The Minnesota Supreme Court finally declared Al Franken the winner of his US Senate race! It's now time for the weaselly Republican Governor of that fine state to sign the election certificate so Franken can take his place in the now filibuster proof Senate majority!
So join me, angry devil baby,
and Che Guevara's super hot granddaughter
in congratulating Senator Al Franken (D) Minnesota on his massive legal victory today!
Next up for you Minnesotans, if you don't freeze to death in your hellishly long winter that is, is to dump that bat shit crazy Michelle Bachman. That crazy woman taints your entire state with her idiocy, just like Sally Kern does to Oklahoma.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Finally!
Mortified
I am absolutely mortified that someone I went to college with is stupid enough to believe in creationism. It boggles my mind that someone who went to a four year college can come out of it believing that superstitious nonsense.
I added this person as a friend on Facebook the other day because we were acquaintances back at ol' King College and we were both history majors. He was a couple of years behind me and was a nice enough guy. I knew he believed in that Christian mumbo jumbo but I assumed he had enough sense to realize that evolution is true and that creationism and intelligent design are fake science that can't be proven. But I was wrong.
His status update yesterday proclaimed that he was looking forward to going to the creationist museum and to some Cinncinatti Reds baseball games while on vacation. Ok, going to a Reds game is bad enough, not quite as bad attending a Washington Nationals or Baltimore Orioles game, but come the fuck on, the creationist museum? I was hoping was going to go so that he could mock it, as my buddy Keith did last year, but I was wrong again. I asked him via Facebook if he has fallen for that nonsense of creationism and he quoted me back a bible verse and said that yes, he had fallen for it.
It's beyond me how people can ignore the mountains of scientific evidence so that they can cling to lies of their chosen religion. The earth is not a little over 6000 years olds like the evangelists and true believers say it is, it's millions of years old. You know how we know that? Science. Science has not only proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that the earth is millions of years old, it's also given us things like modern medicine, air conditioning, central heat, cars, television, the space program. You know what religion has given us? Fear, hatred, and willful ignorance that is not only stupid, it's dangerous and it kills.
I feel sorry for my old college mate. He's chosen to stay in the shadows cowering in fear of his almighty god while he ignores all the beauty and wonder of science and intelligence. He's chosen to have one fixed thought and position in his life and to try to make all things outside of his religion fit into his rigid Bronze age scheme of things. When we didn't know how things worked we invented a god who loved us and said that he made it all for us. Now that we know better we need to put the metaphor of god and religions in their proper place, the fiction shelf.
This whole business about evolution and science can and should be accepted by "committed" Christians. And for the most part most of them accept evolution and science as facts that are not incompatiable with their faith, I have other friends who are devout believers and they square all this evolution business with their religion by claiming that their god is behind it all, which is wrong but as long as they don't deny evolution is real and happening as we speak then that's a moral victory for science and reason. But I guess there are some people who are just too stubborn to accept the facts.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Janet loved her family...
...and she loved them a whole lot more after lacing their salads with Thorazine and model airplane glue.
I was a teenage sex symbol
It's been awhile since I regaled all of you with a story from my sordid past so I thought I'd share two tales of my awesome teenage sex appeal with you.
I lived in the world's worst area to be a teenager, Lee County, VA. Lee County was, and probably still is, extremely boring. Sure, it's fine if you're a farmer, a prison guard (they recently built a federal prison there), or if you just love being stuck in a county where the big entertainment is jeering at homosexuals and going to yet another revival at yet another Christian cult church. I lived in Lee County from 1974 to 1980 and if it hadn't been for smoking pot, sneaking beers and cheap wine when we did, and reading Rolling Stone and Time magazine to find out what was going on in the outside world then I would have gone bat shit insane.
