lewis lovhaug

Sometimes I want to give Linkara a hug. Not just cause I feel like he needs it sometimes, but because he’s awesome. Every now and then he’ll re-blog some useful information or something sobering, cool, or sweet.

Also I’m glad he exists. Existing is good. Never discredit existing, because there’s a reason for everything, including the things that don’t seem to have a reason. Maybe that’s a reason I want to give him a hug: because that adorable, awesome comic nerd (and nerd in general) exists. ^_^

I kind of want to confess something: I tend to use Adblock on Youtube because, frankly, YouTube ads and random little ads that make noise of their own volition annoy the heck out of me. However, I have recently stopped using it when listening/watching Linkara’s stuff (and some others). I use to do it all the time, but someone said to me one day, “I don’t use it on [Internet person name here] because they helped me through some dark times.” That made me think of all the times Linkara inadvertently cheered me up and I didn’t give anything in return for all his hard work. So, I’m sorry, Lewis. I really am.

I love Fat Grandma!

I just seen the Time Machine I Found at a yard sale review and OMG Fat Grandma is the best character I’ve ever seen like ever!!

After Linkara doing so many serious stories on his show getting to see him portray a character like Fat Grandma was such a treat!
Linkara’s love/hate relationship with her had me dying of laughter and I totally loved how stunned Phelous was by her sass.

You know, I sometimes get asked why Camelot of all films is my favorite movie. And the reason is because it actually changed my life, or at least focused my beliefs into something that was a good solid foundation for a personal philosophy. Those who have power should use it to do good, that violence is not strength, compassion is not weakness, that revenge is utterly pointless. Superheroes are basically the equivalent of modern day knights errant, they go out and help people and fight injustices. But a lot of the best superhero comics are the ones not actually about superheroes hitting supervillains or each other, anything like that. It’s the ones that show that superheroes are about kindness and decency and something far more noble than the adolescent power fantasies that people often critique them as. I think I hate this comic more than any other I’ve ever reviewed, because it is the complete antithesis of everything I believe in. Holy Terror says that you should be unkind, it says you shouldn’t trust people, it says compassion will be repaid with violence, and that violence can only be answered with more violence, and that violence is strength. That hurting others is not only enjoyable and desirable, but that it should be employed first when dealing with threats. It says that if you have power, you should lord that power over others and do harm to them. It says that revenge is a worthy cause. It treats women as either victims or enemies, and don’t assume Natalie Stack is immune to this criticism, trust me, the book ain’t over yet. It tells us we should fear the other, the foreigner, the dark-skinned, the religion that’s not your own. And you know what the damndest thing of all is? I am honest to God afraid of terrorism. Terrorism is real. There are people out there who want to kill me either because I’m from a different country or just because they’re some angry misanthrope with a gun. That applies to both foreign and domestic terrorists. Terrorism is about making someone so afraid that they’ll do what you tell them to. And the grand message of Frank Miller’s Holy Terror is: Be afraid. Be terrified. And let’s give in to that fear. And embrace every dark, sick and inhuman part of our souls as a result, and do everything to them that they will do to us. Franky… you must be so proud.
—  Lewis “Linkara” Lovhaug on Frank Miller’s “Holy Terror”