OK, what exactly is the purpose of this blog?

2.15.2006

The question has been posed, it will be answered.
This blog is listed in a list of "Webcomic Blogs" and has been somewhat accused of not being a webcomic blog. Well as can be seen by it's description it is only seminally a webcomic blog. What is it's purpose? Well, lets see:
1. Entertainment: I think I got this one down pat, as this is the most popular page on the website. It has more regular followers than any of the webcomics here, and averages, get this 180 - 250 unique visitors per day. A big reason for this is the daily update, but another is that people like (or possibly hate) me.
2. Talk about and promote my website, webcomics, life, and opinions
3. Talk about other shiite that catches my fancy or rage, other webcomics included in that.
4. Generate tons of search hits (which it does extremely well I can't tell you how many people link here using the phrase The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy).

One reason I don't post a lot of reviews, is there ain't too much out there worth writing about. So, again, I post about webcomics, when I feel like it.

So guess what . . .

I feel like talking about webcomic related things.
I have read through all of The Weekly Webcomic Reviews, and like it very much, enough in fact that I am going to link to it. What do I like about it? It is well written, not overly verbose, does not critique just for the sake of critique, but provides helpful insights, and is informative. It will be part of my daily read (and not just cause the author comes here daily to read this drivel).

Now Websnark, the Megatokyo of webcomic blogs. Don't get wrong, well written and entertaining, but it has become Eric Burns personal rant, prose, bitch, space, where he seems to review the same webcomics over and over again.

And guess what, a webcomic review.

Fart Party. (Mature Content) Stumbled on this little gem while trolling Comixpedia.org. This is in that same vein as those other primitive, R. Crumb, Keith Harring style comics, and similar to webcomics like Perry Bible Fellowship, and White Ninja. What do I like about this? The writing is in that deadpan, punny style, that gets me right here. Doesn't always hit, but at least gets a chuckle. Now the art. Most people will hate it, but listen to me, that ultra hip, but primitive style is not easy to do, and it works in this situation setting the mood. Check it out buckos, this one is getting a free link too.

Oh and JesusMan! . . . he is a trivia question.

You are listening too . . .
I was going to go back to Clutch, but I was distracted. You are listening to Bus to Beelzebub, by Soul Coughing. If you have never heard Soul Coughing or only heard their two hits, you are in for a MAJOR treat. Born in 1992 Soul Coughing was one of the only bands to successfully merge funk, jazz, hip-hop, rock, and beat, in an amazing other worldly, yet very accessible sound. They are noted for unusual samplings, ex. this songs main sample is from a Raymond Scott song. I will be posting quite a few songs from them in the coming week, and show you the range. They broke up in around 2000 after a major consolidation of radio stations dropped them from many playlist (interesting subject, hence the crappy state of modern music).

M. Doughty, their lead singer in currenlty a force in the under ground music scene, and you have not lived until you have heard his version of Jodi Whatley's Real Love. Enjoy this Buckos.

BTW, Soul Coughing is one of the only and I have never seen live and regret not doing so.

Guns don't kill people . .
Dick Cheney does. My name is, my name is, my name, Dicka Dick Cheney!

Oh Sweet Lyndie England.
If I was Mormon you would be my second wife . . Yeahaa

Say it ain't so!
NOT TOMKAT!

Ok, let me get this straight Wal Mart.
You sell guns, but won't sell music with objectional lyrics.
You sell contraception, but not the Morning After Pill?

Umm.
There has to be a better way to embarass your boss doofus.

Oh Willie Nelson
YOU FUGGIN' ROCK (seriously)

Malach's Quote of the Day.
America was violent before rap. - KRS-One

I am Malach, and I can eat a whole block of cheese.