BRAIN STORM

PORK #5

2012-01-03T12:56:00.001-08:00

Open publication - Free publishing - More bad ideas

PORK #4 ONLINEZ NOW!!!

2011-10-07T23:19:00.001-07:00

Open publication - Free publishing - More cool

INSIDE: Shannon & the Clams, Personal & the Pizzas, Cyclops, Wax Idols, the Hamburglars, John Casey, Ben Lyon, SMILE & the rest of the usual stuff! Plus new photo comics!!!

Monsters, Weirdos & Creeps Series Two!!!

2011-10-03T13:22:00.001-07:00

For juvenile delinquents young & old, Monsters, Weirdos & Creeps are 27 depraved & deranged characters exploding from the trash can psyche of Sean Äaberg. For just $1 you get five randomly selected cards, each in full color on surprisingly stiff card material. On the fronts you get a Monster, Weirdo or Creep & on the backs you get 9 comics, 9 Wacky Mix-Ups & 9 puzzle pieces which construct a goofy scene of craziness. Each wrapper is even krammed with all kinds of kraziness! These are guaranteed boredom killers!

Check out this flickr gallery to see what you're getting into!

PORK #2 NOW LIVE ON THE INTERWEBS

2011-04-22T08:12:00.001-07:00

Open publication - Free publishing - More art

PORK MAGAZINE!!!

2011-03-21T23:28:00.000-07:00

CHECK IT OUT!!! MY NEW MAGAZINE!!! INTERVIEWS WITH CHARLES KRAFFT, HUNX,ALEX CHIU & PAUL LOUBET!!!

Open publication - Free publishing - More aaberg

Future Pop Metropolis

2010-08-02T23:41:00.000-07:00

Astro Boy

Janelle Monae

Dear Idiots

2010-07-30T08:44:00.000-07:00

As a veteran of the late 80s & early 90s ZINE BOOM & synthetic master of the genre, there was always a certain tone you could go for in zines which was the chiding motherfucker, telling everyone how to think correctly. I guess that's cool when you're a kid, or maybe it's just a certain kind of person, but these days, i'm gonna smack someone in the mouth if they come at me like that. Still, i can't help but think that alot of people LIKE IT. So even if i DON'T LIKE IT, I MIGHT HAVE TO DO IT, BECAUSE THERE ARE SOME STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS OUT THERE.
CHECK OUT ALL THIS COOL-ASS GERMAN SHIT. YOU THINK ED ROTH WAS A NAZI? YOU'RE RETARDED. THIS SHIT IS JUST COOL, LIKE THE RED BARON & SS HATS.
HEY STUPID, this is the United States of America in the YEAR 2010. The NAZI THREAT has been over for SIXTY-FIVE YEARS. In case you hadn't heard, WE WON. PERIOD. It aint gonna happen here, & if it does, it isn't going to look GERMAN. It's going to look AMERICAN & IT'S GOING TO BE DIFFERENT. The iron-cross, the wehrmacht helmet, the imperial eagle & anything else German is JUST GERMAN. Remember, WE BEAT THEM. TWICE. BUT, there are ALOT of Americans who ARE ALSO HISTORICALLY GERMAN & THAT'S OKAY. JUST LIKE HOW IT'S OKAY THAT THERE ARE IRAQI AMERICANS, AFGHANI AMERICANS, KOREAN AMERICANS, VIETNAMESE AMERICANS, PANAMANIAN AMERICANS, JAPANESE AMERICANS, ITALIAN AMERICANS, RUSSIAN AMERICANS, FRENCH AMERICANS, ENGLISH AMERICANS, MEXICAN AMERICANS, SPANISH AMERICANS & WHOEVER ELSE WE'VE HAD MILITARY ENGAGEMENTS WITH, IT'S OKAY THAT THERE ARE GERMAN AMERICANS & THEY CAN BE INTO WHATEVER THEY WANT TO BE INTO, BECAUSE AMERICA STANDS FOR FREEDOM. THE KIND OF FREEDOM THAT MEANS IF I GO INTO AN ITALIAN RESTAURANT THAT HAS A PICTURE OF MUSSOLINI ON THE WALL, I'M GOING TO BE PLEASED WITH THEIR BALLS & PRIDE, NOT OFFENDED BY DARING TO SHOW A PICTURE OF A MURDERED ENEMY OF THE USA.

BUT, even if someone holds the beliefs of the Nazis, that's their right as Americans, it is just not their right to take away other people's natural born rights. Neo-Nazis are not Nazis, they are the white equivalent of Black Muslims. And while your college might have told you that white people are the dominant power race of the United States, there are a hell of a lot of poor, uneducated, degenerating, constantly in the legal system, addicted to drugs, daddy left the home, mommy is an alcoholic, kids are in the system, poor diet, can't afford a car, living in a trailer park WHITE people who are just as disadvantaged as the great abstract concept of "people of color", "african americans", crippled lesbians & whoever the fuck else. BUT, America doesn't reward losers, haters, ideologues & other negative Nancys, this country runs on OPTIMISM, INDIVIDUALISM & THE ID. SO IT'S A DISADVANTAGE to fall into that mentality. PERIOD. INSTEAD OF PASSING JUDGMENT, WHY NOT TRY TO UNDERSTAND YOUR FELLOW MAN.

