Robert Crumb got tired of Fritz and killed him off.  The Ralph Bakshi movie was the most successful independent cartoon like, ever, and Crumb got 10% of the 90 mil+ the movie raked in.  Listen, anyone who wants a character for their next project, give me 10% off the top and you can do whatever you wish to my rabbit.  Whatever . Vaughn Bode warned Bakshi that working with Robert Crumb was going to be a nightmare.  If you know anything about Bode that was a warning that should have been taken very seriously.  But hey, so what?  90 large in 1972.

 Snicker-Snack!

    Susan Wheeler. Possibly Pete Hawley. Eddie Selzer was the head of the Warner Brothers animation department from 1944 to 1958.  He was known for his unfailing ability to be dead wrong about what was funny, once announcing that bullfighting was not funny and Warner's wouldn't make any bullfighting cartoons.  That's what gave us 1953's Bully For Bugs, one of the very best of Warner's cartoons.  Chuck Jones and Mike Maltese figured that if Eddie said it then it was a sure bet that what he disapproved of was box office gold.  He also declared there was nothing funny about a skunk who spoke French, the short For Scent-imental Reasons won that year's Academy Award.  And...he opposed pairing Tweetie Bird with Sylvester the cat, the very first cartoon with them, Tweetie Pie, won Warner's it's first Academy Award for animation.  The card pictured above was sent to Carl Stalling. https://youtu.be/18A5ATg8_Ok   Happy New Year, Russian.  (S Novym Godo

  https://youtu.be/GXymCIPi7HU Kim Deitch, Arcade Magazine.  1976.  https://misterscribbles.blogspot.com/2021/04/waldo.html  

A surprise gift from that artistic sensation Down Under, here is Billy D. drawn by -  https://www.deviantart.com/gnostickcomics   Author and artist of Innocent Man Comics.   Check him out.

 This superb sketch is by one of my favorite artists, Brendan11.  www.deviantart.com/brendan11 Here a digitgrade rabbit with a sidearm has killed, or at least shot, a Furry Muncher Cruncher.  I have no idea what is going on but hopefully this was an act of bravery and good sense, not something I normally associate with mesomorphic tattooed sociopath chain-smoking jewelry wearing bunnies with energy weapons.  Brendan is unsure of the merits of this picture, proving once again that most artists are incapable of judging their own work.  Please feel free to write and beg, cajole, and importune the inking of this magnificent drawing.  Think of the children!

  https://www.instagram.com/sdavis.howdy/

It happened in the late and forlorn period of complete disruption, at the time of the liquidation of our business. The signboard had been removed from over our shop, the shutters were halfway down, and inside the shop my mother was conducting and unauthorized trade in remnants. Adela had gone to America, and it was said that the boat on which she had sailed had sunk and that all the passengers had lost their lives. We were unable to verify this rumour, but all trace of the girl was lost and we never heard of her again.  A new age began - empty, sober and joyless, like a sheet of white paper. A new servant girl, Genya, anaemic, pale, and boneless, mooned about the rooms. When one patted her on the back, she wriggled, stretched like a snake, or purred like a cat. She had a dull white complexion, and even the insides of her eyelids were white. She was so absent-minded that she sometimes made a white sauce from old letters and invoices: it was sickly and inedible.  At that t

John Constantine notices something happening around him but it doesn't seem to need his attention.  Hellblazer #134, 1999.  Tim Bradstreet, artist.  Vertigo Comics.   I'm saying it here, the movie with Keanu Reeves was far better than the comics.  Never mind the indifferent artwork, no one over at Hellblazer can write coherent stories.  Never has such a great concept been so wasted.  Excellent cover art.   But this does have it's moments.

 It was a lovely day in November.  At least Tom thought it was November, the air was crisp and cool and it felt Novemberish.  There were no calenders here, while he had a clock he rarely looked at it.  He never had to be anywhere at any particular time in any event, when he had to be somewhere he always showed up on time, if that's the word for it.  Anyway, it was a nice Fall day. Tom stood on his porch that surrounded the small field stone house, he could see and smell the smoke from his neighbor's fires, someone was cooking fish and the big cat was salivating.  Since he had had his coffee he wasn't hungry, but the fish really smelled enticing.  Odd, he thought, I haven't had meat since I got here.  When did I get here?  he thought to himself, I don't remember.  Maybe someplace in town sold meat, although he had never seen such a shop.  It didn't matter, what with the bread and potatoes and butter and honey he was never hungry.  Tom lit a cigarette