I lived on Aunt Rageholic and Uncle Adultery's farm which was located about a half hour outside of town. And when I say town I mean Jonesville. And the thing you need to know about Jonesville is that it's literally a one horse town. It's tiny. It has one stoplight and it's not even a regular traffic light, it's a flashing red light in the middle of town. There's not much to do in Jonesville if you're a rambunctious curious teenager with a zest for living. Most of my free time back then was spent on the farm, I was stuck there because I did not drive, some day I'll share that saga with you, and because Aunt Rageholic ruled things with an iron fist and most of the time I was forced to stay at home during expeditions into town. Even though we always had a station wagon or a big ol' Chevy Surburban there was no room for me in either vehicle when there was house work to be done and there was always housework to be done, he said while rolling his eyes.
On the rare occasions when I was allowed to go into town one of the places I always went was the pool hall. It was an old timey pool hall with a bunch of pool tables and pinball machines, this was pre arcade style video game era. The pool hall was managed by a mildly retarded man everyone called Bear.
Bear was in his mid 40's/early 50's during this time period. He not only was mildly retarded, he had a speech impediment which stemmed from an early childhood accident. When I say Bear managed the place, what he really did was just open the doors in the morning, make change all day long, swept up the place, turned on the lights when it got dark, picked up trash, and closed the doors and locked the doors at night. He lived in a tiny room in the back of the place.
The other thing about Bear was he was gay. And for some reason I caught his fancy. Crazy, I know. He loved to smile and wink at me, well more like leer and lick his lips at me when ever I happened to catch him checking me out. In fairness to him I was pretty hot. Here's my senior year picture:
Back off ladies, I'm taken.
Anyhoo, I'd be playing pinball or shooting pool and Bear would waddle, he was a shade over weight, over to me and whistle and leer at me. I used to use a lot of body English while playing those old school pinball games and he would stand behind me and say things like, "I like the way you shake your ass boy," although due to his speech impediment it would sound like he was saying, "I lak de way oo shake oor ahh bo." He'd also tell me all the time that he'd even pay me for a piece. He'd say, "I'll give you five dollars for a piece of ass boy," which actually sounded like, "Five da pi ahh bo."
It all creeped me out. I had to push him away from me several times when he invaded my personal space. He'd laugh and make kissey faces at me and I'd gag at the thought of him touching me and at the urine smell he exuded. Eventually I quit going in there because of him and his constant unwanted attention.
But it turns out that Bear wasn't the only guy in town who wanted me. There was a guy in my small high school who always wanted to be my buddy but I just didn't like him. It was one of those things where he and I didn't have much in common and we were into different things, so no matter how much he wanted it, I wasn't going to hang out with him or be his BFF.
I got a vibe off him that he wanted to be more than just my friend and on graduation night he made a clumsy move on me, which in retrospect I'm not sure why he did because even though I didn't have a girlfriend, it was screamingly obvious I was into girls. Anyway, on the night of our graduation there were four or five parties going on in town and I was determined to hang out all night and go to all of them if I could. The guy in question was at a party at someone's house, I forget who's it was now, but as the night progressed he got drunker and he became agressive towards me. Him and a few of his friends surrounded me in a dark room and he grabbed me and he began pusing his dick on me, we were all fully clothed but really really stoned and drunk. He was passing what he was doing off as being funny, but as I was telling him to stop he got rougher and at one point he had his buddies hold my arms while he gyrated on me. He was laughing and I could feel him trying to undo my pants and I finally yelled atthe top of my lungs, "Get your hands and your dick off me Mark. This isn't funny! I don't fucking like it!" He hissed in my ear, "Shut up!" I had to yell again and finally he got off me and his buddies let my arms go. As soon as they did I pushed him against the wall and I left for another party with some friends.
When I got to the other party Mark and his posse showed up about an hour later and he began telling people that I took his joke the wrong way and that I was a sissy for yelling and for not laughing and playing along. I was still pissed about what had went down and when I heard him say that shit I wanted to kick his ass but he was much bigger than I was and he would have wiped the floor with me and he would have gotten off while doing it. So when I saw him sit down near the fire, this party was outside in a field, I walked over and I "tripped" on a non existent rock which caused me to dump the two beers I was holding all over him. He jumped up and cussed at me but since there were so many people around he didn't dare hit me. He did say he was going to kick my sissy ass the next time he saw me but as luck would have it we moved out of Jonesville the next day and I never saw him or Bear again.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
"That's right Jimmy...
