So this was supposed to go with a review of the old anime series “Trigun”. You know the saying that there’s weird, and then there’s Japanese Game Show weird? This one’s like that.
Trigun features a super-powered mysterious gunslinger on an alien planet wild-wild-west with a really weird nemesis (and a deeply confused “Catholic” “priest”). We all watched it: a mix of badly-subbed YouTube episodes and grainy library copies. The art is old-school, but good, and the story hooks you faster than you’d expect.
So a short review, in place of the “Killing Star Wars” comic that Codex didn’t quite get finished before she had to leave. It was inspired by this masterpiece of authentic curmudgeonly dudgeon. Episode One of The Last Straw.
Codex here. Just now finishing what was supposed to be the Friday comic. Sooo… It’ll go up Monday. This was our first week of homeschooling (High School) and 2nd declension Latin nouns were a challenge (among other things).
So here by way of apology is the original concept art I made when we were deciding where to “set” Churchi. One of these days I’ll figure out how to get the scanner to handle colored pencil art (honestly, it looks pretty decent in real life) rather than just inks.
Yes ladies and gentleveg, you have until by 11:59 P.M. Eastern Standard Time on July 20, 2018 to get your votes in. Nominate your faves that were put out between July 1, 2017 and June 30, 2018.
Mild-mannered soil scientist Jack Broccoli is an unlikely candidate for James Bond-esque action hero. But double-digging turnip beds has toned his physique. The Filipino Butcher Masters martial arts exercise video series has honed his warrior mindset. So when Jack is targeted by the sinister agents of F.A.D.A.M., he’s ready:
As he day-dreamed about fighting off a horde of ninjas with a spading fork, Jack suddenly heard a click at the window of the room. Then another, followed by a scratching sound, as if the glass were being cut. Then a piece of glass fell to the carpet, and the window swung open through the curtains.
A man stood in the room with him ….
The man was the same size as Jack, but he had a defensive stance, which made Jack wonder if he was overmatched. Maybe he just came to take the TV. The man said something through the mask to Jack in badly accented English. It sounded like “Ukon wis mao”.
“I’m not sure what you said, “Jack replied, as his eyes darted around the room, looking for something he could use as a weapon. “Do you want to take the TV?” The man shook his head and took a step toward Jack.
“UKONWISMEAOW!” he commanded.
“Yukon whiz meow?”
The man ripped off his mask. He must be Korean, Jack thought, though to his undiscriminating eye, he might also be Japanese, Laotian, Cambodian, Taiwanese, Vietnamese, Tibetian, Thai, Indonesian, Chinese, Pacific Islander, or Cherokee.
“You come. With me. Now!”
“Out the window?” Jack said incredulously.
“No, out the door!” the man snapped.
Okay. Maybe not completely ready.
If you read just one hilariously epic gardening spy thriller this year: Read Jack Brocolli #1: Turned Earth.
Addendum: Despite the heavy-duty action scenes and ancillary Bond babe hotness, this is a book you can give to your 14-year-old daughter. Ours loved it.