A stern, last-minute reminder from M.A.D.D. (Muftaks Against Drunk Driving): all ya boozers attending the launch party tonight need to BRING A DESIGNATED DRIVER, or use a taxi service. That goes double for anyone who so much as sips the Electric Lemonade. We don’t want to see your drunk ass behind the wheel of anything besides the gorgeous carousel horse Roxy‘s lending us for the photo booth.
Cheers!
Because it’s Thursday (truly one of the tougher, more unappreciated days of the week) and because it’s always thrilling when a venerated classic from my bootleg tape-trading days resurfaces on Youtube, here’s a “blooper” gem from the vaults.
As legend has it, the voice-over talent for this regional PSA got bored and decided to record an “alternate” version. I totally picture him dressed like Walter Matthau’s character from The Taking of Pelham One-Two-Three and knocking back fifths of Chivas Regal while a golden retriever blows him under the table. UNION.
Hooray, it’s our favorite cosmonomad‘s whelping day! If you’re attending the reception of Zo’s glorious Off World Cloud Hunters, Mutants and the Rest show in Toronto this evening, give her a squish from us, won’t you? If, like me, you were unable to catch the last rocket launch to this blessed event, feel free to join me in mooning over our epic Coilhouse repository of Zo posts. Guaranteed to make your brainy bits go FIZZZZ… and touch you where your bathing suit covers.
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Theremin-soaked electronica duo Zombie-Zombie cites John Carpenter and Goblin as two of their biggest influences. Appropriately, the “unofficial” music video for their Goblinesque tune “Driving This Road Until Death Sets You Free” is a surprisingly complex re-enactment of Carpenter’s The Thing. It features stop-frame animated G.I. Joe dolls wandering stoically through carefully lit, finely crafted model sets, confronting one unearthly horror after another.
I was genuinely creeped out! And suddenly I’m deeply nostalgic for low-budget 80s horror flicks. Time to bust out The Stuff.
(Thanks, Wayne.)
Post-Nerd Prom portrait of your pitiful narrator, afflicted with the dreaded Con Plague, or perhaps some form of eyeball-displacing orbital tumor.
Apologies for not updating in “real time” on Sunday, but I’ve been slimed. That is to say, I have succumbed to the dreaded Con Crud, and could not muster the strength to lift my fingers (blackened, trembling, tumescent with pus) to type this missive until now. Tonight (scabby, delirious, drowning in my own phlegm) I’d like to share a consolidation of ComicKAAAAAHHHHN postcards, and quite possibly my death rattle, with you.
To start things off, here’s a chick straddling a seahorse monster:
This cover image of The Fabulous Women of Boris Vellejo & Julie Bell is fabulous indeed. It would be even more fabulous with the addition of some strategically placed tiny bubbles, don’t you agree?
Weta director/effects supervisor Richard Taylor, yours truly, and the almost intolerably scrumptious prototype for Dr. Grodbort’s Ray-Blunderbuss.
Again, medicine it is the legend.
That’s Captain America’s exposed brain under his arm.
Don’t know what to get Granny for Christmas now that her collection of Hummel figurines is complete? How about this winsome “Bunny Sees Boobs” sculpture by Colin Christian? Think about it.
Here’s pop culture superbrain and potential Provigil poster child Douglas Wolk on the way to moderate his gazillionth panel of the weekend. In addition to being a complete sweetheart, Douglas is one of the most influential journalists in the industry. His fantastic book Reading Comics has been nominated for an Eisner Award this year. Congrats, mister!
EDIT: Reading Comics won the 2008 Will Eisner Award for Best Comics-Related Book! YAY, DOUGLAS!