...you're going to ride in the engine and your hot sister is going to ride up front with me and she's going to find out why it's called a cockpit."
The three
I never liked Ed McMahon. He was one of those people who got famous for being famous. He had no real talent besides being able to laugh at Johnny Carson's jokes. But I did love Johnny. When I was a teenager being able to stay up through the whole hour and a half of The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson made me feel like such a grown up. I detested Ed's obsequiousness but I loved Johnny's jokes, timing, delivery, and interviews. Watching Johnny meant you got to see the master of talk but you had to put up with his stupid fat friend.
McMahon's career after the Tonight Show was nothing to write home about. He was affiliated one of those scam sweepstakes companies, that awful Star Search show, and other pieces of dreck. Then in the last years of his life he claimed bankruptcy for whatever reason but I couldn't muster any sympathy for him because if you lived in the limelight all those years and you never learned to manage your money after being famous, then fuck you. He got paid handsomely for what he did but he either squandered it or was too lazy to do the due diligence he should have done with the people he trusted to manage his money.
I'm not going to miss him but I still miss Johnny like crazy.
Like all horny teens in the 1970's I had a crush on Farrah. She was everywhere, on TV, in movies, in magazines, on posters in bedrooms, which were always suspiciously close to beds for some reason. I didn't care for Charlie's Angels but I sure didn't mind seeing Farrah. I remember going to see Logan's Run and thinking I was going to hit the jackpot because she was in it. I did hit the jackpot but not because of Farrah. It was in Logan's Run that I discovered Jenny Agutter. Sure Farrah looked hot in the film but she only had what amounted to a cameo, Jenny on the other hand was not only the female lead, she also was topless in it, hubba hubba!
Farrah went on to escape her jiggly bimbo TV image somewhat with star turns in some hard hitting projects like The Burning Bed and others, but in the '90's she had to fall back on posing for Playboy and acting bat shit crazy on the Letterman show. Personally I think Ryan O'Neal kept her coked up and that's why she was so off for during that time. She fought a brave and very public battle against cancer and I'll miss her.
Michael Jackson has been dead to me for quite some time. He died after he came out with whatever he followed up Thriller with. For many years in the late 1970's and early '80's no one was bigger or had more talent than Michael. He was huge. Off the Wall and Thriller were monster albums that yielded hit after hit. I danced, very badly mind you, to many of them in discos and nightclubs during that time. I remember the night Thriller premiered on MTV. It was a snowy day in in Bristol, it snowed so much as a matter of fact that they canceled classes at my college, so a bunch of us pooled our money and we went and bought a shitload of liquor, some pot, and some beer and we went to someone's apartment to hang out and get wasted in advance of it coming on MTV that night. Things got out of hand as the day progressed into evening and propriety prevents me from sharing the exact details of what I was doing but I did stop long enough to see Thriller for the firt time and given the context of the times and what was on MTV at that time, it was amazing. Every black musician owes Michael Jackson a debt for his trailblazing work on MTV.
And then as his fame and his riches grew it all fell apart. He went from being a black singer to a white freak show.
He denied he bleached his skin and he denied that he had a special feeling towards little boys but our eyes and his actions said otherwise. His bizarre behavior turned off most people and as they began to turn off from him his behavior got stranger and stranger. He married Lisa Marie Presley, spent millions on making Neverland a magical place for little boys, and basically tried to become a white Diana Ross. His music never attained the greatness it once had, and people stopped buying his records in droves. As his adulation and fame dried up he tried to get it back but it backfired. He was found not guilty of molesting a boy but the court of public opinion had spoken and his career, despite his latest attempt at a comeback, was over.
