Here are the cover and the first two pages of comics. Yeah, those are some big images. The book itself is coffee-table size.
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Page 1
Page 2
Isn’t this stuff absolutely amazing? It just gets more insane, and the stories run into one another like movements in a ridiculous space symphony.
Wow. I just made a great find at Half Price Books. It’s not every day I feel the need to drop $50 on a book, but this one just called out to me. The Collected World of Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. I know – what the hell, right? But it’s awesome. I’m a big fan of Little Nemo, as my family knows, which is really the only comparable strip from the era (20 years earlier, but still).
This sci-fi epic lasted for some 35 years, chronicling the adventures of the eponymous Buck Rogers. The world has been enslaved by a sort of conglomerated Asiatic race, the Mongols, who sport Chinese hats and Fu Manchu mustaches. Buck, a refugee from 1929, preserved by mysterious gases in a mine shaft, awakens just in time to save flying soldier/flapper Wilma from certain death at the hands of the “half-breeds.” The whole thing is just busting with imagination, detail, and innocent sci-fi fun. And boy is there a lot of it.
The picture above isn’t the book itself, but the one I have is rare and out of print, especially with an immaculate dust cover. Even Amazon only has a 100-pixel-wide picture. It was worth every penny.
I heard another Eric Whitacre piece on the radio one day and was surprised to find he was a contemporary choral composer, not however many decades or centuries old. “Sleep” is not particularly complicated musically, but his sense of harmony is stunning.
A Sunny Day In Glasgow – 5:15 Train
Excellent and otherworldly electro-dreampop. Not sure how else to describe it.
The weekend on the island (not over yet) has been flickr’d. Check out some Orcas-y pictures.
1709, a year in which all Europe nearly froze to death
Thought this was a very interesting little article. Apparently there was an unbelievably cold Winter in 1709 throughout Europe, resulting in the death of almost every crop and herb, not to mention huge amounts of animals and people. Nobody really knows why.
We’re playing Oregon Trail up here on Orcas and in the old-school hunting simulation, I made this amazing shot. From just above where my guy is, I nailed that deer between the two trees there. If that doesn’t impress you, then you haven’t tried it. Those suckers are about as fast as the bullets.
I made it by the way, but Scottie drowned in 3.5ft of water and then our wagon overturned on the Snake River (?) and Jim went under as well. Sara and Piper survived until the end, despite constant measles on Piper’s part.
Remember: don’t waste your money on food, it’s there for the taking. And grueling is the only pace.
Heraldic as all hell.
An Oyster of the old school, whom nobody can open.
The plaintive–so Mrs. Piper insists on calling the deceased–was reported to have sold himself. Thinks it was the plaintive’s air in which that report originatinin. See the plaintive often and considered as his air was feariocious and not to be allowed to go about some children being timid (and if doubted hoping Mrs. Perkins may be brought forard for she is here and will do credit to her husband and herself and family). Has seen the plaintive wexed and worrited by the children (for children they will ever be and you cannot expect them specially if of playful dispositions to be Methoozellers which you was not yourself).
