Thursday, January 29, 2009

OUR WHACKY UNCLE BILL



Still on the alien space craft, Uncle Bill keeps out of sight while the hairy robot monster gets the neon fix.

RUN FOR COLD CLIMATES!



I have managed to fuck up the third finger of my left hand. Currently the digit is a gothic sunset of magenta, purple, and black, and sufficiently swollen to make typing difficult. It seems to be recovering, however, and I hope all will be well tomorrow. Mercifully our pal Faux Smoke sent over this item…

“The Texas Department of Transportation isn't laughing at the ghoulish warning that appeared on an Austin traffic sign. Someone altered the digital sign to warn drivers to "run" from the "zombies ahead." "The end is near!!!!!!!!!" the sign exclaimed. "Caution! Zombies ahead!!!" "Run for cold climates," the sign instructed motorists. While some people found it funny, TxDOT says the signs are there to display traffic information. The department is now trying to figure out who hacked into its digital road sign system.”

The secret words are Brain Food.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

BOOZE IN SPACE


Last night, my TV told me there were vast clouds of alcohol in deep space. I decided that I should Google this for information and confirmation and it turns out to be perfectly true, although there would seem to be a little confusion as to whether it’s ethyl alcohol (drinkable) or methyl alcohol (undrinkable).

“Astronomers based at Jodrell Bank Observatory have discovered a giant bridge of methyl alcohol, spanning approximately 288 billion miles, wrapped around a stellar nursery. The gas cloud could help our understanding of how the most massive stars in our galaxy are formed. The new observations were taken with the UK's MERLIN radio telescopes, which have recently been upgraded. The team studied an area called W3(OH), a region in our galaxy where stars are being formed by the gravitational collapse of a cloud of gas and dust.” Click for more.

The secret word is Cheers

PORKERS IN OFFICE



This creature is John Boehner. He is the oily and unnaturally tanned leader of the House Republicans and he and his slithy toaves have spent the first week of the Obama presidency bitching and moaning about the economic rescue package. Amid all the other carping, was a sneering sideswipe at a $50 million allocation to the National Endowments for the Arts (chump change compared to what been shoveled into the banks with no appreciable result.) “Ho, ho,” declared Boehner and a team of his snide henchpersons, “how many jobs is that going to create?” In fact, it could create a whole bunch of jobs. For artists. Back in the Great Depression, the WPA ensured the survival of a multitude of artists from Jackson Pollock to Woody Guthrie. A nation that denigrates art is a nation that’s lost it’s soul.

PROLETARIAT PINUP #5



“Remember the words of Karl Marx, my dear comrades. ‘Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time.’”

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

THIS MUST HAVE BEEN A VERY ODD MAGAZINE #3



It’s been a long day and fortunately I have another cover from the amazing Sir magazine to cover my ass, so to speak, because I am bone weary and totally not in the mood to write very much even though the bloody Republicans continue to piss me off. So please grok the fullness of Sir’s absurdity, and we’ll all reconvene later on the merry morrow. But wait. There is more…

THIS TIME WE NOT ONLY HAVE A COVER BUT AN INSIDE PAGE






And it turns out that one of the marijuana addicts mentioned on the Sir cover is none other than calypso singer Robert Mitchum. (See last Sunday) The Sir story dates back to the time when he was busted for ganga. If you're not familiar with the details, click here.

The secret word is Day-O

John Updike – RIP


Monday, January 26, 2009

THE FACE OF THE PORCINE OPPOSITION








Pillhead/clown/blowhard/addict Rush Limbaugh continues his stentorian grunting from a thousand radios, fervently wishing that President Obama will crash and burn in his attempts to become the savior of the nation, and denouncing any Republicans who might try to collaborate with Obama and his people in their efforts to save us from the abyss. Okay, so Rush may have a right to his opinions, but let’s not forget in that his current rhetoric of negativism and destruction is playing directly to the insane core of his audience base and is, above anything else, an attempt to consolidate his ratings in a news market that appears to be exiting the right-talk lunacy. My fervent hope is that Rush and his kind really are yesterday’s media trend, and will contribute to creating what – in the wake of the election, and in the context of Sarah Palin – I called “a rump fragment of the GOP – the Raving Looney Shotgun Hillbilly Jesus Plumber Party who would, if lucky, constitute some 15% of the electorate and never manage to be more than a noisy nuisance the rest of us could tune out.” But let’s not forget Rush is really protecting his bucks. His radio revenue. The money and the merchandize has always been more important than the politics.

And talking of money and Palin, Klondike Barbie is now shopping for a book deal. Seemingly she thinks her name on a dust jacket is worth $11 million, and, if any publishing house makes that deal while the book industry is in terrifying meltdown, it deserves to go instantly bankrupt.

The secret word is Piggy

SHEPARD FAIREY MAY NOT BE SUCH A HERO OF THE REVOLUTION



Valerie sent us this somewhat disturbing story by artist Mark Vallen. It starts…

“Most well known for his "Obey Giant" street posters, Shepard Fairey has carefully nurtured a reputation as a heroic guerilla street artist waging a one man campaign against the corporate powers-that-be. Infantile posturing aside, Fairey’s art is problematic for another, more troubling reason - that of plagiarism.”

Doc40 isn’t taking sides in all this. God knows we gleefully lift any image that isn’t nailed down, but we figured, since Fairey’s Obama images have made him so damned hot, the tale is worth an airing. Click here.

David "Fathead" Newman -- RIP

DOC'S PAPERBACK CLASSIC'S # 53


Lois was never the same after Superman dumped her.

BUT MAYBE THIS PANEL PROVIDES A MORE DETAILED EXPLANATION…


Sunday, January 25, 2009

THE ADVENTURES OF MARILYN (Part 1999)



In which Marilyn realizes that the Molemen have infiltrated the party. She is not fooled by their ploy of disguising themselves in cheap wigs, striped suits and glasses. She is well aware that, while claiming neutrality, the Molemen rarely visit the surface with anything other than malign intent, and have too much in common with the C.H.U.D.s. To avoid an incident, however, Marilyn agrees to dance with one who claims his name is Truman, but who she recognizes as being, beneath the disguise, the notorious Cavern Master Sllubeelyx of the Great Fissure. Marilyn is tempted to complain about the vice-like grip Truman/Sllubeelyx places on her wrist, but again she opts to keep the peace. Then, while Marilyn is distracted, turning to smile at the French Homosexual, the Moleman makes his move. Will Marilyn turn back in time, before he bites off her hand?

(THE ADVENTURES OF MARILYN NOW HAS IT’S OWN PAGE SO THE WHOLE THING CAN BE READ WITHOUT SCROLLING. CLICK HERE)

NO MATTER HOW REVERED, SOME PEOPLE SHOULD PROBABLY NOT RECORD ALBUMS





And to possibly confirm the point (he said with great self-depreciation) here’s a recording from 1977 of The Deviants playing “Let’s Loot The Supermarket Again (Like We Did Last Summer)”. There is a video, but it’s too minimal to signify. Click here

The secret word is Eddie