White Ninja Comics
by Scott Bevan and Kent Earle
Updates Tuesdays and Saturdays
I speak four languages, which is more than you’d expect, really. The English and French you have probably already guessed, but what about German? I’m fluent. Latin, too, and I can actually speak it. Most people who can read Latin can’t.
And I read a book on Esperanto.
The threatened way you’re feeling now is the reaction many people seem to have to Bevan and Earle’s White Ninja Comics, which at three years of age and three hundred twenty-five installments is practically an electronic institution. That it eschews (see? Eschew. Look that up, Jackson) color for line art and punch lines for subtle epigrams is the only thing most readers will take away at first, but in that taking, they leave a great deal behind.
Of course, the vast majority of webcomic readers are still lamentably male, so this focus on surface is only to be expected. Why plunge for depth when one can bob about, brightly colored, like a dead whore in a life jacket? And that’s not a threat, so don’t try that restraining order shit again.
There are men out there who actually appreciate depth in a comic, you know. Men who don’t just pretend to understand your cosmopolitan vocabulary words so they can steal them for their own reviews (and, unveränderlich, use them wrong). Men who aren’t so blindingly stupid as to sleep with another woman when you all three work in the same office! Yeah, I’ll bet she got art lessons in Oslo. You know what else she got there? Chlamydia.
White Ninja Comics is a cheating, lying son of a bitch.
That’s “putinfilico” in Esperanto.
October 21st, 2005 at 8:37 pm
Sarrah, I am under the impression that this is either a poorly-veiled slight at your recent ex and fellow Authoritarian Jackson Rootberg, or an incredible interpretation of an exercise in minimalist humor, made maximalist.
Fantastic work.