
From all of us at Lattaland, to all of you, well, most of you out there in Internetville, have a happy Valentine’s Day.

From all of us at Lattaland, to all of you, well, most of you out there in Internetville, have a happy Valentine’s Day.
I sure draw Erin a lot. This is merely a drop in the bucket.

What? Why didn’t anyone tell me that there is a large historical comic movie and cartoon character collection in a variety of venues nestled In its historic Camden Station a scant 8 miles from my home? (Please don’t try to find me, psychos.)
Erin and I took a field trip to Geppi’s Entertainment Museum and lemme tell ya, my mind was officially blown. Anyone who has the displeasure of knowing me personally knows how much I love classic cartoons and comics, in fact, I love them more than I love Erin, my parents and God combined. It’s hard for me to imagine mainstream America being interested in a museum like this, after all, I can’t imagine justifying a school field trip here, what with the uncomfortable questions that would arise, such as what’s a golliwog, or, what is a comic book, but I sure am glad Stephen A. Geppi, President and Chief Executive Officer keeps the lights on, mostly out of his own pocketbook. Speaking of which, from what I understand, this museum is made up of Geppi’s personal collection, which, of course, makes him the luckiest man in the world.
I really appreciated the cohesive layout of the exhibits. You pretty much walk through the history of pop culture. I mean, I guess. I was most pulled in by the pre WWII Disney Memorabilia which was in pristine condition. Who kept this stuff? How did it hold up? Who knew it’d wind up in a museum? At any rate, every nook and cranny was filled with something interesting. Particularly the crannies. It’s kinda hard to even take in all in. It kinda makes me wonder why they waste such a large portion of the museum on the ‘expanding universe.’ This is the section that shows us such gems as the first issue of Spawn and the first issue of Youngblood. Uh, Stephen A. Geppi? We don’t need to go to a museum to see this stuff. We can find these ‘modern classics’ in dollar bins and yard sales across this great nation of ours. In fact, this is the kinda thing that killed the industry. Oh well, at the end of the day, you still are a comic book mogul and those sillybooks probably built that very wing.
Oh, I can’t leave you on such a neggy note. Erin and I totally loved the museum and would recommend it to anyone with an IQ above 26. I can’t say enough about it, thankfully, I don’t have to. As they say, a jpeg is worth a thousand words, and I got oodles of them. You know the drill, click to see them all big and junk.

Happy birthday, Erin! The world isn’t so bad after all.

Dr. Anton Phibes — musician, genius inventor, wealthy sophisticate, obsessively devoted husband, and demented undead avenger. At once gruesome, romantic, charming, ingenious, and droll he exacts torturous revenge upon the nine doctors that allowed his wife to die on the operating table. With panache! (Any biblical scholar will tell you the final deadly plague is halitosis.)
Please check out Wide Awake Press for onslaught of creature creations are crawling your way all October long. Each week day we will post spooktacular images from gruesomest talent from greater than mine!

Hello again, Boils and Ghouls!
Today’s Halloweirdo is a sickening stab at America’s favorite macabre descendants, and the gruesome twosome the had to step on a lot of bodies to be together.
If you liked this family portrait, or even if you didn’t, a new Halloweirdo will be unveiled each day by a different frighteningly talented cartoonist throughout the month of October. there is plenty more here at Wide Awake Press, pretties!

Mine is a tale of pain and sorrow,
longing and heartache, and betrayal.
But let me assure you– this, like
any story worth telling, is all about
a girl.
Oh, Wait. Silly me. That’s Spider-Man’s story. Mine is a little less realistic.
Well, friends, clients, well-wishers, steady bad-luckers and those of you the accidentally landed here in Lattaland, I’m pulling up the stakes and leavin’ Dodge for Baltimore. That is to say, once I find out what state Baltimore is in. I’ll just head north and no doubt I’ll find it eventually.
You know what, folks? I feel good. I feel really, really good. I’ve never done anything like this, and it’s my time. I lived on the mean streets of the ATL all my life, and it’s high time for change and an adventure.
Sure, it’s exciting, but it hasn’t been easy. I had to leave behind my home, my studio, my pets, my family, my friends, a woman that loved me and, well, basically everything I have ever known. Man, that’s hard, contrary to what anyone thinks.
However, I am not doing this to be alone. Heavens no. I met someone. I met a woman with a face that could launch a thousand ships, and raise a sail or two, if you know what I mean. Erin is just the type you’d shuck it all behind for and travel 600 miles to be with. I don’t think I have ever been surer of anything in my life.
If I may stop with the sap for a second, allow me to give a big fat middle finger salute to all you judgmental old maids, spinsters and shrews. Keep clucking, hens. I am still the cock of the walk. You know who you are.
So along, Atlanta! I shant forget you.
Chapter 2 begins here.
No wait.
Here. It begins here.