Have I shown you my new aPad?
No?
Here it is:
See? It’s totally analog. For I do so love my pencils… Though my erasers seem to die young.
Not to worry. I’ll get with the program. I foresee: a properly 21st Century cellular a mere matter of months in my future…
I hope it has a better connection rate.
It’s almost inevitable: The dog wants to smell my pictures and the camera can’t resist a ludicrously exaggerated nose. Well, who could? Not me.
’tis the season
Photo by Roman.
When the Moon Was Gibbering…
Here is some amazing work from animator Natko Stipaničev:
The description doesn’t really do it justice: “A grandiose transoceanic cruise ship sailing the seas.”
It raises the question: Are we all bozos aboard this ship of fools?
When I encountered this video from animator Ripley Howarth, I was convinced that I had seen it before yet if so it could not have been the entire video as this left me happily fulfilled. Who could imagine this effect from something firmly within the horror genre? But Howarth squared my circle.
The other thing Six Guys reminded me of was the 1965 film by Polish Director Wojciech Has, The Saragossa Manuscript. Well… they do have in common a magically surreal journey as a central part of the storytelling, but Six Guys is very much a horror movie.
Among the many puzzling if not quaint customs preserved by the natives of Chicago is the weekly Watering of the Concrete. Since this is mostly a summertime ceremony, it can be quite refreshing on the hottest of days. The origins and meanings of the ritual are quite obscure but are said to be related to another ritual, The Paying of the Rent.
Associated Press Headline on Yahoo News, 07/29/2022 @ 10:59 AM CDT:
Just what thoughts are forbidden in Oklahoma prisons? And why that thought in particular? Just asking for a friend…
Photo by Roman.
Barnaby Dixon has been having fun with a newly designed puppet. If that’s news to you, it’s time for you to be introduced.
Be sure to catch the blooper reel at the end.
The pacing may have been off a bit, but that comes with the territory when just about every alien in the Hollywood movie universe is (are?) after the Blues Brothers. Because I think it is important that we smile in the rising gloom, may I present to you another video mash-up by Fabrice Mathieu.
I remember Blues Brothers being filmed in Chicago. On one of the filming dates, I was on my bike to Chicago’s south side to get a haircut. It was the last haircut I ever got.
Photo by Roman.
This is another panel from the 2022 Artists of the Wall. This one, I believe, was completed after the event as I do not at all remember seeing it when I took photos there a week after. There are usually a few panels that get completed in the weeks after, but then, befuddled by fumes of THC as I often am, how can I say for sure if this is one of them?
“Ou la la” could be an appropriate title. “La la,” I have read, is something one might say over spilt milk:
It is a dark and stormy night. The rain comes gushing down: A multitude of splats becomes a roar, the air a thousand concussions. A cold wind descends from heaven. Outside flickers with a sick florescent sky. Inside humidity makes the jar slick when returned to the fridge. It slips. It falls. It breaks in pieces: a half pound of coffee.
Oh! la la…
Thus back in the imaginary days of the Moulin Rouge, “ou la la” accompanied the choreographed display of chorus-girls’ underwear as an expression of mass mock dismay over a collective wardrobe malfunction.
Of course, that may all be so much horse feathers as “la la” is not exclusively dismay…
Yip Abides 