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Goodbye Neal, And Thanks For All The Great Art

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 Batman vs. Ra's Al Ghul.   My brother bought this new and we still have it.  Shame they didn't really kill Robin. Oh for crying out loud in church. Adams was a serious nutcase but that never hurt an artist - https://aiptcomics.com/2018/03/10/so-really-why-does-neal-adams-believe-in-a-growing-earth/   I heard him on Coast to Coast once while I was driving back to Austin talking about this theory and I was stunned at what a crackpot he was. RIP Neal Adams, June 15 1941 - April 28 2022. I didn't buy comics for the social commentary, or Green Lanterns, or Green Arrows.  Neal was the best artist going at the time who was wasted on shitty characters, see above.   Donald Simpson's take on Green Arrow, speaking of irritating great liberal artists.  Green Mellow and Megaton Man. https://bleedingcool.com/comics/when-neal-adams-had-super-jesus-fight-muslims-in-national-lampoon/ Much, much more like it.  Fuck superhero comics anyway.

Convergence Of The Twain

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Potboiler

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 DDB Brazil and photographer Rodrigo Ribeiro created this “Blend In” campaign for Zoo Safari.     Knuthenborg Safari Park.   Dream big.  Not anthro but one hell of a good picture.  Ruvim Noga. Give A Hand To Wildlife, World Wildlife Federation. Australian, post WWII.  This didn't last very long. J & P Coats. If only. Platter, DeForest of California.  Don't be shy with the fat shaming! Petri Wines. 1956 deer and cat salt and pepper shakers.  Napco. The Raccoon Kids, artist Otto Feuer.  This supplanted Presto Pete, which was well drawn and clever, unlike the twins here.  This is abysmal.  1946-57. Oh, yeah, Howie Long.  Somewhere on this blog I have written about Presto before.   https://misterscribbles.blogspot.com/2018/08/anthro.html      A good a place to stop as any.  This has been your daily 'keeping this site on life support' post from the wonderful and mega talented editor who refuses to see reason and give up.

September 23, 1952

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Rocky Marciano listens to Jersey Joe Walcott being counted out.  In the first round, the 38 year old Walcott knocked Rocky off his feet, the first knockdown the the Brockton Bomber had ever experienced.  For 12 more rounds the shorter and lighter man lost steadily in points to the aging but fantastically dangerous champion.  Rocky had the shortest reach of any of the heavyweight champions, and he was the smallest after Tommy Burns to hold the title.  In the film you can see Rocky jumping and trying to land punches on Jersey Joe, he misses a lot and takes brutal punishment while doing so.  Then in the 13th Rocky lands a single punch to Joe's chin, fight over. Marciano knocked out 3 heavyweight champions, Joe Louis, Jersey Joe Walcott (title match), and Ezzard Charles (title match).   Rocky has the best record of any gloved champion, 49 fights, 49 wins, and 43 knockouts.   This was one hell of a good fight.

The Alien Mind

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  Inert within the depths of his theta chamber, he heard the faint tone and then the synthovoice. "Five minutes." "Okay," he said, and struggled out of his deep sleep. He had five minutes to adjust the course of his ship; something had gone wrong with the auto-control system. An error on his part? Not likely; he never made errors. Jason Bedford make errors? Hardly. As he made his way unsteadily to the control module, he saw that Norman, who had been sent with him to amuse him, was also awake. The cat floated slowly in circles, batting at a pen that somehow had gotten loose. Strange, Bedford thought. "I thought you were unconscious with me." He examined the readout of the ship's course. Impossible! A fifth-parsec off in the direction of Sirius. It would add a week to his journey. With grim precision he reset the controls, then sent out an alert signal to Meknos III, his destination. "Troubles?" the Meknosian operator answered. Th

I Wandered Lonely As A...Er...Cloud

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Hills Like White Elephants

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 The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white. On this side there was no shade and no trees and the station was between two lines of rails in the sun. Close against the side of the station there was the warm shadow of the building and a curtain, made of strings of bamboo beads, hung across the open door into the bar, to keep out flies. The American and the girl with him sat at a table in the shade, outside the building. It was very hot and the express from Barcelona would come in forty minutes. It stopped at this junction for two minutes and went on to Madrid.      "What should we drink?" the girl asked. She had taken off her hat and put it on the table.      "It's pretty hot," the man said.       "Let's drink beer."      "Dos cervezas," the man said into the curtain.      "Big ones?" a woman asked from the doorway.      The woman brought two glasses of beer and two felt pads. She put the felt pads and the be

Billy Hunter!

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 When Billy was a young bunny, Eerie Magazine brought out Hunter, about a half demon half human who was a scout for the United States Armed Forces before the entire government collapsed.  Demian Hunter was the product of the rape of his mother by the demon Ophal, who also killed his mother's husband.  Demian wore a whup ass skintight suit with a computerized helmet for communications and night vision.  In the first story he is in the former Rocky Mountains and he is about to freeze to death, Billy will never forget the line on the second page of that story where Hunter prays 'that the barely functioning thermal unit of the suit will not for a while fail'! Eerie # 57, 1974. As can be see Hunter's suit is more appropriate for an episode of The Running Man, I amped it up and had I colored it I would have made it green and black.  I really like how this high tech combat gear is supplemented with skins and a ragged cape.  Hunter's primary weapon is some kind of electrifi

