3.7.12

Emma Frost, or the White Queen if you prefer, rendered by the swell Phil Noto.


The Fart Filter 9000. It looks damn good, it feels fine, and most importantly, it saves lives.


Silly Batman beats dour Batman any old day of the week!


Oh, my! How very risqué!


Well, what better endorsement is there then that?


The talented Jeffrey Catherine Jones from back in the day.


'Light Means Death!' A German propaganda poster urging citizens to obey blackout rules.

I like how the American bomber almost makes a soldier's cap
on the skeleton. 

Go ahead and laugh, but it's true. The fur warms the brain and it works smarter.


Back in the 1970s, British artists really had no idea of what New York looked like. I do love the tower, though.

Judging by the perspective of the buildings, there must be an earthquake
happening during the heist.

A pint-sized image dump, because you deserve so much more. Wait, that's not right. Ah, never mind.

Back when women were women, and men were glad.
What a crazy kid. Comes to the beach but forgets her telephone.

A classic photo of epic proportions. 
A great movie also known as Five Million Years to Earth.
A film otherwise known as Quatermass
and the Pit.
You can't park that here, Major Tom. Seriously--move it now. I'm not kidding. Can you year me?

I BELIEVE I CAN FLY! Ooop, I guess I was wrong.

Well, Jeff, we're all tired of your stupid air horn. You blow that thing one last time and the birds
will be the least of your problems.

Born to hand jive, baby! 






"So what? Big deal." said everyone in the world, collectively. 

They were out of business in less than a year, after losing many of their potential customers to the
'High Quality Airlines' company.


Of course when you're in Manawatu, everything seems like magic.

1931--when automobiles were far from fuel efficient, but it didn't matter--
gasoline was like a nickle a gallon.

We all know I'm certainly not here to judge people, but seriously
dude, what the hell were you thinking? That's not going to grow back.

Bat Girl had a very active crime fighting career despite the handicap of being
born without a pelvis.

A film known as both Five Million Years to Earth AND Quatermass and the Pit.

This ad generated far less response then was expected.

This caption is misleading. What it doesn't tell you is that he stole a Rembrant drawing from the
museum. Shame on you Sal.

"Tee hee! Superboy, I can see you're nuts!"

I think the lesson to be learned here is to avoid this address.

Well, it looks like somebody is hungry!

The REAL Dark Knight. Accept no substitutes. 

The best damn NES cartridge ever. Each game comes with a bottle of Scotch.

An early poduction still photo from The NOT-SO Forbidden Planet.

You know a film is good if the title is the word ROBOT spelled backward.

Call me old fashioned, but I don't believe these two things
go together. For starters, it's not hygienic. 

Some fun artwork by the always dynamic Jon Foster.





28.6.12

A collection of odd things for odd people; like me!

When you want your clothes sexy and soft and smooth.


"Alfred, I left my house key in my other Utility Belt. Let me in. I see you sitting 
back there sipping my 100-year-old brandy, you wrinkled old piece of beef jerky!"

She sure seems excited about getting that new lightbulb.
Ciao, baby!
Look at the way it's just sitting there, trying to look all innocent. It's definitely up to no good.

I've never been so afraid of a hamburger in my life...


A unique conversation piece for...you and the person in there watching you poop?

Egyptian cigarettes. They taste like you're smoking cork, but the 
boxes have pretty pictures on them.

Awww...but she tastes so good on crackers, on in a sandwich with
lots of pickles!

However, getting your front tire stuck in the storm drain
and flying into oncoming traffic, isn't.

If there's a twenty-year age difference between you,
probably not. But I'm more concerned with what
the deal is with that drawing of a man/woman. 

Smoke the right unfiltered cigarette and the girls will be all over you--
at least until you start coughing up bloody chunks of your lungs.

New for holiday gift giving--My Little Death Dealer. 

I don't think this magazine is for me if it's going to make me look like him!

Well, I like dinnertimin' and anytimin' eating too! Do you suppose they
would let me in, even though I'm a caucasian? 

I've never tasted it, but if I had I'm sure this would be my favorite orange soda of all time!

The hero of children and matches--what a perfect
combination. Superman isn't afraid of fire, so
your napping father shouldn't be either!

He patrols the city by night and the beaches by day--when does
Batman find time to sleep?

A television that shows color pictures and stands on legs? Talk about
a fad that will never catch on!

Music and video playing at the same time? Another crazy fad!

Well, she likes to macrame, never brushes her hair, grows enough pot to supply
the family and trade for food, doesn't shave her legs or pits, and only bathes on
every other Thursday, so I'm thinking that I do have the right kind of wife.

Now THIS is our ticket to success--a telephone you dial with
computer key cards. It's the wave of the future so I sold the house
and all out stocks and we're going to ride this wave to success!

Who knows what evil lives in the hearts of chairs? Umm...this guy does.

Yeah, these look like they were imported straight from Whore Island!
I love waking to the smell of melting plastic and burning cardboard. It makes
me glad to be a man--specifically a fireman.