Sunday, July 20, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Every now and then, you stumble across something on teh Interwebs that genuinely makes you do a double take, something that leaves your mind well and truly boggled. Today, it was the revelation that in 1988, a game was released for the ZX Spectrum and Amstrad CPC based on the exploits of Sabrina...
Yes, that Sabrina.
Apparently, you played the singer as she arrives at a Spanish airport and you have to get to the TV stage for her performance. Unfortunately this town is filled with people who take offence at the way she dresses or are just otherwise plain obnoxious. To defend herself Sabrina can kick them or slap them with her boobs...Thankfully, no version of the game was ever released outside of Spain.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
It's a 204 page original graphic novel featuring work from Leah Moore, John Reppion, Kieoron Gillen, Mark Buckingham, Leonie Moore and Frazer Irving. And me.
I'll be teaming up with my ROBOTS collaborator Bryan Coyle again for Accent UK's 2009 anthology WESTERN...
FutureQuake #7 featured the first strip I'd ever had published by FutureQuake, and Something Wicked #2 was the first time I'd had the privilage of having a cover based on one of my strips - and a cover by Julia Bax, no less!
I'm proud that I've been able to be a part of FutureQuake - and, hopefully, will be for a time to come! - and knowing that two of the anthologies I've been lucky enough to contribute to have been popular enough with readers to actually sell out is just a great feeling. Anyone reading this, please go and check out FutureQuake and it's sister titles Something Wicked and MangaQuake; they really are some of the best independent anthologies around at the minute. FutureQuake was nominated for an Eagle Award for a reason...
Both the strips from FutureQuake #7 and Something Wicked #2 are now available to read on my ComicSpace page: http://www.comicspace.com/lee_robson/. Gifts (from Something Wicked #2) features artwork from Dunk Nimmo, and Box (from FutureQuake #7) features art by Lonny Chant.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
I know that sitting in front of a monitor screen posting to a blog or chatting on MSN affords you a certain level of anonymity, and you can say and do things that you wouldn't feel comfortable doing or saying if you were with other people, but surely there's a line that you draw, isn't there? There's some point that you don't cross when it comes to sharing things with the world around you, right?
I realise that we're quickly hitting a point where we can't go anywhere or do anything without someone somewhere knowing about it, but we seem to be embracing that existence and taking it a step further, freely giving away information about ourselves to anyone using MySpace or Facebook, intimate information that, a few years ago, you'd probably only admit to your partner one drunken night after thirty years together.
Maybe I am out of step with the rest of the world on this, maybe this is the beginnings of the free flow of information that's often talked about, but I always thought that would lead to the truth about who really killed JFK, not the exact time and date of someone's last visit to the toilet, with footnotes on size, weight, colour and consistency of the turd.
If the government want to know every intricate detail of our lives, they need look no further than MySpace blogs...
Friday, July 11, 2008
That Mario looks a bit freaky, if you ask me... However, my personal favourite is far more eye-catching...
He's also 'un-tooned' Homer Simpson and Stewie Griffin...
You can find more of his work over at his blog: http://pixeloo.blogspot.com
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Still, the annual is now for sale on eBay, so get in there if you fancy reading some classic Roy Thomas/John Buscema and Stan Lee/Jack Kirby Fantastic Four action! Although, surely, it's worth owning for that picture alone - Nick Fury on sax? It doesn't get much better...
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Well, here's an end to that debate:
Super Pipeline 2 was, without doubt, one of the best games to ever grace the Commodore 64, and one of the fucking hardest. I've invested countless hours on the last three Grand Theft Auto games, and got completely lost in the world of Half Life, but to this day, I've never managed to beat Super Pipeline 2. Or Pipeline 2 as it was called on the box of my copy.
The story - because even back then in the days of crude graphics and simplistic gameplay, games had stories - centred around Foreman Fred and his efforts to keep the pipeline running as the workshop goes beserk and tools come to life with the sole purpose of drilling holes in the pipes and killing Fred. You had to avoid all of those things - and the creepy crawlies that were running around, too - and fill the barrels at the bottom of the screen; you could repair the pipes by picking up the little workmen (all called Will) that were running around. And yes, I'm aware there's a lot of jokes about workmen and laying pipe, but I won't lower myself to that...
It sounds (and looks) like a pretty simplistic game by today's standards, but, in terms of sheer playability, it beats most modern games hands down. And it was insanely difficult to beat. Correction, it still is insanely difficult to beat. So much so, I suspect it would make most modern gamers run away screaming to the nearest save point.
So, all you hardcore gamers out there, come back and talk to me after you've beaten Super Pipeline 2.
The basic idea is that the makers of the show scour the UK looking for idiots who overdress to a ridiculous degree and then get them to scrape all their make-up off and put them in a posh frock. And it's presented by someone that used to be in Atomic Kitten. But not Kerry Katona, who's off selling her countless stories of heartbreak to which ever weekly entertainment magazine will pay her. Another one.
Anyway, that doesn't matter, because it's such a ridiculous fucking show, and everything I said in the last paragraph is all you need to know about it. Overdressed idiots become better dressed idiots. It's another instance of TV taking us by the hand and telling us what to do.
Really, do these morons need to go on TV to peel their make-up off and wear a new dress? Really? Couldn't they just do it in the safety and comfort of their own home and save the licence payers some money? If they really insist on doing it in front of a camera, they could go and buy a camcorder. It's the same thing, except it doesn't clog up the airwaves.
What is going on with the world? Why do we feel the need to do everything on TV? People go on The Jeremy Fucking Kyle Show (not a bloke called Jeremy fucking a bloke called Kyle (although that would be far less offensive than the the Jeremy Kyle Show itself), but how I refer to Jeremy Kyle - sorry: Jeremy Fucking Kyle) to get DNA and paternity tests, for fucks sake! Can't they just, you know, go to their local doctor themselves and not air their dirty fucking laundry on the TV?
How To Look Good Naked is essentially about middle-aged women being taken shopping for new clothes. Are they incapable of going to the shops themselves? Ten Years Younger sees people get plastic surgery to make themselves look younger rather than just find the name and number of their nearest plastic surgeon. In Mary Queen Of Shops, a woman goes into high street stores and tells people how to run their business successfully, when it's clear they have no fucking idea how to run a business at all. And it's all on TV.
Why? Why do people feel this need to go on TV to do things they're quite capable of doing themselves? Yes, you can argue that it gives people the kick in the arse they need to do it, but if those people are prepared to pick up the phone or write an e-mail to the TV company, surely they should be prepared to do everything the TV show does themselves, right? If not, then where's it going to end?
Hopefully not any time soon, because here's my pitch for a TV show: you can't decide what CD you want to listen to, so you come on the show and you're taken through the highs and lows of both CDs by those musical paragons Dr Fox and Chris Moyles, and, at the end of it all, you're ready to make a choice.
When that TV show comes on the screens, I'll be demanding my cut...