Odds and Ends from Hither & Yon, Thither & Yawn
I was hoping to post Part 2 of my "War That I Never Forgot!" post today, on Memorial Day, commemorating all soldiers who fought dinosaurs in comic books, everywhere, but alas, it's still in the works. So, later. Instead, I'll counter my Memorial Day depression over how completely loathsome and hypocritical it is of our President (our Commander in Chief, who is not to be questioned in military rank-and-file tradition) or Vice President to even dare to open their lying fucking mouths today -- well, I won't go there. No, I'll counter my depression with some pleasant nonsense and links to happier sites and diversions.
Note my baby honker, roaring, even in tot-dom! It must have been a real bitch to change my diapers with that honker snapping atcha. I'll have to ask Mom about that. Anyhoot, a boy and his honker. Such was the transformative power of Turok, Son of Stone, the pre-pubescent viagra of my youth!
My amigo Mark Martin customized my baby photo (posted earlier this week as the opener to my "The War I Never Forgot! Part 1" opening volley on beloved dino comics of my childhood) and posted it on
I will not comment on the larger size of my honker even as a toddler, though you were in your pic my elder, Pete, age-wise. I'm sure it grew to proper honkerdom later in life.
Mark, of course, is not the NASCAR driver. Bryan, natch, is the fellow Mount Ascutney climber whose cartoon incarnation ('created' by JP Coovert) won the CCS 'Fight' Comic, which I posted the final two pages of here just a couple of weeks ago.
Promising to you ongoing links for the Center for Cartoon Studies students and artists, I deliver regularly. Here's some fresh groceries.
For instance, there's a few veteran CCSers -- once lowly freshmen, now elevated to the senior stature that is theirs and theirs alone from the upcoming fall 2007 to their own fateful spring 2008 graduation day -- who had yet to offer links, sites or blogs for your edification.
OK, now on to the honest-to-God freshmen coming in the door in a couple-of-few months. Minnows, soon to be trout; piglets, soon to be Razorbacks. Welcome them, one and all!
Already, though we are barely a week (a week and one day, my friends) away from the momentous first-ever graduating class from our sturdy institution, we at CCS are preparing for the new incoming class. And you might as well, too. I've asked incoming freshmen willing to share their site, blogs, MySpace pages and whatever with you, and some have already heeded the call. Please, be generous with your comments, they can use the encouragement and feedback!
We've also got some artists who are also musicians coming in the door, too, which carries on another now-venerable CCS tradition (pioneered by Sam Gaskin of Pizza Wizard soon-to-be-fame). Many is the evening the CCS basement has been enlivened by marvelous live music, and the creative space is the better for it. I have particularly fond memories of Blair Sterrett serenading the winter CCS auction with the mournful tune of his saw.
Good to know that tradition is only going to grow! For instance,
In another bit of cartooning coincidence of the geographic variety, both Sam C and Steve S originally herald from Michigan -- either side of the 'hand,' it seems -- so there ya go. Forging bonds and they're not even here yet.
BTW, Pekin's portrait, posted here, is of himself, "in thirty years."
But that ain't all, folks. We've already got some ambitious internet cartooning on display from the upcoming freshmen class, which is a great sign of things to come.
There. Hogzilla and Ninja Pig, all in the same post. Beat that!
That's just the tip of a new iceberg, folks, and with the way the ice caps are melting, we should welcome every iceberg we can find.
That's it for today, hope this livens up your Memorial Day.
Have a great Memorial Day, one and all --
Labels: CCS student links, Denis St. John, Jeff Mumm, Mark Martin, Memorial Day, monsterpig.com, my honker, Ninja Pig, Pekin, Pete Von Sholly, Razorback, Sam Carbough, Steve Seck, Turok
8 Comments:
Haw. I knew you'd interpret those comments as more evidence that our national psyche has been devastated by the Evil Bush Cabal. I disagree, but I digress. HONK!
OMZeus!
That Jabberous stuff is hilarious!
Sholly is a treasure. Always nice to see an imaginative old man with whom I share nostalgia. (I didn't know he had created the PREHYSTERIA films!)
There was something about that kid plugging that giant pig that really bothered me when I read about it. I think it was the quote in the original article about how the little shit-in-training finished the hog off at "point blank" range. I'm sure the hog was in great pain and fear during his murder. (I've been rereading Ernest Thompson Seton lately.)
Mark, you opinionated old bastard, I didn't even imply the Bush Cabal had anything to do with the division over the pig shooting. Not once. YOU made that connection, amigo. So, go disagree with yourself.
Actually, though I'm for firearm control of some reasonable kind, I have to err on the side of being glad the built-like-a-little-brick-shithouse kid had a weapon in hand when that feral 1,000+ lb. porker popped up. Based on my parents' farmyard experiences, that hog would likely have been rooting through the youngster's ribcage if he hadn't been armed; pigs can do a job on a person at a third the size of Hogzilla. Sorry, Bob, I'm an old Seton reader from childhood (and still have and revisit his books), but a razorback that size -- whew.
I leapt to the wild assumption that this was Bush's fault -
"...which demonstrates this fine Memorial Day how completely un-united and fucked-up the good ol' U. S. of A. really is in the Year of Our Lord 2007 A.D., and that's all there is too it."
- based on previous Myrant posts. That's all there is too it!
Now I'm an "old bastard"! No wonder Dobbs won't comment here!
Oh, and Alberto. That Bush toadie is fit for shit, too, this week.
"Actually, though I'm for firearm control of some reasonable kind, I have to err on the side of being glad the built-like-a-little-brick-shithouse kid had a weapon in hand when that feral 1,000+ lb. porker popped up."
Actually, I think the little gun-toting bastard was out hunting for the pig in the first place. It wasn't as if he was defending himself from a mad monster out to eat pudgy lard-ass whiteboy flesh. They hunted the porker down and blasted him.
Oh, well. They're an invasive species, at any rate. The Great Smoky Mountains National Park has been trying for decades to get them out of the park because they wreak havoc on the native plants. Maybe they Park Service should sign the little bastard up.
Hey! I'm an incoming freshman, too!
www.stoppayinattention.com
It's got my comics and music, on there.
I'm also at http://Lucylou.livejournal.com
So exciting to see everyone's work!
Can't wait to meet you.
-Lucy (Knisley)
Hmmm, all the pix are down off this post -- bummer. And Lucy, we'll get you in the next round -- be sure to post your links to the CCS discussion board, too, once you're in. See you soon, looking forward to working with you and your fellow classmates!
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