White Lines Nightmare Video

2010-07-25T22:55:00.000-07:00

RAMM ELL ZEE STORY

2010-07-22T15:25:00.000-07:00

From my homeboy Bobby Peru of Nonchalance.
OK, I was in New York for a couple weeks last Fall. I had been trying to acquire Ramm:Ell:Zee's Alpha's Bet video for the Drive-In about two years before. During my e-mail dialogue with him I somehow ended up with his phone number, and left him a message, saying I was coming to New York. He called me back and in a very cryptic manner said we should hang out. So I was playing phone tag with him when I was there, and then one morning I pick up the phone and it's him, and I'm saying "when should we get together, maybe tomorrow?" and he's like "right now", and he gives me an address in Battery Park. I take a cab there, wait in the lobby, and he's appears, standing hella far down this hallway, in a football jersey, doorag, and crazy space shades. He says "Bobby Peru, this is the Ramm:Ell:Zee". I'm like "Pleasure", and he says "Do you like rum or vodka", and I say "Vodka", and we go to the liquor store and he buys a big bottle of nice stuff, and we go back to his apartment. Which is actually his girlfriend's apartment, because his old place (WITH ALL THE WORK FROM THE PAST THREE DECADES) had burned down. Apparently his paints and glues had caught fire, which doesn't totally surprise me after seeing the way he works. We enter the small apartment, and he says "Careful of the fumes", and it totally reeked like glue. He says "I'm all sniffed up". He pours two pint glasses of cold vodka, puts on Metallica's black album, loud, on repeat, and there is a TV set just blaring static / white noise. He's working on 3 toy sculptures for the Kid Robot store. I give him a bunch my shit (videos, zines, prints) and he starts flipping through and says "You've done your research", and starts really getting into it. Sean, he loved your illustration from the zines. He kept pointing them out, and saying "That's fresh", and I was like "That's Sean Goblin". I start asking him all kinds of questions about the history, the philosophy, the alter-universe, and he answers in his own abstract dialect that you just have to interpret for yourself. We talked about a bunch of shit, all afernoon. Love, Life, betrayal, artillery. Cool cat, who is intentionally under exposed. After a while, he says, "My name is Stephen". After a few tall glasses of the vodka, I'm helping him with the sculptures, and I notice that he is taking model glue and rubbing it in to the carpet underneath us. And I am getting FADED. And I've been drunk plenty in my life, and this was something else. I realized later that it was the glue. It was like mind eraser. Hours later I wake up on the floor and he's passed out too. I got up and kind of tried to get my shit together, went to the bath room. I come out of the bathroom and he's standing in the middle of the room with a red video tape. He says "I believe this is what you came for" and hands it to me. The Alpha's Bet (plus about another half hour of rare performance and interviews, called the "Evolution Griller"). I take it and stumble out the door. I mean literally, stumbling, holding on to walls and shit. I couldn't even talk when I got in the cab, and the driver says "You alright buddy?" Weeks later we leave a few voice mails for each other, both saying we should hang out again. I sent him a few post cards, and some weird toys from my collection. Then it had been about nine months since I'd talked to him and I get a phone call from his girlfriend (and art dealer), Caremella. She says "Jeff? You know that video Ramm gave you? It was the only copy. Can you dub it and send us one? Thanks!" So I did, and still have the original. It's bad.

Thomas Bruso, Motherfucker, Still a Hero.

2010-07-21T14:50:00.000-07:00

A more in-depth look at Epic Beard Man. Pretty cool.

The GG Allin Manifesto

2010-07-18T20:20:00.000-07:00

If you believe in the real underground of Rock 'N' Roll, then now is the time to do something about it. The time is now to overthrow the current situations and declare war on the record companies, radio stations, publications, clubs, and anyone who promotes the whole so called "scene" as it now stands. We need to destroy it all and take it back from the corporate phonies and conformist. But action must be taken now and blood must be spilled. First let me tell you who I am. I was born Jesus Christ Allin in 1956 in Lancaster, NH. The Jesus Christ they preach about in the Bible is a phony imposter - just a crutch for the cripples to lean on. Fuck that weak shit! I am the man to deal with. I created myself inside the womb from the fires of Hell. There are no separations between Jesus Christ, God and the Devil, because I am all of theme. I am here to take Rock 'N' Roll back & prove to the world that I am the real king through the powers I have acquired. When I was born in 1956, Rock 'N' Roll first started taking off. Why do you think that was? Because I created it. I created Elvis. I made it all happen. Even before I was born I was plotting. But through the years everyone has let it all go. That's why I am ready to take it all back. Nobody has held on. Nobody has had the indurence to finish what they were set out to fucking do. They all let me down or I took their lives for a purpose. I was the one who was throwing all the monkey wrenches into the gears. But money and commercialism made them all sell out. Even Iggy let me down. The Sex Pistols let me down. Sid let me down when he fell in love (that's why they are all dead). And now we have the Ramones praising bands like Guns N' Roses, which runs against everything they were set out to destroy. But now it's 1991. This is the decade for the final bloody mutilation. Time to get Rock 'N' Roll out of the hands of the masses and back to the people who will not accept comfort or conformity at any cost. Then I will commit suicide on stage and the blood of Rock 'N' Roll will become the poison of the Universe forever. Take a look around and see what's happening. Spineless record companies kissing the mainstreams ass, being pressured by the money media and politicians. So called cutting edge radio stations as fucking lame as the stations they oppose. Censorship publications kissing the monkey suits asses, who in turn, are kissing someone else's ass. Even so called "underground" publications have no fucking desire to get blood on their hands. They are too busy crying about how we can make the world a more wonderful place and how politically correct they can be. Talk is fucking cheap. It's time to fight. It's time for revenge. We need to overthrow Rock 'N' Roll as it now stands. We must bring down record companies by not buying their products. A boycott. If you have to have a record, steal it. That way they wont get your money. We've
got to stop feeding them. Your support must now go to me - GG Allin, the commanding leader and terrorist of Rock 'N' Roll. Why do you think I am in prison right now? Because they know who I am and they fear my reality. Our society wants to stop my mission. They want to brain wash you and keep you locked into MTV, and their stagnating, safe worlds. It's a plot to kill Rock 'N' Roll. I am the savior. Thats
why I am considered a threat to society. This is what you should do: Go to your record store and buy all the GG ALLIN recordings you can find. If they dont have any in stock, tell them to order some. If they refuse, then do what you have to do. Call radio stations and demand GG Allin. Spray paint "GG ALLIN" everywhere. Make them aware that the disease and the Scumfuc tradition is still spreading. Write "GG ALLIN" on all your dollar bills. Any bills you have. People do not throw money away, so it would be a free way to get the message out. You must do it every day of your life. We must live for the Rock 'N' Roll underground. It CAN be dark and dangerous again. It CAN be threatning to our society as it was meant to be. IT MUST BE UNCOMPROMISING. And with me as your leader, it will happen. I am ready to lead you, my allies, into the real Rock 'N' Roll underground. Let's get started.
-G.G. Allin(Jesus Christ Allin)

