Wednesday, June 20, 2012

On a Blendsday night, a comedian died in New York

"This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout 'Save us!'... and I'll look down and whisper... GOOD GRIEF!"

Artist: Evan "Doc" Shaner
Apologies to Alan Moore.  Please don't sic Glycon on me, please.  :-)

10 comments:

  1. I only get half of this blend ... I'm sure you can guess which.

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    1. I knew it was a gamble to go minimalist, here, but I figured it fit the gritty style... :-) The Peanuts gang are done up in the style of Alan Moore's Watchmen, for which I have huge affection and nostalgia, even though I've evolved away from lockstep agreement with Moore's point of view in many ways.

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    2. The pic of Moore on the wiki article scares the little girl in me just a wee bit.

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    3. Oh, that's a relatively tame picture of him! He's got that wild bug-eyed look down, for sure. But anyone who made (some) fun of himself on the Simpsons can't be all bad.

      (I looked for a decent youtube link of that, but there were only some bootleggish versions dubbed en espanol...)

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    1. You bet! You can picture Veidt playing the piano, right?

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  3. Peanuts was always the most grim comic strip. Perfect fit.

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    1. :-) If I was better at Photoshop, I'd put Rorshach's prison psychiatrist at the archetypal lemonade stand with that sign saying "5 cents: The doctor is IN."

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  4. This is one of my favorite pictures of all time. ALL TIME!!!!

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  5. I just recently read The Watchmen for the first time. A very enjoyable read, a bit dark but has honest opinions of humanity. It's a great twist on the Superhero genre too.

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