Where do words come from, Dad?

They come from neurotic French robots, son.

See?

Thanks to the people at cartoonbrew.

I like the tiny showcase because there is a lot of stuff to look at there. Like Jacob Goble (at right). And a bazillion fertile links.

Man-e-thanks to veer blog!

When I need to get caught up on the transition from Alan Greenspan to Ben Bernanke, I turn to the Economist. When I am curious about independent Thai directors, like Wisit Sasanatieng, I flip open my copy of Film Comment.

For coverage of Bombu's invasion of New York, however, these magazines' coverage is pretty skimpy. That's when I turn to Where Monsters Dwell, one of several Monster titles (by the usually-godawful Marvel Comics) which actually does try to live up the standards of Jack Kirby.

Click on the illustration at left to enlarge. The dialogue is scrumtrilescent.









It's got funny words, authentic Kirby reprints, and new art from the scintillating Mike Allred (at left). This man, with Mike Mignola, keeps the Kirby torch burning bright in our dark and un-Kirby-like world.

I don't have time for contemporary comics, as a rule, but I can't complain about the Two Mikes. They are kirbtastic!

Q: That's one fine-looking doll! Where can I get one?
A: You can get it at from puffy smalls, which is one tentacle of the paper rad art mafia.

You know the world's largest living creature? That mushroom in Oregon? Paper rad is just like that mushroom. Watch it grow! Wash your hands afterwards!

Kneel before ZEMOG!

plus Jayuya, Aib's earlier band.

Hey look! A Dalek video by Terry Gilliam! No, wait, it's actually by the 47th floor, but it is very nicely done in TerryVision, and you will be glad you saw it.

If you have Terry's email, then forward it to him, would you?

Mad props, again, to hydrocephalicbunny. Wot up HCB?!? Peace out.

I mentioned Studio AKA in my entry the other day about La Chute De L'Ange. I keep a link to AKA handy at all times, in the lefthand margin of this cornucopia-cum-blog. However, it lately occurs to me that I might suggest my favorite way to navigate thru the AKA site, because it's a Flash site that won't bookmark very well, and because not everything at the site is equal in off-the-proverbial-hook-ness.


Ergo, my suggestion is to:
(a.) Avoid operating heavy machinery, or becoming pregnant, while navigating the site.
(b.) Click on the aforementioned link.
(c.) Click on PEOPLE
(d.) Click on MARC CRASTE.
(e.) Gnash your teeth in astonishment.
(f.) Check out the rest of the site, after a period of rest.
(g.) Make your own beautiful and eerie masterpiece of lived-in-looking animation.

There are plenty of places to learn about magnificent Chinese boomboxes from the 1980s, and I have no interest in interfering with these places. And yet, when I find the Boombox Museum, can I keep silent? Not in good conscience.

If you don't already know about Emily Flake, then take a minute to school yerself. She is syndicated in lots of free hipster weeklies (f'rinstance, my beloved Weekly Dig here in Boston) and apparently also appears in McSweeney's. As Stevie says, isn't she lovely?

Today is a joyful day at my house! In 1986 I found a dubbed cassette inside a greasy boombox, in the basement of the Japanese restaurant I worked at in high school. I loved the tape, and played it over and over for all my friends. Never could read the Japanese handwriting on the tape.

Cut to 20 years later: found Haruomi Hasono on the web, ordered the CD of that greasy cassette.. and today it arrives!

Happy

Haruomi Hasono Day

to you!!