Comic Transcripts

[[Two women are in a room. One is seated with a book, but has lifted her eyes from the page to begin her monologue. The other listens from behind her, concerned]]

Reader: There must be some books that never get read, not even once. They’re printed and bound and shipped to stores…Then remaindered and destroyed, or maybe bought and then sat on a shelf forever and ever.

Reader: Nobody learned anything from them. Nobody was taken on a journey of imagination by the carefully-chosen sequences of words they contained. Every day on the shelf, another hope dashed. Bought! Then re-sold to a used bookstore: more hope, fading but still flickering..until the fateful day of the trash compactor.

Listener: Maybe it’s good that some of those books are never read. What about a hate book? A racist book. Page after page of the most vile, ignorant tripe ever set to print. Some odious, illiterate screed set in 12-point Times New Roman because that was the default in Word.

Listener: And it’s not like it’s the book’s fault. The book was just paper, all bright-eyed and eager, showing up at the plant excited for its big day, its destiny…
Reader: Great now I feel bad for a racist book

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{{alt-text: ‘Cooking for Racists: 88 Bleached-Flour Recipes To Bolster the Caucasiarchy’}}

#878; The Saddest Most Terrible Book transcribed by in

[[Two women are in a room. One is seated with a book, but has lifted her eyes from the page to begin her monologue. The other listens from behind her, concerned]]

Reader: There must be some books that never get read, not even once. They’re printed and bound and shipped to stores…Then remaindered and destroyed, or maybe bought and then sat on a shelf forever and ever.

Reader: Nobody learned anything from them. Nobody was taken on a journey of imagination by the carefully-chosen sequences of words they contained. Every day on the shelf, another hope dashed. Bought! Then re-sold to a used bookstore: more hope, fading but still flickering..until the fateful day of the trash compactor.

Listener: Maybe it’s good that some of those books are never read. What about a hate book? A racist book. Page after page of the most vile, ignorant tripe ever set to print. Some odious, illiterate screed set in 12-point Times New Roman because that was the default in Word.

Listener: And it’s not like it’s the book’s fault. The book was just paper, all bright-eyed and eager, showing up at the plant excited for its big day, its destiny…
Reader: Great now I feel bad for a racist book

{{header: hope for that WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: ‘Cooking for Racists: 88 Bleached-Flour Recipes To Bolster the Caucasiarchy’}}

#878; The Saddest Most Terrible Book transcribed by in

[[Two women are in a room. One is seated with a book, but has lifted her eyes from the page to begin her monologue. The other listens from behind her, concerned]]

Reader: There must be some books that never get read, not even once. They're printed and bound and shipped to stores...Then remaindered and destroyed, or maybe bought and then sat on a shelf forever and ever.

Reader: Nobody learned anything from them. Nobody was taken on a journey of imagination by the carefully-chosen sequences of words they contained. Every day on the shelf, another hope dashed. Bought! Then re-sold to a used bookstore: more hope, fading but still flickering..until the fateful day of the trash compactor.

Listener: Maybe it's good that some of those books are never read. What about a hate book? A racist book. Page after page of the most vile, ignorant tripe ever set to print. Some odious, illiterate screed set in 12-point Times New Roman because that was the default in Word.

Listener: And it's not like it's the book's fault. The book was just paper, all bright-eyed and eager, showing up at the plant excited for its big day, its destiny...
Reader: Great now I feel bad for a racist book

{{header: hope for that WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: 'Cooking for Racists: 88 Bleached-Flour Recipes To Bolster the Caucasiarchy'}}

'Cooking for Racists: 88 Bleached-Flour Recipes To Bolster the Caucasiarchy'

New ways to get Bolted!

In addition to buying things directly from me, the normal way, my game Bolted! is also now available on Amazon dot com.

On that famous website, you can also get the Creature-Crafting Magnets Set, which is made of the same artwork from the game, but is just a weird little trinket (not a playable game).

My kiddo made the elaborate version below to show off just how many magnets you get in the set (it’s 150 pieces in all — this isn’t even all of them).

Also now on Amazon is my set of Multi-Purpose Greeting Cards — a full dozen cards with envelopes in a fancy, unbranded, foil-stamped box!

Event alert!

I’ll also be showing off Bolted! at Greenwood Games, an event in Seattle this Saturday:

Greenwood Games is a free, all-ages community game event that invites players to spend the afternoon walking Greenwood Avenue from 65th to 80th, collecting clues, cracking puzzles, and discovering games made right here in Washington.

Think of it as Pride Hop, ArtWalk, and the Gumshoe all rolled into one,  except the whole thing is built around games and puzzles.​

Local game designers will be set up at different places along Greenwood Avenue in Phinney Ridge (near Ballard). My specific spot will be the “Holy Mountain Phinney Ridge Taproom”. All the information about all the different games & venues is on the website!

(If you’re in Seattle generally but not free tomorrow, Bolted! is also stocked at Blue Highway Games in Queen Anne.)

Next week, I’ll be at Gen Con! I personally will be hanging with my buddy Sam Logan at BFE Webcomics, booth #1217… but I have it on good authority that copies of Bolted! will be available at the CRWN Studios booth, #2549.

Visit one booth! Then the other! The order…is up to you.


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