Christmas Musings

Merry Christmas from your friends at GE!




I just so happen to be watching this right now, for probably the 31st time. And for a change, I'm not quite as downtrodden as Charlie Brown. Cheer up, Brown!




Even these soul-less monstrosities of the feline persuasion have plenty o' holiday cheer. "Eat your brains for Christmas we will, meow, purr, etc."

Ghosts and/or Goblins

Halloween is a-comin'. One more thing I can be overly nostalgic about as I attempt to escape the increasing crappy world we live in. Hmm. A wee bit pessimistic I am tonight.

Grillo Awesomeness

Oh man, go check out this post by Oscar Grillo right now! Genius.

Grillomation

I'm compelled to do a post on Oscar Grillo, since he has become one of my favorite artists. The line work, the construction, the spontaneity. He has a lot in common with Ralph Steadman. I would love to do some stuff like this. Maybe I'll screw around with an alternative strip someday.

Visit his blog.

Pete and Wolfy

Here's a still from Disney's Peter and the Wolf from the package film Make Mine Music, 1946. Bland but likable. My interest in it is based purely out of nostalgia. The design of Peter is particularly generic, kind of a mix between Pinocchio and Wendy's brother in Peter Pan. And Grandpa is pretty much Stromboli with white hair. Incidentally, John K has been posting periodically about the Disney blandness. I suppose that is why it is on my mind. The hunters have a great design, though, and Sterling Holloway is always a pleasing narrator.




And here's a non-Disney version. Creepy, no? And this is a coloring book. Once again, some well-meaning adult passes out nightmare fuel.

Flying Dog Update

IRONICALLY, after going through quite a bit of hassle to procure beer from the Flying Dog Brewery, I just found several varieties at the party store down the street. It was sitting on a shelf that, because of it's placement across from the cooler, no one ever looks at. The stuff could have been there the entire time for all I knew, but they told me they just got it in last week. So there's a bit of clunky synchronicity for you.

The Road to Colorado

So I'm reading Hunter S. Thompson's book on the Hell's Angels, aptly titled Hell's Angels, which is really fascinating and a great companion read to Electric Kool-Aid. I'm nearly all the way through, but I was compelled to pick up Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and flip through that a little, thinking that I would probably have to go ahead and read that again. Upon perusing it a little and seeing Ralph Steadman's ink-spattered illustrative greatness, I decided to do a Google image search. After I worked my way through several pages of random Steadman pics, I came across the following drawing.


I then remembered that Steadman designs all the labels for the Flying Dog Brewery in Colorado. This came about because the owner of the brewery was close friends with Hunter, who, you know, lived in Colorado. I remember seeing the bottles when I was out there last year, but have no clue why I was dumb enough not to buy some.

So, that's the story explaining why I am now trying to procure beer through certain negligible methods because I live a hundred miles in the middle of nowhere. The End.