Kate Bishop’s west coast adventures are a little too sunny, a little too wacky to fit comfortably in the same series as Clint Barton’s relatively serious situation in Brooklyn. Annie Wu’s more conventional art style is fairly jarring compared to David Aja’s stylised look, too. The Kate issues work better separated out in this volume, though it’s far from perfect, with the story arc resolving itself awfully neatly. Still, the writing is witty enough to paper over those cracks for the most part.
Stewart Lee’s autobiography of sorts is part memoir (only a fraction, really, more a summary than an in-depth examination of his life and career), part director’s commentary on three of his own extended stand-up sets (making up the bulk of this tome, and what really makes it worth reading). How you like it of course depends upon how you like his comedy, but I’ve been a fan of his (and of Richard Herring) since the TMWRNJ days so I’ve been primed for more than 15 years.
Something I completely forgot to mention in my previous weeknotes, maybe because I’d love to pretend it never happened, is that my iPhone was hacked a fortnight ago. There I was, awake with a start on a Sunday morning as my phone blared some random video (I don’t remember what; I wasn’t in the best of moods to take notes, like) and witness to someone, somewhere, bumbling their way remotely through a number of my open apps, and attempting to access others, most unsettlingly 1Password — which I could see them open, chancing their arm at my master password (good luck with that, chumps).
A Sense Of Clarity: Wild Beasts Interviewed
A nice chat with the band on the release of their fourth album. Which I meant to review for Thumped months ago and, ah well. It’s good, though. Much better than the last one, which was very disappointing to me. #·
On using Markov chains to build a perpetual Friends scripting machine. Removed from context, the randomly-linked quotes give often deliciously weird results, far funnier than the actual show ever was. #·
Typeset In The Future: Moon
Essaying the typography employed in Duncan Jones’ excellent debut, reaching Kubrickian levels of attention to detail. Spoilers abound for those who haven’t seen the film, however. #·