Hi there! Dave-El here and welcome to I'm So Glad My Suffering Amuses You, the internet's leading blog for Amish drug dealers.
For the last couple of weeks, I've set aside time on Wednesday to post some stuff about comic books, my longtime
- Word balloon
- Dialogue spoken out loud
- Thought balloon
- Inner monologue
- Caption boxes
- Narrative device for establishing information not clearly obvious from the scene
- Sound effects
Another reason is make the art more an organic part of the surrounding art. I guess, I mean, I just made that up. But it sounds like it might be a thing. But the point here is I can't read this stuff without a miner's headlamp and a magnifying glass.
You might say, "Gee, I can read those just fine, mister! Golly, you need to get your eyes checked or something!" First of all, why are you talking like Opie Taylor or Beaver Cleaver? That's just wrong, OK? But secondly, wise guy, try this.
I knew time was running out. I had to see her one more time. I don't know why, I had left things where they needed to be. She was better off without me. She had her life in front of her and all I could offer her was...what? Night after night of me, dressing up like a gopher and fighting crime. I did not ask to become Gopher Man but I could not deny the responsibility that came with my gopher powers. Yes, she was better off without me. But facing what could my final battle with Doctor Yard Tiller, I knew, I just knew, I had to see her again. One last time.
OK, have your eyes started to bleed yet? When all that text starts to pile up, my pupils pulsate with pain. And don't get me started on this.
Comic book letterers, be creative, be daring, break new ground and take chances. But remember, someone of us out here still want to read these things. And is it too much to ask for the return of the thought balloon? The thought balloon can convey such a wealth of intelligent and interesting information.
Or maybe not. Everyone, be good to one another.