A league formed by the city parks and recreation office in L.A. and each team is populated in large part by casualties of the L.A. music and film industries.
By the great Peter Bagge, this is a helluva book with 336 pages of black and white humor. The complete Buddy Bradley stories from Bagge’s Hate comics Vol. 1.
I enjoyed the last two pages: A story he wrote for his niece when she was upset about moving. It hilarious and better by far than the rest of the book.
Legend of Zelda with ass-kicking Japanation at it’s best. The art is very pleasing to the eye: Boxy, sharp angles, a video game without the pixilation.
Simple, black and white, blocky, boxy and art deco, with all the factories, wheels, and cogs for a backdrop. The story is slow at first, worth your time.
This is Edward Gorey and Shel Silverstein after they finish off a handle of Jack and double-team Mother Goose, the sick fucks. Juvenile, silly, and I like it.
The set up is similar to Garfield, except instead of a dog, it’s a bear, and instead of being stupid, it’s quite smart. And Looshkin is WAY more fucked up.