He died full of drugs and nearly bankrupt after having been one of the most successful entertainers of my lifetime. I guess he was living proof that fame and money are not easy to handle, especially when you're as bizarre and mentally fucked up as he was.
Death comes to us all sooner or later, in Farrah's case it came too soon.
Friday, June 26, 2009
And now, here's a word from America's most exciting teenagers
"Remember kids, Jesus hates it when you have premarital sex, unless you're Bristol Palin and then it's totally cool."Notes on Iran
When the brave, heroic, cute, and cuddly Iranians who are protesting the theft of their democratic election take to the streets later and start chanting "Death to America" and "Death to Israel," I hope all of you who are so supportive of them now will as as supportive of their demonstrations then too. 
What you need to understand and what the corporate media refuses to tell you is that the Iranian people who are taking to the streets don't want to become like us in the west. They have a democracy, they are one of the few countries in that part of the world that does as a matter of fact. What they want is for their government to be respectful of their democracy and to count the votes in the last election properly.
Now, does that sound familiar to anyone? It should because after having two elections stolen by the Republicans that's what some of us on the left wanted. The only thing that is different is that we were too lazy to get off our fat asses and take to the streets like the Iranians are doing. Instead some of us took to the streets to protest the war and to impeach Bush and Cheney. No one in the corporate media called us brave or heroic, they instead called us all sorts of hateful things, like traitors and cowards.
Don't fall into the trap of thinking that the Iranian people want the same things we want. They don't. They may like the American people but they hate our government and what it's done to them in the past. The fact the our government helped overthrow their government in the 1950's so we could install the Shah as our puppet so we could exploit their oil fields and make their country bulwark against the Soviet Union is drilled into every school child from day one. They are told all about how the Shah and the CIA tortured people who spoke out against the corporations who were sending their oil to the USA, the Shah, and the USA in general. So rightfully they see our government as an aggressor and as something that needs to be kept out, not as something they want meddling in their country.
Just like in the USA not everyone in Iran supports their government 100 percent of the time and just like here some of them try to speak out when they can. And just like here those that speak out are arrested, harassed, and imprisoned on trumped up charges. And some are even killed, just like here. Yes, it's true, this country has killed it's homegrown critics like the Iranian government is doing now.
So don't get all misty eyed and think that Iran is going to wake up tomorrow and clamor to become the USA, they aren't. What some people are clamoring for is for their voices to be heard and their votes to be counted properly. You know, just like the way we did during all that time our votes were tossed out and our voices were ignored during the Bush years. And they way it looks like they're going to be in the Obama administration. The Iranians are fighting against religious extremists, we're fighting against corporate interests, religious extremists, and a do nothing Congress who will sell us out every chance they get.
Hmmmm, maybe we should take to the streets to protest the corporate-ocracy, perhaps it would embolden the dissident Iranians and maybe we could inspire each other to truly change our countries for the better.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Happy Birthdays!
Happy birthday wishes go out today to a couple of the most important people in my life.
It's my friend and brother from another mother Todd Covert's birthday today!
Todd is one of the finest improv guys on the planet. He's a damn fine guitarist as well. And he makes me laugh like nobody else can. Happy birthday you bastard!
And as luck would have it, it's also Sparky's birthday today too! 
Your chocolate cake won't be as fancy as the one above honey, but it'll be good nonetheless. Happy birthday sweetie! And thanks for putting up with me for another year.
Yay June 25th!
It's time for another episode of 'Fun with South Carolina politicians'
"Hey everybody, South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford here. How ya'll doin'? I guess you heard about me cheatin' on my wife. There was a few things I forgot to add about this whole affair at the press conference so I wanna use this space Dr. Monkey has given me to expound on a few things.
First off, I want ya'll to know I was this far off from being born a girl.
