Jessica FinkBesprekingen

Comes with explanatory footnotes, for which I am grateful.

Funny, and yet deeply emotional. Who doesn't relate with the idea of going back to warn your younger self not to do stupid crap.

has a few moments where it has the potential to be truly meaningful and insightful but doesn't seem to fully engage with its own subject matter.
fun little read though.

This was a godsend. I've never been very good at witty ripostes and suffer from a congenital case of l'esprit de l'escalier. To exacerbate this I work at a University, so any retort I do come up with has to be awfully clever as well as witty. Why, just consider these snippets of my week thus far (my name has been changed to protect my innocence).

Monday
Matt: Your writing style is like your preferred sports team: hopeless!
Leopold: Oh yeah? Well your writing is like your face: badly spelled!

Tuesday
Matt: Hey nice haircut. Just kidding, it looks terrible!
Leon: Oh yeah? Well your hair is like your face: attached to your head!

Wednesday
Matt: So you have an h-index of one? That's impressive. Impressively low! (Burn!)
Leofric: Oh yeah? Well your h-index is like your face: higher than mine!

Thursday
Matt: Do I want to come to yours for dinner? No thanks, I don't have life insurance!
Leeroy: Oh yeah? Well your cooking is like your face: in that, you know, it's… kind of like your face!

Friday
Lee: Your writing is like a Marxist utopia: it lacks class!
Empty office: …
Lee: …Dammit.

But these indignities I will suffer no more!

This was a godsend. I've never been very good at witty ripostes and suffer from a congenital case of l'esprit de l'escalier. To exacerbate this I work at a University, so any retort I do come up with has to be awfully clever as well as witty. Why, just consider these snippets of my week thus far (my name has been changed to protect my innocence).

Monday
Matt: Your writing style is like your preferred sports team: hopeless!
Leopold: Oh yeah? Well your writing is like your face: badly spelled!

Tuesday
Matt: Hey nice haircut. Just kidding, it looks terrible!
Leon: Oh yeah? Well your hair is like your face: attached to your head!

Wednesday
Matt: So you have an h-index of one? That's impressive. Impressively low! (Burn!)
Leofric: Oh yeah? Well your h-index is like your face: higher than mine!

Thursday
Matt: Do I want to come to yours for dinner? No thanks, I don't have life insurance!
Leeroy: Oh yeah? Well your cooking is like your face: in that, you know, it's… kind of like your face!

Friday
Lee: Your writing is like a Marxist utopia: it lacks class!
Empty office: …
Lee: …Dammit.

But these indignities I will suffer no more!

An adorable little self-reflective adventure.

https://twitter.com/ticky/status/591505030848479232

What the heck wouldn’t I try if I had a time machine? As for going back and fixing past mistakes or trying to teach myself a thing or two – I really don’t know. Heck, I doubt I’d WANT to go back and witness all that madness again and be forced to watch it! *shivers* At first silly and this little graphic novel buds into what ends up being a very interesting piece about learning about yourself and maybe even accepting that person. This contains sexual content of the not explicit kind. Those that enjoy a good chuckle or two here and there with the not too naughty comics will probably get a few smirks out of this. Jess Fink does a good job of poking fun at herself without taking anything too seriously and yet still managing to put across a slightly serious message beneath the humor.

Art – 3.5 stars – Fun, simple comic strip style art
Story- 4 stars
Overall – 4 stars – Funny, introspective and so much more enjoyable than you’d think at first glane!

I've never read a comic that was basically pornography before, but this was a great place to start. There's a story, but there are pretty much pictures of vaginas on every page. Which was awesome.

This takes place during the industrial revolution, when a lady marries a man and greatly enjoys having intercourse with him. The man is frightened by her fervor for lovemaking, and builds her a special "intercourse robot" to keep her entertained so she'll stop bothering him. But when the woman falls in love with the robot, who pays so much more attention to her than her husband does, the husband finds himself getting jealous...and aroused. Oh my goodness, resolving this is going to take all kinds of sex-having.

You should read this if you like comics that graphically depict person-on-robot and person-on-person sexual activity.½

This is all right, but I actually think it would be more effective "erotica" without the titular robot, which sort of obviates the point a little.