Jack Parow

2010-07-15T22:37:00.000-07:00

Jack Parow South African Superstar Rapper. DIe Antwoord & Company breathed life back into rap.
Dans Dans Dans

Coolers As Ekke

Die Antwoord - Wat Pomp

I fit right in, like my cock in your mother.

Banana Rap

2010-07-13T08:54:00.000-07:00

This Banana Rap

HERE'S TO AMERICA.

2010-07-04T11:08:00.000-07:00

African devil worship meets Marvel superheros & Marshall amps.

"To a new world of Gods and monsters." Where man & technology are at one & both are accelerated by the relationship.

It's time to chase your dreams...

A world with no walls, no delineations, no barriers.

We answer to a higher authority.

RIP RAMM ELL ZEE

2010-06-29T23:50:00.000-07:00

The following is from Sam Cohen's Meme's & Mortar blog. I thought it was a good window into the world of RAMM ELL ZEE & it's an interesting blog, dealing with alot of what i was dealing with while living in Oakland, CA & working with Oaklandish. Anyhow, RAMM ELL ZEE was one of the few artists who i truly respect & admire & believe in their work. He was/is so clearly a bonafide culture hero & wizard in the truest sense, which is what the true artist is. More as i find it.

“We control your icons. We wrote them on your trains those big gigantic rolling pages...”

-Rammellzee, interview, Style Wars 2004 edition.

I first heard of The Rammellzee through my man Chuck Galli, who interviewed him for a paper titled “Hip-Hop Futurism: Remixing Afrofuturism and the Hermeneutics of Identity.” Chuck directed me to Zee's website, where can be found the cryptic treatise/equation that the artist's name embodies, as well as some sculptural representations of the godheads who, as Zee sees it, fight for the domination of language.

Rammellzee has been active since the late seventies. As a member of that founding generation, he was and remains uniquely sensitive to the power of symbols and signifiers to generate and destroy worlds. Hip hop is a war of symbolic communication, and like a savant or kabbalist, Zee understands alphanumeric units not as pure abstractions, but as souls, and soldiers:

“The letters are weapons. Instead of Orson Wells stating that...the books will be burnt. The books will stay there. The letters have left the page. And once it went up the letter had better be ready to fly.”

-””, Style Wars 2004 edition.

So, here is the interview:

[SC] You seem to have a unique understanding of language and its hidden powers. And I am curious how you would describe your relationship to language, whether as a sculptor, emcee, whatever...

[RZ] The "Weaver's" have it! ZeeOut.

[SC] The Weaver's!? Who are the Weaver's, Zee?

[RZ] We are...and the others that migrated from the burnt out, bulletins, schools, fuzz,death. ZeeOut.

[SC] That reminds me of a verse I wrote once,

'Learn to weave, and time will bend for you,
it is a different art from drawing lines.'

Hard to put a finger on, but 'weaving' involves a different kind of consciousness than 'delineation,' which is the mode in which man-made environments, texts, works of art are usually built and experienced.

And the tension between the two, as when an artist weaves over linear surfaces or spaces, as with subway graffiti and certain styles of rap, can be explosive. What do you think?

[RZ] As like in the Gothics or the webs Futurism. z.

[SC] You know, language has been standardized to an amazing degree in the past few hundred years, thanks to the extension of public education, bureaucracy, communications networks. But language, if left to its own devices, evolves very quickly, as evidenced by the many 'bastard' dialects that branched off from Latin after the fall of the Roman Empire.

"Standard English" is basically a closed system. There are rules of grammar, spelling, even pronunciation...which prevent us from changing it in any lasting way. But there are some people who the forces of standardization do not reach--ghetto kids, for example. And my question is, do you think this apparent disadvantage can sometimes free people to innovate or even restructure language?

[RZ] Due to the fact that in hip-hop or rap music, which are definitely 2 different things. Hip-Hop is for fun, rap is a mug shot for gangsters and war and pimps. Both are always business men or wombed-man. Emotionally it is impossible for the subject as slanguage. For if a white man can act like a black man but has forgotten that letters themselves were once racists by volume and diction. A black man thinks he owns A-Z and this rhythmic culture now noticed by the white man, makes the white man look impotent since Gutenberg's printing press and the Clergy.
White man thinks he has invented something called respect by disavowing the language of our language tree by thinking that the black man regurgitated from white man's indo-european germanic dialects.