Hahahaha, just kiddin.' I'm a Republican sex machine so you know I'm packing some serious heat. You ladies out there are asking yourselves, how big is he? I know you are. I'm not gonna tell you because I was taught not to do two things, brag about my dong and take stimulus money from a black dude, but I can show you how big I am:
Oh yeah, so you can see why I had to cheat on my wife. With that much of me to go around how can I be expected to keep it in my pants? And ya'll know what? It's cool that I dipped my extra large wick in that Argentine cooz because before I tapped it, I prayed on it and Jesus told me it was cool if I did it. He also told me to sacrifice one of my sons on an altar and to shave my head and wear wiglet named Herman but I was pretty sure he was just fuckin' with me so I didn't do the last two things. I know in my heart Jesus was okay with it, hell one out of three ain't bad!
Jesus is also cool with a dude gettin' a little thumb up his butt action while engaged in sweet sweet heterosexual activity. My wife wouldn't believe me no matter how many times I told her about it. So I had to give myself the old thumb in the poop shute every once in a while just for kicks. Which is why she started callin' me 'Stinkfinger.' And every time she did that I'd have to remind her that the thumb ain't a finger, it's a thumb. 
And that's another reason why I had to have my affair because my wife was maknig fun of Jesus approved sex practices. 'Stinkfinger' my ass, I really showed my wife who's got the stinky finger didn't I?
But you know what? After Jesus told me it was okay to stray and I banged that Argentine gal, I got hooked on doin' it with other peoples besides my wife. My lust for new conquests knew no bounds. Here's a shot of me hittin' on a black dude:
And that's another reason why I had to have my affair because my wife was maknig fun of Jesus approved sex practices. 'Stinkfinger' my ass, I really showed my wife who's got the stinky finger didn't I?But you know what? After Jesus told me it was okay to stray and I banged that Argentine gal, I got hooked on doin' it with other peoples besides my wife. My lust for new conquests knew no bounds. Here's a shot of me hittin' on a black dude:
He gave me the brush off but I hooked up with that Jew Elliot Spitzer and we had a three way with a green toothed road whore in a truck stop along Interstate 95 outside of Orangeburg, SC. Good times, good times.And now that I got caught, don't think I'm gonna stop. This cat is out of the bag and I'm out for new and more dangerous kicks baby. I plan to go to a glory hole, get greased up with Larry Craig and go to some airport restrooms, take my sons to swinger parties, but before I do all that, I've got a date with a couple of pigs:
And as soon as I get rid of these hogs, me and these reporter pigs are gonna get hopped up on some LSD and V8 juice while we get naked and explore each others body cavities.What? It's not like I don't have the time, the legislative session is over and I just got back from a bone burying expedition to Argentina, so my schedule is clear. Bring on the good times baby!"
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Goodbye Sweetwater
After taking part in the Saturday memorial service for Jeremy "Sweetwater" Mullins, we decided to hit the road early Sunday morning so we could attend his final memorial service in Savannah, GA. The service on Saturday was for friends and family in our area and the one on Monday in Savannah was for his students and his work colleagues. His mom wanted Sparky at both services so we attended both.
I had been to Savannah about 12 years ago when we took a beach trip to Hilton Head Island. We drove over to Savannah during that trip and we spent the day sight seeing and enjoying the historic district, so I was not unfamiliar with Savannah. After a 6 and a half hour drive we hit town. This may come as a shock to you but sometimes I'm not the easiest person to travel with. Until I get to where I'm going and I find out generally where all my destinations are I get kind of stressed and I can be a tad, well ok, a whole fucking bunch, testy. So after finally seeing where we were supposed to be for the service on Monday on Tybee Island, which is about 15 miles outside of Savannah, we argued, oops, I mean we drove back to town to find a hotel. We had decided that since we were only there for a couple of days we'd get a nice room in a nice place.
And boy did we ever get a nice room at this place:
It's a shade pricey but it was less than a room on Tybee Island and it was in the heart of the historic district of Savannah. After getting checked in and acclimated, it was after 5 PM so we decided to get in a little sightseeing before supper.
The first sight I saw was the bust across the street from our hotel. As soon as I saw it I began channeling my inner Whiskey Marie. After that bit of fun we hit the shops on River Street to see what we could see.
