Dragons at the Citadel mall I saw this comic called "Y" telling the tale of the last man on earth. I briefly flipped through it. My impression, trite and light like Global Frequency in addition to Alan Moore's more recent comic book work. Not everyone is going to be Dave Sim. At least Sim tells a compelling story that requires more than twenty pages.
Shit, that's sad. Dave Sim is one of the few people that I can say is an influence in my life. Of course considering all the hypersensitive people, I must give the disclaimer that I understand Sim is batshit insane. Still he's no crazier than LeGuin and in her case I figure everyone gives her a pass because she's a woman. Sim is a good writer. He's batshit insane. I think he really shines with biographical work like the fictionalization of the Three Stooges, Oscar Wilde in Jaka's Story among others. Plus Cerebus struck a note with me. That sad kind of obsession coupled with patience that eventually erodes into finding something else to bide one's time. The constancy of Cerebus as an individual.
Later and lower that evening, I found out that everyone was playing with a hot new toy. It was like a drop of molten silver had been frozen in a vat of water. Numerous duels and wars were being held in the streets that were full of laughing people. Mostly folks would walk up to each other and simultaneously fire, point blank, into each others chests. Soon I realized that this gun used the soul as ammo and upon impacting a live human that soul would inhabit that person.
If you thought hearing your voice on a recording was strange, it's geometrically worse when it's your whole body and your voice. Even moreso when the current inhabitant is aping you in an unflattering fashion.
