This is makes me happy
Posts by Michael Van Vleet (he/him)
idea: a Dracula movie, where he's dead and loving it
Happy Monday everyone! Here's a TTRPG that you perform by printing it onto a pair of bootyshorts.
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Comic of the beetle from the cover of Massive Attack's "Mezzanine" meeting the crab from the cover of The Prodigy's "Fat of the Land".
Hi this joke is for me
Taoism Drunkard (1984)
Directed by Yuen Cheung-Yan
a box of ice cream treats at the 168 Mart in Madison Heights, MI. The box shows what looks like a fried chicken leg, with a cutaway view showing ice cream inside. The label says: CRISPY DRUMSTICKS "SHAPED"
Unsettling find at the Chinese grocery.
It's fine that they're crunchy-coated.
It's fine that they're vanilla.
But "shaped." In quotes.
What the hell is in this box???
a map from 1918 showing the interurban network sprawling across Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, and Ohio
One side obsession from my research into the 1920s is the extensive network of ELECTRIC trains that used to connect cities and towns across the central Midwest called the Interurban. We had this more than a hundred years ago. The things we had and the things we lost.
Traveler, a moment: afore ye set foot on the King's Road, be warned: there be streamers afoot. Rogues and footpads, each with little microphones, each one armed with a different annoying questions and a lickspittle to aim a camera at your throat.
Might be safer on the ghost roads or in the wilds.
Some good Satanik covers. Hundreds more here: www.comics.org/series/75943...
Nothing says Friday like thirty 1950s bus tickets from Milwaukee. www.presentandcorrect.com/blogs/blog/g...
A typographic carnival.
A black and white doodle of a catfish kid dressed as a cowboy for Halloween while firing a cap gun.
Reach for the sky!
Photograph of a few scattered bills of Monopoly money in the grass. Visible are some green 20s and whatever the yellow bills are... hundreds? There were a bunch of them blown down the grass median.
I will never financially recover from this.
deep cut, deep cut
We feasted on Nepalese food and I bought some comics, so I fulfilled both elements! Birthday success accomplished!
Anyone still keep in touch with their chain buddies from Hands Across America? The folks to the left and right of them?
I'm not picking a favorite 'cause I want to keep my options open. Wait 'til the day I need a dinosaur, or a dino needs me, and then I'll commit.
Too many people get locked down early and when circumstances change (career, relationship, giant meteor) they can't pivot.
Well that's great news. I think Kraft wrote about 50% of this collection and I don't think I know him at all.
Who's your "they suck, I love them" comics sweetheart?
With this volume, I'm past the Steve Gerber era and deep into the doldrums. Sometimes this is where you find truly odd gemlike moments, like heroes confessing that they can't work a coffee machine.
Hashtag relatable!
Soon, though, replacement heroes and z-listers started shuffling in who actually liked being Defenders. After all, they had nowhere else to go.
And the book was given to Steve Gerber as one of many playgrounds where he wrote strange/fun work 'cause no one was looking (see also: Man-Thing).
Photo of a comic book panel of The Defenders, a Marvel comic. There are three characters in a domestic scene. On the left, Nighthawk, who wears a cowl with wing-shaped bits that come out from under his eyes and form wings at his temples. He has a cape that arches up above his ears for some reason and a bird emblem on his chest. He's holding a tray of steaming mugs of hot chocolate. To his right, Hellcat: she has a cowl on her head with painted on eyebrows and cats ears, though her hair flows out the back. Otherwise she has a bodysuit and black gloves, with a black belt, as well as a light-colored cape. In the lower right, the Neanderthal-esque head of The Hulk, looking angry. Nighthawk: Intermission time, group! Kyle Richmond here-- catering hot chocolate! Hope no one minds, 'cause I'm kind of klutzy with the coffee pot! Hellcat: Gosh, no! It smells yummy-- and I know what you mean about that cockamamie coffee pot! Hulk: Enough talk! Time to drink!
As a birthday treat, I picked up an Essentials book of The Defenders, my fave irony read of all Marvel superhero groups.
I'm a sucker for groups that don't belong together... especially when they actively dislike each other and disband each issue, as the early Defenders did.
"The horrors persist, and so do you." - Me, teaching an infant about object permanence so we can stop playing Peekaboo
Listen, it's simple.
Too many apostrophes: it's high fantasy.
Too many Xs: it's sci-fi.
Too many Ys: it's cosmic horror.
Too many Zs: It's for kids in the 2000s.
Who're we fighting?
I find it tough sometimes to distinguish _good_, new music from music that resonates with me as a 43 year old. I'm still one sure where this one lies but I like it.
Venbee - "not my day"
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Photo of a gift shop window. Inside is a wooden cross made of brown wood. It has a white cross (painted) mounted on it and on top of THAT there are some skinny, braided, crossed sticks where traditionally one might expect a sculpture of Jesus.
Where were you, when they crucified my sticks?
Gift shop window, Princeton, IN
Three PDR Press Minis booklets displayed on a light grey background, showing covers for Proust's "Overture from Swann's Way" (navy blue), "A Dictionary of Victorian Slang and Phrase" by J. Redding Ware (light blue), and "Where Their Fire Is Not Quenched" by May Sinclair (green), alongside text announcing a pre-sale with 25% off until April 29th.
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