Amazing Super Powers. It’s what’s for breakfast.
I keep on asking myself, what it is exactly I’m doing with my life. Where are the blocks that I’m supposed to click together? Did I already use up all the legos? Holy Christ I sure hope not. I’ve been smoking a couple of doobs during the past few years. But just when I start to get a little nervous my eyes happen to fall on a little website named Amazingsuperpowers.com. I’ve really come to find that these web comic strips are way better than anything I read in the papers. That is to say, that I read the papers. Which i do. On occasion. For business purposes only. And the funnies. And the also the arts, of coarse. But mostly the funnies. I think what differentiates this art form is the mediums it’s expressed through. And in the papers, I always get a hint of something pretentious. Like some guy is sitting in a red leather, dimple armchair. Puffing on his pipe while looking at me through his monocle, swishing cognac in a glass. And I’m sort of just standing there, in front of him, with a red hoody and tattered Gazelles. Just sort of counting the pictures of men with hound dogs on the wall.
The guys (and/or girls. because I’m sure that sex still exists) at amazingsuperpowers.com immerse you in a brighter world. These strips remind us, that the world is meant to be laughed at. That being dark and gloomy isn’t as cool as people make it out to be.
“Yes but my good sir, can these cartoons be considered art?”
“I’ll hock a loogie on your shoe and slap a price tag on it. Then the Louvre will come calling.”
The point is, “art” (Christ, I really dislike using that word) is meant to inspire. If it doesn’t then I think the proper term is “crap.” This, without a doubt shoots cheery inspiration directly into your veins.