the night before. just like all the other nights before.

When I want a short way to describe this hippie community to people, I say, "When that whole 'Miracle on the Hudson' thing happened, they held a candlelight vigil for the bird." That sums 'em up pretty well. :)

Which reminds me, when said 'Miracle' happened, my brother called me up. I was in Tuscaloosa, in the midst of having a ridiculously-successful Daniel Day-Lewis movie trilogy marathon with bitemetechie, and as such I hadn't been watching the news. Edd, over the phone, explained, "Yeah, apparently one of the engines got obstructed by a BIRD BIRD BIRD, THE BIRD IS THE WORD, BUH-BUH-BUH-BIRD BIRD BIRD, THE BIRD IS THE WORD...!"

If Edd taught me anything, it's that brilliance and obnoxiousness sometimes go hand in hand. Maybe that's why I consider JACKASS performance art. Seriously, some day, I'm just gonna do an entire dissertation on why Johnny Knoxville and crew are some of our generation's truly great performance artists. Anyone who doesn't believe me clearly hasn't seen JACKASS NUMBER TWO. Tee hee hee.

Okay. Gotta get serious. Going up tomorrow, first show of Frigid. I need to get pumped.

No. No, that's not doing it.

Shit. Even that's not getting me pumped. I need major pumpage here, people! I need to feel like I could kick Galactus in the junk! Come on, internets, WHAT. HAVE. YOU. GOT?!

Damn skippy, commune-full-o'-hippies. I am gonna monologue the fuck outta this shit.

Tomorrow. After sleep. Which will not be coming for hours yet. Ding-dang it.

Comic Pimpery: Ray Bradbury's "The Flying Machine," adapted by EC Comics and Bernie Krigstein

Every week, someone posts something on scans_daily that makes me think, "Shit, I need to link to that in my LJ as an example of just *awesome* comics."

I dunno why I haven't. Maybe because half of them would be cyberghostface's EC and CREEPY posts, and maybe it's because every other awesome post is f-locked to just s_d members. I think I'm getting antsy, not being able to play overenthusiastic-comic-pimp to people since I quit Big Planet.

Well today, no more. This one just deserves all the attention it can get.

Ray Bradbury's "The Flying Machine," by the masterful B. Krigstein, published by EC Comics (TALES FROM THE CRYPT, WEIRD SCIENCE).

Krigstein was a masterful artist who believed that every panel should be a work of art unto itself, and his adaptation of "The Flying Machine" was his finest EC work, followed closely by "Master Race."

A fun side note: the whole relationship between EC and Bradbury is itself a fascinating story, and well worth reading. Just another reason why I love them both.