I still do these.
Best Movies: Killing Them Softly: What a crying shame this movie went over with a thud. From the jarring opening sequence to the hilarious last line. This movie was like heroin to me; totally awesome. Marley: Look, I’m not really a Bob Marley fan, but one cannot deny he lived quite an interesting life. Just think of how good he woulda been if it weren’t for the Jah bullshit.
Best TV Shows: Boardwalk Empire: Proof that TV is better than movies. Comedy Bang Bang: Proof that TV is better than podcasts.
Best Books (non-fiction): The Dark Side Of Disney by Leonard Kinsey. Kinsey gives us all of the tips, tricks, scams, and stories that’d have Walt rolling in his cryogenic grave. I love a good scam, especially at a beloved theme park. Life After Deathby Damien Echols SPOILER ALERT Damien talks about how he killed those kids and got away with it too, dude. Just kidding.
“Latta is better at mining humor out of awkwardness and sleaze than he is out of pure absurdity, and as a result this story winds up being fairly forgettable.” –Robert Clough
They say any publicity is good publicity!
FUN FACT: I don’t just draw comics, tanks shooting birds and pony princesses. Sometimes I draw pictures for large, faceless corporate conglomerates that already own you despite the fact you don’t even know them by name.
This is one of those pieces for an in house magazine. Click on it and enjoy. Or not, it’s a free country. Just kidding, no it isn’t.
The Challenger ‘sploded 25 years ago today.
Sigh. I am so old.
Here’s some stuff I just-so-happen-to-be-workin-on, this-such-a-historic-day.
Start spreading the news, I am leaving today… and by today, I mean last Monday, and by leaving I mean coming back home to Atlanta.
I finally understand why so many folks so-boldly state that they ” ♥ New York” on their shoddy apparel, ‘cos it’s easy to fall in love with the Big Apple. Sure, it wasn’t my first visit, but it was certainly the best.
What brought me to New York, you ask? Well, it’s none of your business. Just kidding, I will tell you. I was in NY to see a man by the name of Pee-Wee. That’s right, I saw Pee-Wee on Broadway! Whadda show, man. What a show. He’s still got it. During one particularly sensitive scene, Pee-Wee slow dances with Chairy. I don’t need to tell you, there was nary a dry eye in the house.
Little did I know the city has a lot more to offer than Pee-Wee and a shoe shine ( I didn’t care for it). Here’s some other junk I saw and/or did.
UCB Theater. Jim Gaffigan totally killed it.
Keith And The Girl Bingo. Thanks for not letting me win, guys.
Colored tights everywhere. Keep it up, ladies.
Flagrant disregards to trademarks and copyright holders. Madagascar, Chicken Little, Mr. Incredible and King Kong together at last. Bootlegs like this were pretty common place.
KidRobot, Brooklyn Industries, Fette Sau, Desert Island Comics and Barcade. New York has invented a lot of ways of extracting cash from the likes of me. Holy shit, it costs a lot to be there, but it’s only money. I’ll make more.
Goodbye, New York! I shant forget thee-
Oh, and let me give special thanks to my good friends Balz & Carol for putting us up and being such gracious hosts. I miss you a lot, already.
More crap coming soon, etc, etc.
I first became aware of my anxiety at the age of 12, or more specifically, the first day of junior high at the age of 12. The first thing said to me, as we filed into the cafeteria was, “Out of my way, 7th grade faggot,” and that’s all it took. It was the insult that broke me. I spent the rest of my time without a locker (out of fear that I wouldn’t be able to memorize the locker combination), with fear of being rejected, and with fear of doing something I don’t already know how to do. Pretty much from those formative years and beyond, anxiety has been a ruling factor daily. As I join the rest of America and give in to taking a happy pill for sweet relief, I ask myself, “What IS my problem anyway?” I wasn’t molested, my childhood was fine, is it chemical? I never really examined the effect my diet has on my mental state, and it always consisted of high-fructose, high corn syrup count. Could that play a part on my fragile mental state? Maybe, but I am not giving up my sugary breakfast cereal, or at least not until they stop releasing these delightful and kooky retro designs.
General Mills released two popular series of their mainstays in their retro splendor this year, so it didn’t take long before Quaker Oats got in on that action and released their own throwback cereal with the popular Cap’ n Crunch. Just look at that lettering! My how it jumps out at you. I have always been a fan of the good Cap’n. He is a great cartoon character (Created by Jay Ward’s studio, home of Rocky & Bullwinkle), and he has a great cereal. I can eat Cap’n Crunch every day. In fact, I have eaten most of this cereal already, one angry fist full over the sink at a time.
However, I can’t think of any other cereal that shreds the inside of your mouth and makes you as thirsty as a bowl of Cap’n Crunch, but I can live with that and you can too. I am just saying, plan accordingly.
Also, I should add, I take great offense to Quaker Oats offering “collectible cards” as some sort of prize. Come on, that doesn’t count. I gotta cut them out myself. I don’t have time for all that. I’ll give credit where credit is due though. I do like the framing treatment, and I did learn a lot about Cap’n and his nemesis, Jean LaFoote. ( Cap’n is 4’11 and 102 lbs!)
Nostalgia literally means “the pain from an old wound”. Well, according to Don Draper it does, and while I look ahead to the future and fixing my problems in the easiest fashion possible, I don’t mind looking back if it means we get cool cereal boxes.
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Rashy Rabbit no.6 is brought to you by Wide Awake Press.
Without a doubt, this is the most grim view of humanity ever captured on the funnies page. This comic speaks directly to my neurosis. On that note, I start therapy really soon.