Steven Grant put out the call for any sort of question to be answered on his column at Comic Book Resources. Naturally, most of the ones that got through, or were sent, related to working in the comics industry or about his column.

So...

Sarcasm is often seen as the lowest form of wit. In a family analogy, it would be the one you leave to its own devices at a dinner, not paying much attention. What then of satire? Is it the one that leaves you feeling unsure and too set to say on either side of applause or dismissal?"

And the response:

Sarcasm is not the lowest form of wit. Sarcasm is the lowest form of irony. The lowest form of wit is generally considered to be the pun, though I would suggest the lowest form is superhero parody. At a dinner, satire would be the one that leaves you laughing.

Slips through!

 

"It's my big ears, isn't it, kids? Isn't it? Well, children, I can't help that!" - Moe Syzslak, The Simpsons.

Word filtered through that the write ups on the splash page -- which inevitably find themselves in the archives -- aren't exactly all that easy to understand. That and they supposedly don't make any sense. Well, that's no surprise really, sense is flung far out the window whenever the fingers start hitting the keyboard. Quite a mess when in the raw state and many arduous second thoughts are given to finally produce the copy that hits the site. That it's even read at all -- allegedly -- makes for quite a feat.

Right from the start, the Comic Shop was never going to regurgitate the copy of the comic book and merchandising companies. It was all about the fun, engaging and loopy times when reading a comicbook. Sure, while "engaging" might need as much work as "fun," at least loopy is there. And how.

And it was never going to be a straight up satire thing either. That stuff's a little too forced at the meat. What it then ends up as is a weird mixed combination and separation of both and all sorts of things. You have copy, you have satire, you have weirdness. Ultimately, you should have fun.

Take an image, concoct a balls-out-the-window story.

Let sense find its own way. Eventually.