To be honest, I’m too boring to have been to a Rave. But I’ve seen things that were purported to be raves on television.
So… this may or may not look like a rave. If you’ve been to raves, feel free to discuss what it could or should have looked like.
I’m sure the fluffy pink handcuffs were a slick notion- while everyone else was tying bandanas around their ankles, the OMG team were getting that smart set of clicks as the cuffs ratcheted down onto them, where, fuzzy or not, I bet they were a darn sight less fun to run in than a scrap of cheap cotton.
Also, D.J. is probably gonna GET it, when… y’know…they don’t have to be within arm’s reach of retaliation.
Ooooh, lots and lots of panels! And an odd number of them, to boot! Very out-of-the-ordinary. This whole 2020 thing must have gotten to me.
Maybe I can do even more panels on special days this year. You know the ones. Like, 02-02-2020. That’ll be a fine day.
I bet that date is so entertaining that some crackpot somewhere is predicting that it’ll be the end of the world or something. Like, y’know… “At 2:20:20 on 02-02-2020 preee-cisely, dadgum if’n it ain’t gon’ be th’ end of th’ dang ol’ world! Get yo’selfs right with Heaven, Y’all!”
But I know what I’m gonna do.
Keep the radio and TV on, ’cause it’ll be that time and day in Australia WAY before it is where I am. If I hear, on 02-01-2020 (which will be the next day already in Australia) that Australia… I dunno, fell off the planet or burst into flames or something even weirder, then we’ll know that Rev’rund Peavine Forrest Bubba Huckleberry was right. We’ll have HOURS to say, “Well, doggone if he wasn’t right. Hey, let’s go loot a store or something before the end of the world.”
Hmm. That wasn’t at all what I had intended to say today.
Look around. There’s lot of examples of unwieldy mascot names that, technically, are supposed to be used in total, every time.
The smart lawyers, though, with the budget to do it, also trademark a cute, short, nickname for the mascot.
You guys ever do this new kind of TV watching? Binge something? You know, watch a season’s worth of show without the commercials, like it’s a ten hour movie or something?
My wife’s been watching ‘Mindhunter’. I’ve been catching bits of it, expecting to say, “Ah ha! I remember that, because I read the book years ago!” But nothing struck that chord.
Then I got a sort of vague sense of the time since I’d read it… and realized I really didn’t remember any of it at all.
So I got it on audible.com and I’ve been re-acquainting myself with it.
Aaaaaaand now I won’t be able to sleep, ’cause there are some completely absolutely positively messed up people in the world and some of the worst of them are running around my imagination now.
Thanks, books. [sarcastic tone]
Skin grafts sound bad. They sound like something you need after a cat licks your hand. Those felines have, like, 60-grit tongues.
They make these gigantic books called ‘Artist Editions’ of old comics and stuff. Ginormous pages like two feet tall. I finally ponied up for one of MAD comics. (Before the Magazine, MAD was a comic book)
Anyhow, the pages are photographic shots of the original art pages, so you can see erasures and some pencil lines, and the zip-a-tone they used for gray areas, and the various pen and brush strokes. It’s awesome.
On the other hand, it makes me feel inadequate, so it also sucks.
But it makes me pay more attention to my brush lines and lettering, so it’s awesome.
But it makes me wish even more that I could dawdle and take my time over every panel of Hubris and I can’t, so it sucks.
What about you guys? Anything you know of that has both Awesomeness and Suckitude?
I look forward to mounting chaos. I hope you do, too.
This Outdoorfest could take a while to chronicle, I think.
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