[SC] People have probably asked you this before, but what do you think was the role of the five percenters in the development of hip hop culture? Especially maybe from 1974-79, what you describe as “a war era, where knowledge formed about by itself through the body, in the dark, underground.”

[RZ] There was none. It was about Math and the Mapamatics of the body.

[SC] Where were you during the blackout of 1977?

[RZ] Madison Avenue. Zee OUT.

SUMMER TIME!!!

2010-06-26T20:14:00.000-07:00

Sabrina - Boys Boys Boys

Desireless - Voyage Voyage

Alphaville - Sounds like a Melody

Lichtenfels - Sounds Like a Melody

A Stacey Q Moment

2010-06-25T20:53:00.000-07:00

Q - Sushi

SSQ - Synthcide

Stacey Q - Two of Hearts

One time Stacey was a hostess at Ruby Pagonia's. She also worked as a cashier for the valet parking lot at the Mariott. She dyed her hair magenta, they suggested it was a little too wild for their employees. She was nineteen at the time. It was kind of funny because they wanted to keep her on because they really liked her work so they suggested she dye her hair back. She said, "Not on your life!" and was out of there. As a teenager through to early adulthood, Swain bought and listened to records by David Bowie. Her favorite albums were Hunky Dory and The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. Swain has claimed her style of music was actually influenced by Bowie and other hard rock artists, including Hanoi Rocks, The Rolling Stones and Depeche Mode.

Euro House Explosion

2010-06-08T11:23:00.000-07:00

Mysterious Art - Das Omen & Carma.

Plaza - Yo YO

Off - Electrica Salsa

Mega Mall

2010-06-07T08:48:00.001-07:00

Mega Mall, originally uploaded by SEAN ÄABERG.

The Mega Mall has the ability to be the ultimate pinnacle of human culture. At its most basic form, it is a big box, filled with boxes. You can do ANYTHING with these boxes. To condemn the mall to what it has been or what it seems to be is to lock up one's imagination & deny the unlimited potential of human creation. The Mega Mall can be EVERYTHING. IT CAN BE CURATED.

Pizza Party Cards: OUT NOW

2010-06-03T13:55:00.000-07:00

Now Available!!!

27 different character cards to collect! 5 cards per pack! Crazy cartoons & a puzzle on the backs of cards. Totally crazy world of the future!

What Did I Do Wrong?

2010-06-03T09:57:00.002-07:00

Rap Against Rape. Completely & utterly insane, yet magical. Thanks to Oronzo for this one.

The Founding and Manifesto of Futurism

2010-05-26T09:59:00.000-07:00

Words to live by.
The Founding and Manifesto of Futurism by F.T. Marinetti 1909

We had stayed up all night, my friends and I, under hanging mosque lamps with domes of filigreed brass, domes starred like our spirits, shining like them with the prisoned radiance of electric hearts. For hours we had trampled our atavistic ennui into rich oriental rugs, arguing up to the last confines of logic and blackening many reams of paper with our frenzied scribbling.

An immense pride was buoying us up, because we felt ourselves alone at that hour, alone, awake, and on our feet, like proud beacons or forward sentries against an army of hostile stars glaring down at us from their celestial encampments. Alone with stokers feeding the hellish fires of great ships, alone with the black spectres who grope in the red-hot bellies of locomotives launched on their crazy courses, alone with drunkards reeling like wounded birds along the city walls.

Suddenly we jumped, hearing the mighty noise of the huge double-decker trams that rumbled by outside, ablaze with colored lights, like villages on holiday suddenly struck and uprooted by the flooding Po and dragged over falls and through gourges to the sea.

Then the silence deepened. But, as we listened to the old canal muttering its feeble prayers and the creaking bones of sickly palaces above their damp green beards, under the windows we suddenly heard the famished roar of automobiles.

“Let’s go!” I said. “Friends, away! Let’s go! Mythology and the Mystic Ideal are defeated at last. We’re about to see the Centaur’s birth and, soon after, the first flight of Angels!... We must shake at the gates of life, test the bolts and hinges. Let’s go! Look there, on the earth, the very first dawn! There’s nothing to match the splendor of the sun’s red sword, slashing for the first time through our millennial gloom!”

We went up to the three snorting beasts, to lay amorous hands on their torrid breasts. I stretched out on my car like a corpse on its bier, but revived at once under the steering wheel, a guillotine blade that threatened my stomach.

The raging broom of madness swept us out of ourselves and drove us through streets as rough and deep as the beds of torrents. Here and there, sick lamplight through window glass taught us to distrust the deceitful mathematics of our perishing eyes.

I cried, “The scent, the scent alone is enough for our beasts.”

And like young lions we ran after Death, its dark pelt blotched with pale crosses as it escaped down the vast violet living and throbbing sky.

But we had no ideal Mistress raising her divine form to the clouds, nor any cruel Queen to whom to offer our bodies, twisted like Byzantine rings! There was nothing to make us wish for death, unless the wish to be free at last from the weight of our courage!

And on we raced, hurling watchdogs against doorsteps, curling them under our burning tires like collars under a flatiron. Death, domesticated, met me at every turn, gracefully holding out a paw, or once in a while hunkering down, making velvety caressing eyes at me from every puddle.

“Let’s break out of the horrible shell of wisdom and throw ourselves like pride-ripened fruit into the wide, contorted mouth of the wind! Let’s give ourselves utterly to the Unknown, not in desperation but only to replenish the deep wells of the Absurd!”

