Some folks have been bringing information about Goblins to my attention for the past few days – things I wasn’t aware of when I wrote that review. Here are my thoughts about that information.
That’s it for Hate Week, friends! I hope you all had as much fun as I did. If you want to relive the memories, or have a convenient link to share the hate with your frenemies, I’m gonna briefly recap the last seven days under the cut.
Webcomics have been happening since basically the beginning of the web itself, but it wasn’t until the dot-com boom of the late 90s that the medium began to attract attention and grow in a significant way. The “build it and they will come” optimism of this period made the majority of web content completely unbearable, and webcomics were no exception; much like how every asshole with a half-baked business model thought the internet would make them a millionaire, suddenly there were dozens of mediocre dudes who thought that the world wanted to hear their video game opinions.
Autobiographies are a dangerous creature. If you think of a story as a product, something a writer produces for consumption by readers, then when you craft an autobiographical work, the product isn’t merely your story – it’s you. In many ways, what you’re selling is yourself. (This is an update to an old review I had removed. I feel that it now meets my new standards.)
If you’re surprised that I’m including Chick Tracts in my reviews of webcomics, I’ve got news for you: Jack T. Chick is one of the original webcomickers.