Brain Farts: August 2004 Archives

New friend links, because I've just got SO DAMN MANY. KThor, Kim, and Jason this time. I forgot them before, on account I'm stupid. They are each lovely and amazing in their own unique way, none of which involves pouting into webcams and and pawing the headstones at the local boneyard while straining to look complex and misunderstood. So give them love, okay? They don't get enough.

And now, Living with Zombies.

I saw these guys a couple weeks ago, at the local con. They do an autobio comic, kind of. Well, I mean, it stars them and everything, but they live in a world where everyone's a zombie. Suddenly. For no reason. Everyone but them. Oh, and their dog.

Fortunately, these guys love zombies. And the bald one shits his pants on the very first page, so what more could you ask for? Click away.

Also, approximately two weeks until the new Sparkneedle. Happy dancing.

Via The Marvelous Patric, who was at this weekends' Chicago Wizard Con. Patric himself got it from someone who heard it from someone who was actually there, so this is now, officially, fourth-hand information. Take that however you will.

Back during the first Bush presidency, Barbara Bush's pet cause was literacy. Maybe you remember that. Anyway, while on the job one day, she got around to discussing her motives for advocating literacy with some campaign staffers.

"I'm interested in promoting literacy because one of my sons has a learning disability," Barb said. "He can't read above an eighth grade level."

...

Yeah.

Betcha she wasn't talking about Jeb.

I hate this.

I walk by it all the time, it's in the lobby of a new office building downtown. And I hate it more every time. It is an absolute mess.

"Oh hey, are you the sculptor? Great. I'd like something that would appear in the background of an obnoxious rap video, being frottered by bikini vixens? Really, just give me the tackiest thing you can manage. I want something Don Magic Juan would try to wrestle off the pedestal and solder to a chain. Will you accept cringes of shame and embarassment from astonished passersby, or will we be paying for this in lowriders and fuzzy purple leisure suits?"

I guess a mere reproduction of Winged Victory of Samothrace just wasn't good enough for Anonymous Glass Box #138361. Not without fifty yards of yellow foil, anyway.

Graffiti is illegal, but if I turned a sandblaster on this obscenity, I'd go to jail.

There is no justice.