A Birthday Partry

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Tom was digging in his garden that morning although he really had no idea what he was doing.  Under the impression he was destroying weeds he tore out perfectly good flowers and cut the roots of blameless others.  It was a bright and cool day, which ruffled his fur and made him feel good.  Today made him think that something exciting would happen.  He whipped his long tail about as he did when he was thinking, and he stopped for a smoke while he watched the early sun crest the far away green hills.  The ocean glittered and birds were singing in the trees around his house.  Tom twitched his whiskers, birds always made him want to go a-hunting but he knew that was forbidden.  Besides, he liked them and their songs.  The fresh loamy soil had caked around his feet, he had boots but he hated to put them on over his paws, the boots were ugly compared to his graceful feet and they felt weird anyway, what with the toes being cut off so that his razor sharp claws did not tear the leather.  Tom

Bienville Parish, 1986

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       My grandmother lived in the tiny town of Castor, La.  The remains of her family's property, the Bogans, were down to 160 acres, all loblolly pines.  At one time the holding must have been huge, stretching back before the Civil War.  160 acres would do me just fine right now, I had an acre on the Colorado river outside of Austin and counted myself master of infinite space.  This photo was taken by my brother while we were out camping and shooting at beer cans and rotten trees.  This is me, Bob Kinsey, and Jimmy Canavan, all of us were from Plano and went to the same high school.  I am holding Bob's 30-30 and Bob and I are both carrying .357 Smiths.  Mine was brushed steel with a 6 inch barrel, I think this is the only time I ever fired that thing.  There was the crumbling remains of a log house on that land, someone stole those logs and probably got good money for them.  I remember there was a tiny creek that ran through the property, once I almost stepped o

Captain Of Industry!

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 With BillyLand© due to open in less than a month, cost overruns, union problems, accidents and deliberate sabotage by jealous competitors are seriously threatening the entire project.  BillyLand© will be the magnet pleasure center on the Texas Gulf Coast, offering rides, games, gambling, fishing, alcohol, and all other family activities.designed for good clean fun and patriotic reinforcement.  Here the visionary founder of BillyCo Inc. meditates upon his next move while thinking of what he is going to tell the bank tomorrow.  Ha ha, the jokes on them, if Mr. Bunny goes broke so does the bank.  Fortunately, Billy is insured for a great deal of money, as the bankers pointed out to him at their last meeting. Billy Bunny is wondering if creosote treated wood in salt water will burn hot enough to reduce it and all evi...all dangerous wreckage to ashes.  One cannot be too careful when it comes to safe working conditions!

Christian Anthro Records

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Dixie Dean, assisted by Auntie Myra.  Songs and Stories for Children , Zondervan Records, c. 1965.   Hi Guys !  Have I got some curiosities for you today!  Forget about urethral crayons ; let's check out the offbeat world of Christian anthro children's records !  Now I'm not here to bash anybody's religion or to look down my nose at the well-meaning musicians , singers , and producers of these records. They were just trying to capture the kids' imaginations . All they wanted to do was to put girls and boys on the right path in life ! My goal here is to take a look at some fun stuff that is maybe --let's face it-- just a little weird .  Take, for example, Dixie Dean's Songs and Stories for Children from right around 1965. Looks pretty cheerful and the songs are all Sunday-school classics . But I gotta ask: how does an anthropomorphic accordion get by ? Does someone have to come along and play him ? Does the music come out of his mouth , or from

More Deadly than the Male

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  "It's a Trap!"  Morton Gould, Jungle Drums , 1956   Hi Guys ! If I were to ask you what's the most dangerous creature in the jungle , what would you say?  Lions ?  Tigers ?  Black mambas ?  Well, those things are pretty dangerous , but if you ask me , the most dangerous creature in the jungle is women !            It's too late for this guy.  Jungle Comics , 1943   Any forensic anthropologist will tell you that all those skulls are male!  Jo-Jo Congo King , 1947 If there's no dudes to kill, they turn on each other!  Zoot Comics , 1948 He seems only slightly concerned that she's about to cut off his junk!  Wildcat Adventures , 1960 Ann knows better.  Ka'anga's days are numbered!  Jungle Comics , 1948 Alright guys, that's all I've got for now.  And remember, stay safe.  It's a jungle out there ! *******

Urethral Crayons

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    Hi Guys !  As you know, there's a lot of art on this site, so I guess you're not gonna be surprised if I start talking about crayons !  But hold on -- these aren't exactly the kind of crayons that you draw with!  See that skinny, wasted-looking guy in the picture above?  If you haven't guessed it already, he's pretty sick !  But with what , you might ask?  Well, he's been too-long addicted to playing with himself ! Yes, that's right !  The Victorians thought that touching yourself in an impure manner would slowly and progressively debilitate you before it ultimately drove you insane and to an early grave !    Luckily, they had all kinds of medicines and cures for this problem!  One of the more effective of these, or so I'm guessing, had to be "Professor Jean Civiale's Urethral Crayons ."  These were little wax-like sticks that you jammed into your pee-pe e until they melted !  Heh, it's a safe bet that you're not g

Step Right Up!

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  Rice Brothers Minstrel, Vaudeville, and Dancing Girl Shows, c. 1915   Hi Guys! If you ask me, the best part of any fair is the sideshow !  I mean, where else can you see the world's wonders for next-to-nothing ?  It's education , entertainment , and excitement , all in one! A century ago, sideshows were even better !  You could see all kinds of stuff :  exotic animals, magic acts, theatrical shows, silent movies, daredevil stunts, beauty pageants, and the usual assembly of special people!  To give you an idea, let's take a stroll down the midway of 100 or more years ago! "Beautiful Nina," Theatrical Melodrama, c. 1910 "Maid of the Mist,"  Swimming Girl Show, c. 1910 "The Merry Widows" and "Hero of the Plains," Theatrical Melodramas, c. 1910 Boxing Show, c. 1910 "Buster Brown" and "Human Laundry," Funhouses at Woodside park, Philadelphia, c. 1910 "Katzenjammer Kastle,"  Funhouse, 1908 "Mamie,&quo