’Twas on a lofty vase’s side, Where China’s gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, She saw; and purred applause. Still had she gazed; but ’midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide, The genii of the stream; Their scaly armour’s Tyrian hue Through richest purple to the view Betrayed a golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw; A whisker first and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretched in vain to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise? What cat’s averse to fish? Presumptuous maid! with looks intent Again she stretch’d, again she bent, Nor knew the gulf between. (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled) The slippery verge her feet beguiled, She tumbled headlong in. Eigh

''The plight of Davis Paul'' ''Dam you to Hades Billy! why are you setting fire to my Wardrobe with your Cigarette!!?''...you would hear on occasion some kind of verbal anger often from Davis - shouting out in abstract Frustration, 'just because Billy Thought Davis Pauls Clothes were lame'' oh yeah, Billy D was the Dude.........Davis put up with so much crap and nonsense from the rebellious Layabout - come would be antisocial super hero, ''the enabler''...Davis Paul was literally at the end of his tether..all those worrisome late nights... Davis would often shout at Billy, during one of Billy's Trash rampages, ''Aunt may never has this problem ever with peter parker !'' and then the rest of the time, Davis Paul wondering where Billy was? and what was Billy D up too? then after hours and hour of worrying,  Billy would just rock up - staggering through the Front door, Gladiator outfit on, covered

 Tom returned to consciousness in a large, well lit room.  He could see a doorway off to one side, it was flanked by the two soldiers who had brought him in.  There was a desk in front of him with Billy the rabbit sitting behind it.  Next to him was Mr. Charrington of the antique store on his left and a human female on his right.  Tom knew his hands were bound to the chair he was sitting in, he glared at Billy who met his eyes with a blank stare.  No one said anything.  Then the two soldiers snapped to attention as a large man walked into the room.  He was almost pure black and had a round head that looked like a cannonball.  Billy had gotten to his feet and offered a chair to the newcomer.  The two shook hands and the man sat down.  The woman put a folder in front of the man as Mr. Charrington tapped keys on a computer console, something Tom had never seen but he knew what it was, oddly enough.  The dark man spoke. 'Mr. Catt, do you know why you're here'?  Tom was amazed t

The Captain is walking his quarter-deck, With a troubled brow and a bended neck; One eye is down through the hatchway cast, The other turns up to the truck* on the mast; Yet none of the crew may venture to hint 'Our Skipper hath gotten a sinister squint!' The Captain again the letter hath read Which the bum-boat* woman brought out to Spithead— Still, since the good ship sail'd away, He reads that letter three times a-day; Yet the writing is broad and fair to see As a Skipper may read in his degree, And the seal is as black, and as broad, and as flat, As his own cockade in his own cock'd hat: He reads, and he says, as he walks to and fro, 'Curse the old woman—she bothers me so!' He pauses now, for the topmen hail — 'On the larboard quarter a sail! a sail!' That grim old Captain he turns him quick, And bawls through his trumpet for Hairy-faced Dick. 'The breeze is blowing — huzza! huzza! The breeze is blowing — away! away! The

  Hokas.  An alien race that looks exactly like Earth Teddy Bears and believes in the literal truth of all fiction.  They love human culture and live the stories they read about from us, becoming Napoleon Bonaparte to Sherlock Holmes.  From Hoka! Hoka! Hoka! by Gordon R. Dickson and Poul Anderson. Extraordinary illustrations by Edd Cartier. Talking bears.  Yeah, right.

Ladies and gentlemen, members of this distinguished society,... Your Majesty , Mr. President:      I am beyond honored to have been asked to speak to this august company tonight.  I was told that I needed to break the ice (rattles ice cubes in glass, - laughter) so I thought this amusing story might do the trick.        In my country, there are many different professions.  Well, when I was a kid my dad had an acquaintance, Ernie the Pus-Sucker.  Pus-Sucking is a valuable trade, nothing like the inconvenience of swelling and infection to ruin one's day.  One afternoon Ernie got a call from someone who asked him to come over as fast as possible, he was in great pain and need Ernie's services.  So Ernie, good guy that he is, put on his coat and drove over to the caller's house.  When he got there he knocked on the door and almost recoiled from the smell of decay and filth that greeted him when the door was opened.  The caller was a very fat man who obviously didn&