The words were scarcely out of my mouth when I spun my car around with the frenzy of a dog trying to bite its tail, and there, suddenly, were two cyclists coming towards me, shaking their fists, wobbling like two equally convincing but nevertheless contradictory arguments. Their stupid dilemma was blocking my way—Damn! Ouch!... I stopped short and to my disgust rolled over into a ditch with my wheels in the air...

O maternal ditch, almost full of muddy water! Fair factory drain! I gulped down your nourishing sludge; and I remembered the blessed black beast of my Sudanese nurse... When I came up—torn, filthy, and stinking—from under the capsized car, I felt the white-hot iron of joy deliciously pass through my heart!

A crowd of fishermen with handlines and gouty naturalists were already swarming around the prodigy. With patient, loving care those people rigged a tall derrick and iron grapnels to fish out my car, like a big beached shark. Up it came from the ditch, slowly, leaving in the bottom, like scales, its heavy framework of good sense and its soft upholstery of comfort.

They thought it was dead, my beautiful shark, but a caress from me was enough to revive it; and there it was, alive again, running on its powerful fins!

And so, faces smeared with good factory muck—plastered with metallic waste, with senseless sweat, with celestial soot—we, bruised, our arms in slings, but unafraid, declared our high intentions to all the living of the earth:

Manifesto of Futurism

We intend to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and fearlessness.
Courage, audacity, and revolt will be essential elements of our poetry.
Up to now literature has exalted a pensive immobility, ecstasy, and sleep. We intend to exalt aggresive action, a feverish insomnia, the racer’s stride, the mortal leap, the punch and the slap.
We affirm that the world’s magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing car whose hood is adorned with great pipes, like serpents of explosive breath—a roaring car that seems to ride on grapeshot is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.
We want to hymn the man at the wheel, who hurls the lance of his spirit across the Earth, along the circle of its orbit.
The poet must spend himself with ardor, splendor, and generosity, to swell the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements.
Except in struggle, there is no more beauty. No work without an aggressive character can be a masterpiece. Poetry must be conceived as a violent attack on unknown forces, to reduce and prostrate them before man.
We stand on the last promontory of the centuries!... Why should we look back, when what we want is to break down the mysterious doors of the Impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We already live in the absolute, because we have created eternal, omnipresent speed.
We will glorify war—the world’s only hygiene—militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of freedom-bringers, beautiful ideas worth dying for, and scorn for woman.
We will destroy the museums, libraries, academies of every kind, will fight moralism, feminism, every opportunistic or utilitarian cowardice.
We will sing of great crowds excited by work, by pleasure, and by riot; we will sing of the multicolored, polyphonic tides of revolution in the modern capitals; we will sing of the vibrant nightly fervor of arsenals and shipyards blazing with violent electric moons; greedy railway stations that devour smoke-plumed serpents; factories hung on clouds by the crooked lines of their smoke; bridges that stride the rivers like giant gymnasts, flashing in the sun with a glitter of knives; adventurous steamers that sniff the horizon; deep-chested locomotives whose wheels paw the tracks like the hooves of enormous steel horses bridled by tubing; and the sleek flight of planes whose propellers chatter in the wind like banners and seem to cheer like an enthusiastic crowd.
It is from Italy that we launch through the world this violently upsetting incendiary manifesto of ours. With it, today, we establish Futurism, because we want to free this land from its smelly gangrene of professors, archaeologists, ciceroni and antiquarians. For too long has Italy been a dealer in second-hand clothes. We mean to free her from the numberless museums that cover her like so many graveyards.

Museums: cemeteries!... Identical, surely, in the sinister promiscuity of so many bodies unknown to one another. Museums: public dormitories where one lies forever beside hated or unknown beings. Museums: absurd abattoirs of painters and sculptors ferociously slaughtering each other with color-blows and line-blows, the length of the fought-over walls!

That one should make an annual pilgrimage, just as one goes to the graveyard on All Souls’ Day—that I grant. That once a year one should leave a floral tribute beneath the Gioconda, I grant you that... But I don’t admit that our sorrows, our fragile courage, our morbid restlessness should be given a daily conducted tour through the museums. Why poison ourselves? Why rot?

And what is there to see in an old picture except the laborious contortions of an artist throwing himself against the barriers that thwart his desire to express his dream completely?... Admiring an old picture is the same as pouring our sensibility into a funerary urn instead of hurtling it far off, in violent spasms of action and creation.

Do you, then, wish to waste all your best powers in this eternal and futile worship of the past, from which you emerge fatally exhausted, shrunken, beaten down?

In truth I tell you that daily visits to museums, libraries, and academies (cemeteries of empty exertion, Calvaries of crucified dreams, registries of aborted beginnings!) are, for artists, as damaging as the prolonged supervision by parents of certain young people drunk with their talent and their ambitious wills. When the future is barred to them, the admirable past may be a solace for the ills of the moribund, the sickly, the prisoner... But we want no part of it, the past, we the young and strong Futurists!

So let them come, the gay incendiaries with charred fingers! Here they are! Here they are!... Come on! set fire to the library shelves! Turn aside the canals to flood the museums!... Oh, the joy of seeing the glorious old canvases bobbing adrift on those waters, discolored and shredded!... Take up your pickaxes, your axes and hammers and wreck, wreck the venerable cities, pitilessly!

The oldest of us is thirty: so we have at least a decade for finishing our work. When we are forty, other younger and stronger men will probably throw us in the wastebasket like useless manuscripts—we want it to happen!

They will come against us, our successors, will come from far away, from every quarter, dancing to the winged cadence of their first songs, flexing the hooked claws of predators, sniffing doglike at the academy doors the strong odor of our decaying minds, which will have already been promised to the literary catacombs.

