Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Dissect My Brain (Union Weekly Serial) Season 3, Episode 8: "Dissect My Brain with Zombies."
QUICK! If you haven't read the original Dissect My Brain with Zombies, read it here! It actually has absolutely nothing to do with this new one, but I just want to put over my bud Calvin since he is a phenomenal artist. He does his own comics with the most prominent series being Hooker Fighter: Reloaded. Off the premise alone, the comic is an acquired taste that is much akin to exploitation films, but I personally think he does great work. The comic has a hilarious gag each page, and is an absolute fun read.
Anywhoo, this isn't the "talk up Calvin" blog, but the Dissect My Brain blog! What can I say about this one? It's honestly one of my favorite one's of the third season thus far, if solely that I liked how much jokes I could cram into four panels. I felt I had a great amount of momentum in my work with each one hitting it out of the park, and then I put out the clips show one. However, I think it's safe to say I recovered as last week's comic was great, and this week's was just as good.
The title of the comic itself is self explanatory. They've done Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, so why not Dissect My Brain with Zombies? The comic hasn't changed one bit. It's still the fictionalized Kevin character being mopey about life, and there just happens to be a zombie in it.
I honestly don't get the zombie craze. . . at all. This isn't to say I don't like various zombie media. I like the George Romero films, Zombieland, Shaun of the Dead, The Walking Dead comic, etc. etc. I just don't understand why it's a thing, and why people are so in love with the idea of a zombie apocalypse. I guess we're just that bored with ourselves as a society, that a crisis just seems romantic. Who knows? If anyone can explain why there's just so much love for the concept, I would love to have lunch sometime.
So my mom (who is very religious) strangely got me this Ouija board shirt. I don't particularly believe in them, but then again, I've never tried. My mom apparently did, and swears that it spelled out the name of my dad when she asked it who she would marry. Of course, my assumption is that she had spent her whole life looking for an "Arthur." Either way, it's a weird story, these things are supposedly "demonic," and I've a shirt of one.
Original Publication: October 22, 2012.
Union Weekly Vol. 71: Issue #9
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