In addition to Artsy's Art Gallery we saw Fudgey's Fudge-a-teria, Hattie's Hat Emporium, Shirty McShirtyson's Shirt Palace, and many other similarly named stores. Okay, I lied, only Artsy's Art Gallery had a dumb ass name. 
As luck would have it I ran across a MENSA meeting. These mental giants were discussing which would be more disgusting, if they pissed in the street or the 'woman' on the left flashed her 'boobs' at every one. We scurried away before they came to a decision. Oh, and the reason they look so hot and sweaty in that photo is because it was 95 degrees with 110 percent humidity, I shit you not. And it only got hotter as the days wore on.
One of the things I like about Savannah is that it's a funky old city with a great mix of old colonial buildings and new construction. Everywhere you look downtown you see renovated buildings that may be businesses or someone home. That doggie was livin' large in a renovated house just off one of the city's historic squares.
Another cool thing about Savannah is all the neat shops. This store sold nothing but honey related items:
And this one, called Paris Market, sold a mix of European antiques, books, and a bunch of esoteric stuff:
I loved those two prints a lot. But I didn't love the prices they had on them so much, so I didn't buy them.
Savannah, in addition to being many other things, is a food town. It's got scores of locally owned restaurants, bakeries, and cafes. We had some great meals while there. One of them was at a place on River Street called Huey's. Sparky had shrimp and grits, and they were fabulous, and I had shrimp and crab au gratin with grits and okra. Mine was good too but they got the shrimp and crab au gratin as hot as the surface of the sun before they served it to me. After it cooled it was very good. Dinner the next night was pretty darn good too. We had it at a Thai/Vietnamese place called Saigon. Sparky enjoyed her Vietnamese fried rice with seafood but she would have enjoyed it more without the super chewy calamari. My lemongrass chili seafood with Jasmine rice was excellent.
We had some good breakfasts as well. While walking around downtown Monday morning we searched for a nice place to eat. We walked up and down the downtown streets until we saw this:
That was the line for breakfast at Paula Deen's restaurant. Evidently she's from Savannah and now that she's hit it big, her products are in every store in town and her restaurant is packed all the time. The breakfast special that day was deep fried lard that was dipped in fat and then rolled in flour and sauteed in bacon fat that was then stuffed inside a fat netting and stuffed up the rear end of a suckling pig which had been boiled in fat. Oh wait, that's the breakfast special every day at Paula Deen's restaurant. We decided not to join the rubes and would be star fuckers at Paula's place and we had breakfast around the corner. We didn't have to wait in line, we got in out of the oppressive heat, and our meal was mighty tasty.
For the rest of Monday morning and early afternoon we walked around the historic district.
We went into an antique store that promised three floors of antiques. What it failed to mention that it was three floors of antique chairs and bulky furniture. After a few more visits to some disappointing antique stores and a jaunt back to the room to shower, we decided to venture out once more before heading to Tybee Island for the memorial service. In our afternoon wanderings we found this great used book store:
It was chock full of quality used books on all subjects. I could have stayed in there for days browsing. But since the service beckoned we left after buying three books, one by Amy Sedaris, a book about some dudes travels in India, and a book about food. What can I say, we like our humor, our arm chair travelling, and food.
The memorial service was a home run. Over a hundred people turned out for it and quite a lot of them shared sweet, funny, touching stories about how Jeremy impacted their lives. Some of his students spoke, his past roommates, his former co-workers, and I could tell that his mother loved hearing about what a great friend/teacher/co-worker her son had been. Everyone who spoke made the comment that Jeremy was one of the nicest guys they ever met, which was a credit to his mother and the way she brought him up. After everyone had a chance to share their thoughts and stories about Jeremy the whole crowd followed his mom, his step dad, and his girlfriend down to the ocean where they spread his ashes out over the water.