But we won’t be there... At last they’ll find us—one winter’s night—in open country, beneath a sad roof drummed by a monotonous rain. They’ll see us crouched beside our trembling aeroplanes in the act of warming our hands at the poor little blaze that our books of today will give out when they take fire from the flight of our images.

They’ll storm around us, panting with scorn and anguish, and all of them, exasperated by our proud daring, will hurtle to kill us, driven by a hatred the more implacable the more their hearts will be drunk with love and admiration for us.

Injustice, strong and sane, will break out radiantly in their eyes.

Art, in fact, can be nothing but violence, cruelty, and injustice.

The oldest of us is thirty: even so we have already scattered treasures, a thousand treasures of force, love, courage, astuteness, and raw will-power; have thrown them impatiently away, with fury, carelessly, unhesitatingly, breathless, and unresting... Look at us! We are still untired! Our hearts know no weariness because they are fed with fire, hatred, and speed!... Does that amaze you? It should, because you can never remember having lived! Erect on the summit of the world, once again we hurl our defiance at the stars!

You have objections?—Enough! Enough! We know them... We’ve understood!... Our fine deceitful intelligence tells us that we are the revival and extension of our ancestors—Perhaps!... If only it were so!—But who cares? We don’t want to understand!... Woe to anyone who says those infamous words to us again!

Lift up your heads!

Erect on the summit of the world, once again we hurl defiance to the stars!

The ROZZ-TOX Manifesto

2010-05-26T09:52:00.000-07:00

Words to live by.

The ROZZ-TOX Manifesto
(a 1980 artifact with end of the millenium resonances)
Gary Panter
Item 1: The avant-garde is no corpus. It merely lies in shock after an unfortunate bout with its own petard. It feigns sleep but one eye glitters and an involuntary twitch in the corner of the mouth belies a suppressed snicker. The giggle of coming awake at one's own funeral dressed in atomic TV beatnik furniture. A mutant with a mission.

Item 2: There are twenty years left in the twentieth century. Twenty years to reap the rewards and calamities that have been put in motion in this period. At this time a current of aesthetic function is emerging: the inevitable culmination of concepts and experiments pioneered and conducted in this century. We declare society an amusement park and one to be dead reckoned with.

Item 3: A deadly texture and tone have taken the cereal Nirvana: a misanthrope born of capitol realities, tendencies, and inter-office memos. Sightless businessmen-posed-entertainers shovel up tons of soulless Saturday morning animation. Would that you could make cost effective the rubbery genius that was the Saturday morning of our youth.

Item 4: We say enough to the instigators of game show design for we are sick and dizzy. Show us the backs of these monstrous facades, for even bare plywood is a healthier texture. Oh you seekers of the new who run terrified from history into the clutches of an eternal life where no electric shaver can be built to last.

Item 5: Close the bars! We require well lit media centers that serve soft drinks and milk. We require that top-40 radio stop it. And this for extant executive entertainers: We know when to laugh. Machines don't, and it is irritation to hear them laugh at the wrong time. They laugh at nothing and nothing isn't funny.

Item 6: Find the evil doers, the merchant peddlers of Pavlovia who use our unmentionable parts against us. Will you hide behind a scrim of two-dimensional phosphorescence when Biology exacts its reward?

Item 7: Profound faith in glamour is a surefire way to not see that you kill what you eat. We believe and worship a two-dimensional world. No god printers save us when we stand naked and brainless before an uncompromising and impartial physicality. We are sick now/get wise to the media. Join the art police. We call for posting of cow pictures in every fast food franchise. And for vegetarians, recordings of screaming vegetables at every salad bar.

Item 8: Beautiful and effective communicative marketing and aesthetic media are not innately evil; merely seductive. However, seductive aesthetics and media are prone to undermine common sense and vision in a capitalistic culture. Our own creations have shamed us. Teaching us that the hand and opinion of the individual are not as legitimate as that of opinion transmuted and inflated by broadcast ... especially when that opinion is on 80-pound coated stock, in full color ... or when that opinion steals invisibly and incomprehensibly into a box in our homes. Would that society reveled in certain varieties of vandalism and disarray. May we mow our lawns and remain civilized.

Item 9: It is unfortunate and unacceptable what vile and lazy do-nothings are given unwarranted credence for mouthing such foul and mean clichis as "rip-off" and "sell-out." They have no understanding of our economy and the time it takes society to go. Confess and shut up! Capitalism good or ill is the river in which we sink or swim. Inspiration has always been born of recombination.

Item 10: In a capitalistic society such as the in which we live, aesthetics as an endeavor flows thorough a body which is built of free enterprise and various illnesses. In boom times art may be supported by wildcat speculation or my excess funds in form of grants from the state or patronship as a tax write-off. Currently we are suffering from a lean economy. By necessity we must infiltrate popular mediums. We are building a business-based art movement. This is not new. Admitting it is.

Item 11: Business 1. To create a pseudo-avant-garde that is cost effective. 2. To create merchandising platforms on popular communications and entertainment media. 3. To extensively mine our recent and ancient past for icons worth remembering and permutating: recombo archaeology.

Item 12: Waiting for art talent scouts? There are no art talent scouts. Face it, no one will seek you out. No one gives a shit.

Item 13: Market saturation was reached in sixties - everyone knows that. Fine Elitist Art is of diminishing utility. There is not more reward for maintaining or joining an elite and sterile crew.

Item 14: Elitist art cannot help the emergent complex through its painful and potentially stupidly dangerous adolescence. Start or support primitive industry, propaganda to no dogma, and environmental jarrs.

Item 15: Law: If you want better media, go make it.

