The police seized my light bulbs this morning. At 4 a.m officers from the serious crime squad broke down my door and my smart LED lightbulbs dutifully switched on, allowing London’s finest to see where they were pluck them all from their sockets in a matter of minutes.
I was forced to switch on my dumb bedside lamp to read the warrant they thrust at me. Blah blah they had the right to seize my lightbulbs and download the bulbs activity logs, recently bumped up from a 24hr rotation and deletion cycle to a 12 month retention cycle by legislation rushed through by our surveillance happy government.
One way to try and break my alibi; perhaps I had thought to program my TV to switch on and play a football match to prove I was at home, but had I remembered to tell my lights to switch on too?
The coppers left and my kettle asked me if I wanted tea as I stumbled bleary eyes into my kitchen and threw the warrant onto my table, which scanned the warrant and uploaded a copy to a server. My kettle had detected five people in the flat – me and the now departed police – and filled itself with enough water to make five cups.
“Judas,” I said, and my mobile rang Julian. I pulled the phone from my pocket and cancelled the call. He was the last person I needed to speak to right now.
My son reading Floyd Farland Citizen of the Future for the first time reminds me how much I loved this looping SF tale from Chris Ware. Not that I had connected it with Chris Ware of Jimmy Corrigan: The Smartest Kid on Earth, which I have but never got into. Jimmy Corrigan: The Smartest Kid on Earth isn’t my thing in story or looks.
Floyd Farland has a distinct style that works perfectly for the story, far far removed from Chris Ware’s current style. A stark simple black and white approach, like that of the look of Frank Miller’s Sin City. But Chris Ware began with this look and moved onto a cleaner colored “designed” far far removed from Floyd Farland’s, a change highlighted by Jon Adams re-imagining of the cover in Chris Ware’s current style…
Glad I still have my copy and glad it’s being read, even if it is no longer in mint condition (when I got my copy of Watchmen signed some years ago Dave Gibbons – and Frank Miller, who jokingly offered to sign it as well to piss off Alan Moore – were surprised at the state that was in. Not battered so much as read).
“We, as fans, have developed an unhealthy attachment to the physical object of comics that is almost unique to this hobby. There is no more apt phrase than “fetishizing the physical” to describe this fixation on keeping the comic as pristine as possible. Even to the degree that some comics have come polybagged.
“Comic books began as a completely disposable medium, made on cheap newsprint and traded by fans until the books fell apart. They were rolled up in the back pocket of a kid in the city or tucked into the rucksack of a soldier heading to war. The obsession with making the disposable permanent is the key to where it all went wrong. The first time a comic was slipped into a plastic bag unread, the medium changed irrevocably. The story that came alive began to lose footing to the concern for marks around the staple.”
– How The Comic Bag Destroyed Comics
April 28, 2014 by wetwebworkComments Off on Slow Glass