Judging by how many folks showed up at his service and how well they all spoke of him, Jeremy "Sweetwater" Mullins will be missed, and missed greatly.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I'm back
Details of the trip to Savannah and Tybee Island to follow later, however in the meantime enjoy this photo of a deer humping a wine bottle.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
AWOL
I'll be AWOL from my blog o' terror for a few days due to a death in our midst. The son of one of Sparky's oldest work friends died unexpectedly and we're attending the various services and helping her out where we can.
Her late son, who's name was Jeremy, was also a friend to Sparky. She baby sat him at work many times when he was 8 and 9 years old. The thing Jeremy loved to do most was to draw and create cartoons. He had been into comic books and superheroes all his life. As he grew his passion for creating never left him. He went on to graduate college and then got an MFA from the Savannah College of Art and Design, or SCAD. For many years he worked for the newspaper in Savannah doing their graphic art stuff and he did web work on the side. A little over a year ago he got his dream job, teaching cartooning and the comic book arts at his alma mater. He loved teaching and his students loved him.
That photo was taken just a few weeks ago at the end of the academic year. By all accounts Jeremy would have made teaching at SCAD his career, and he would have been great at it. But on a hiking trip in the Catskills with his girlfriend he slipped and fell off a high ledge. His girlfriend made it down to where he was and he lasted long enough to pass away as she held him. He was only 32 when he died in that freak accident.
Sparky loved him. She told me about him many times in our years together. She'd tell me how proud of him she was and what a great artist he was and how she'd watch him draw when she watched him while her mother went to meetings at work. She'd watch him amazement as young Jeremy would come up with all kinds of stories to go with his drawings, and he do all the different characters voices as well. It made her so happy to hear about his climb through his profession. Understandably then his death at so young an age has been devastating for his family and for all their friends like Sparky. I never met him but I feel like I knew him from all her stories about him.
Anyway, like I said, we'll be attending various memorial functions for Jeremy that will prevent me from blogging for a few days. I'll be back on the interwebs sooner than you think. I know times are tight and money is in short supply but if you can spare a buck or two then please consider giving it to the scholarship fund his family has set up at SCAD. Here's the address and phone number:
Jeremy Mullins Sequential Art Scholarship
Savannah College of Art and Design
P.O. Box 3146
Savannah, GA 31402-3146
(912) 525-5868
Also if you like you can see some of his art and comics by Googling the words Jeremy Mullins.
I'll see you all in a few days, be sweet and kind to one another while I'm gone because you never know when death is going to come to you and yours.
Restablishing my geek cred
Here's some of my favorite comic book artists of all time:
Jim Steranko
Joe Kubert
Steve Ditko
Walt Simonson
Jack Kirby
John Severin
George Perez
Bill SienkiewiczThings I learned from watching a Hammer horror movie
I picked this DVD up at Big Lots for $3 the other day:
I finally finished watching it last night. I learned some very important lessons from it and they are:
- If someone has to ask if the thing they are doing is dangerous, it most likely is.
- If someone asks if something is dangerous and the person they ask assures them it's not dangerous, then the activity they are engaging in is highly dangerous and most likely will result in one or more deaths.
- Man made monsters always go after hot women.
- Never make friends with doctors named Frankenstein, Franck, or Stein.
- Never give a fancy dress party where women get all gussied up and wear gowns and jewels and classical musicians play because man made monsters love to crash parties where women get all gussied up and wear gowns and jewels and classical musicians play.
- Never trust the hired help to keep secrets, especially ones who refuse to bathe.
- If a mad scientist dies, make sure you destroy his brain.
- All man made monsters are cannibals and they have a problem with drooling.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Attention people of teh internets!
There seems to be a huge problem facing us all today and I think you know what it is.
That's right, it's the profound lack of pictures of young British actress Jeany Spark on the internets. I was only able to find these three of her:
I'm not counting the ones on IMDB since those douchebags don't let you use pictures off their website any more. Please people of teh interwebs, find, scan, and upload more photo's of Ms. Spark ASAP. And while you're at it, write the BBC and demand that they cast Ms. Spark in more of their productions.
Thank you, that is all for now.
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