Item 16: We are born capitalists and manufacturers of alternative goods and services. We are made propagandists and propose an antimedia to no dogma. We call for popular environmental manipulators, primitive industry, an avant-garde placed squarely in the entertainment field, for archaeologists and synthesizers.

Item 17: A call for mutant intuition and wrestling is real. A current that synthesizes ideas and entertainment .. an antimedia that creates, participates, and services and broader-based lunatic fringe and one that is capable of finishing the century outright. An avant-garde that has no mean diversion and stocks the supermarket.

Item 18: Our lack of popularity in high school was led us to think and thinking has lead us to this. No war is waged here; only a strain, a virus, a toxoid, a Rozz-Toxoid. The emergent complex asks for just twenty years of your time. Now, stand and sing ...

Final Note: Capitalism for good or ill is the river in which we sink or swim, and stocks the supermarket.

Against Community

2010-05-24T19:02:00.001-07:00

From Andy Warhol's POPiSM
"On the plane coming home, Paul (Morrissey) reflected, "You know, there's alot to be said against San Francisco & its love children. People are always so boring when they band together. You have to be alone to develop all the idiosyncrasies that make a person interesting. In San Francisco, instead of becoming outcasts like you're supposed to when you take drugs, they organize communities around it! Then they get pretentious & call it a religion - then they get hypocritical & say some drugs are good, others are bad..."

Happy Birthday Pac-Man!!!

2010-05-21T14:01:00.000-07:00

It's Pac-Man's 30th birthday! Pac-Man is one of the best characters AND video games EVER created complete with an awesome iconographic langauge of ghosts, cherries & other fruits & the mad dash to clear screens & eat those pesky ghost monsters. The game holds up after thousands & thousands of plays, i just downloaded an NES version to play on my Wii a week or so ago & my 2 & 4 year old obsess over Pac-Man just like i did when i first saw him.

"The game was developed primarily by a young Namco employee Tōru Iwatani, over a year, beginning in April 1979, employing a nine-man team. The original title was pronounced pakku-man (パックマン?) and was inspired by the Japanese onomatopoeic phrase paku-paku taberu (パクパク食べる?),[25] where paku-paku describes (the sound of) the mouth movement when widely opened and then closed in succession.[26] Although it is often cited that the character's shape was inspired by a pizza missing a slice,[6] he admitted in a 1986 interview that it was a half-truth and the character design also came from simplifying and rounding out the Japanese character for mouth, kuchi (口) as well as the basic concept of eating.[27] Iwatani's efforts to appeal to a wider audience—beyond the typical demographics of young boys and teenagers—eventually led him to add elements of a maze. The result was a game he named Puck Man."

Banana Splits Buggy Race

2010-05-19T21:16:00.000-07:00

This video represents the true character of America.

Why the future doesn't need us & other stupid statements.

2010-05-16T10:34:00.000-07:00

"Given the incredible power of these new technologies, shouldn't we be asking how we can best coexist with them? And if our own extinction is a likely, or even possible, outcome of our technological development, shouldn't we proceed with great caution?" -Billy Joy, founder of Sun Microsystems. I remember when this piece first came out, but wasn't compelled to comment on it or share it for some reason. I think i was over-futured out at that point, but here i am again. I popped this up because Feral House has released a collection Ted Theodore Kaczynski's writings called "Technological Slavery". I'm not a fan of Kaczynski, never have been, but i think it's a good move on Feral House's part to publish his work, no matter my opinion on how poisonous & mentally ill it is. They also published a big Trojan Horse of a book supposedly about Black Metal & the satanic aspects of Rock & Roll music, but inside was an absurd amount of information on Black Metal's own Louis Farrakhan: Varg Vikernes. This isn't a criticism, i quite enjoyed the book & the content by Varg & the shaping of Black Metal as a mystic racial concept was pretty interesting. I'm just emphasizing that it fits in with Feral House's general ISM. Anyhow, my point, pure & simple is that the idea of technology overtaking humanity & this somehow being rationalized (not unlike Battlestar Galactica) is bloody stupid, self-hating humans are mentally ill & should be treated as such, technology is part of what we do as a species & complicates things sure, we're not just fucking chimpanzees eating bananas all day, & that's a damn good thing. Anti-civilization theory is a mistake, it might bring up some interesting angles, but ultimately it's a pathetic, loser mentality for cowards that don't have the balls to pick up the torch that was handed off to us. You don't drop the torch, waving your hands around as the flame lightly scorches your arm hair, you hold the torch out & RUN WITH IT.

RONNIE JAMES DIO

2010-05-16T00:05:00.000-07:00

2010-05-14T16:55:00.000-07:00

Single version of Duran Duran's "My Own Way"

IS MICHAEL JACKSON ALIVE??? & IS HE DAVE DAVE?

2010-05-12T08:36:00.001-07:00

Goblinko Vending Machine Expansion

2010-05-08T15:20:00.000-07:00

Goblinko vending machines are now to be found at MECCA, the Bijou, Kitsch & Olive Juice, all in unlikely Eugene, Oregon. Currently in the machines are Monsters, Weirdos & Creeps cards, Sticker Please! stickers & just released PIZZA PARTY character cards with ROSHAMBO fighting action! Check them out!

Mike Diana & Susie Morbid talking about GG Allin.

2010-05-02T15:15:00.000-07:00

Mike Diana & Susie Morbid talking about GG Allin.

MUSCLES

2010-05-02T15:02:00.000-07:00

Jubilee

2010-04-27T18:50:00.000-07:00

Derek Jarman's Jubilee is fantastic as well.

