And then the twister comes. Here comes the twister.

[kingrockwell]

So, I started a Twitter recently to hash out my feelings on my comics each week, and one of the creators I ended up following is Kieron Gillen, who you may know for taking over the reigns from JMS on Thor, or writing the absolutely delightful and unfortunately to-be-cancelled S.W.O.R.D. Anyway, he'd been talking about his Image mini-series Phonogram: The Singles Club, which ended this week, so I decided to give issue 7 a shot.

I'm sharing with you today the last story, because they warmed my Talking Heads-loving heart.




<3

I've since gone back to the shop to get the rest of the mini. Didn't hurt they had Image back-issues half-off, but they were missing #6, too. I may deem it necessary to share more, but I'll have to read them first!

But I did think I should share the back cover.


how can you not love this?
Look for the series with the devilishly hip covers. I'm pretty sure you won't be disappointed.

Also, while we're talking about music, I just wanted to share a final reminder to anyone hoping to participate in the Scans_Daily Boom De Yada Project, you have until midnight EST on Sunday to record your submissions! I actually have almost all the verse-lines I need, but there were still a few people who wanted to contribute that I haven't heard back from yet!
I do have a dire shortage of laaaand-liiiieefeelds recorded though, so if anyone can spare a few minutes and help me with those, I'd really appreciate it.

So if you're interested and want to chip in, go check this post to see how you can help!
And remember, midnight tomorrow!

Comments

[greenmask]

I have to tell you a secret.


I was a Girl Guide.

*lunges*

[psychopathicus_rex]

*rummages wildly in pocket* Here! Fifty bucks! I'll take it all in cookies!

[greenmask]

Sorry chump - we were more about the building of structures to climb out of logs than the baking. For fifty bucks I can give you some rope and a neckerchief with a felt oak leaf badly sewn on?

BUT YOU HAVE TO COME TO CLUB NIGHT TO GET THEM.

[psychopathicus_rex]

No deal! No deal! *sprints down random alleyway, up a set of stairs, jumps into a taxi, gets out after four blocks, runs up a fire escape, hurdles five or six roofs, then stops, panting*
Lost 'em!

[greenmask]

We are international

we are everywhere.

You cannot hide anywhere that girls age 11-14 fear to tread.

[psychopathicus_rex]

AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHH - oh, all right, fine, I'll go to the damn club night. But I won't enjoy myself! I refuse!

[greenmask]

Yeah, me neither. Maybe they'll have pinball.

[psychopathicus_rex]

Pinball could be good. It's been a while since I played, but hey, when life gives you lemons...

[greenmask]

Peel'em, eat'em, and hope your husband is painting it nicely.

[psychopathicus_rex]

Uh. I don't think that's QUITE how the proverb goes, but whatever works.