Kraftwerk realizes the futurist sound poetry.

More futurism realized. The Art of Noise (name taken from Luigi Russolo's manifesto) with a computer generated personality Max Headroom.

More GG.

2010-04-26T20:49:00.000-07:00

Glorious cartoon performance. Jane Whitney does a GREAT job getting him riled up & it's a beautiful thing. I love this.

A ROOM IN THE "CAMBRIDGE RAPIST HOTEL"

2010-04-26T20:28:00.000-07:00

"There are two rules I've always tried to live by: turn left, if you're supposed to turn right; go through any door that you're not supposed to enter." ~Malcolm McLaren

Love this GG Allin on Jerry Springer. Almost everything he says is a great quote.
Jerry Springer sounds like the Kwik Bunny.
"If you get raped at my show, you're probably better off for it."

Also, check this out, "Who Killed Bambi?", Roger Ebert's original screenplay for the Great Rock & Roll Swindle, to have been directed by Russ Meyer if all had gone according to plan. Thanks to Theo Auer for the heads up on that!

Who Killed Bambi?

2010-04-26T08:08:00.000-07:00

The ability to be absurdly timely on the internet creates these media cluster-fucks where as news breaks, everyone covers whatever is going on & the thing sweeps through the circuits, like baseball fans doing "The Wave". Malcolm McLaren dying is just another one of these media waves that i had no interest in piling on top of. I also believe that it takes a bit of time to gather one's wits about them & actually assess these sorts of things.

I hadn't become reobsessed with Andy Warhol before McLaren had died either, so the picture was incomplete. McLaren & Warhol are very similar sorts of people, people with the Midas touch, people that create broader value out of things that might be otherwise overlooked, ignored & undervalued. Curators of humanity! In the Art world, there is alot of emphasis on "creation" & things being "new", but when you take a look at how many people are creating all of this new stuff, how much of all this stuff is just piling up in hidden areas, it becomes ludicrously apparent that what is needed is one of these McLarens, one of these Warhols to come & put something together out of it. As they begin to assemble this thing, it gains a bit of cultural gravity & people begin to find this new thing & even conform to it & soon you've got an enormous snowball rolling down the mountain collecting everything in its wake.

People have called McLaren & Warhol exploitative as if it's a bad thing, seems to be that it's better to be exploited than to be ignored. Once you get a bit of that gold value, you can run with it & do with it as you like. It's fantastic.

McLaren's art is fully realized in the movie "The Great Rock & Roll Swindle", make sure to watch it soon!

The Futurist Toy

2010-04-22T09:44:00.000-07:00

THE FUTURIST TOY by Giacomo Balla and Fortunato Depero from the Futurist Reconstruction of the Universe
In games and toys, as in all traditionalist manifestations, there is nothing but grotesque imitation, timidity (little trains, prams, puppets), immobile objects, stupid caricatures of domestic objects, antigymnastic and monotonous, which can only cretinize and depress a child. With plastic complexes we will construct toys which will accustom the child:
to completely spontaneous laughter (through absurdly comical tricks);
to maximum elasticity (without resorting to thrown projectiles, whip cracking, pin pricks, etc.);
to imaginative impulses (by using fantastic toys to be studied under a magnifying glass, small boxes to be opened at night containing pyrotechnic marvels, transforming devices, etc.)
to the continual exercise and sharpening of his sensitivity (in the unbounded realms of acute and exciting noises, smells and colors) to physical courage, to fighting and to war (with gigantic, dangerous & aggressive toys that will work outdoors).

After reading this, it seems clear to me they are talking about Japanese Robot toys with the shooting fists, transformations, missiles & the like. I still sometimes can't handle how amazing what the Futurists wrote was/is... they really saw the future, America is exactly what they are talking about, but as i say in my Futurist pamphlet (which you can order from me for $2), without the soul of the artist & the packaging of the poet, it has the same passeism as the Italy of their time. I profoundly believe that with just a small amount of guidance & direction, the things that so many Americans point to as excuses for their alienation: shopping malls, car culture, fast food, television, education, mass media on every level, everything really, can be sources of joy, inspiration & pride. The work of Andy Warhol points to this, the work of Gary Panter points to this & the formula is laid out clearly by the Italian Futurists.

Earth Day Message from the Ramones

2010-04-22T08:04:00.000-07:00

Art Clokey (Gumby Creator) Joins the Revolution

2010-04-21T23:21:00.000-07:00

Art Clokey turns his back on his family & responsibilities to explore himself as America has its own cultural revolution.

Andy Warhol by David Bowie

2010-04-21T23:14:00.000-07:00

Bonus Andy Warhol eats a hamburger. This should probably be its own television channel.

Another idea for a television channel i had was the GUMBASIA channel.

GUMBASIA!!!!

Warhol & Jackson

2010-04-21T23:01:00.001-07:00

I was just noticing a strange similarity between Warhol's plastic appearance & Michael Jackson's plastic appearance, the wigs too.

"I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic." ~Andy Warhol

SUPER MUTATION!

2010-04-16T08:19:00.000-07:00

One of the first times i felt totally violated by the pain of the "sell out" was with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. In 1986, the TMNT were a successful, but still very underground black & white comic that was half tongue in cheek, half totally serious. Eastman & Laird's drawing style combined all sorts of awesome comics references & essentially defined to me what a cool drawer was. As the comic series progressed, the title was interpreted by lots of different artists, introducing me to Mark Bode & Richard Corben, but also giving me headaches because of certain translations of the characters & drawing styles i didn't like. It seemed like as soon as i got into the turtles they began an immediate hurtling forwards into popularity which just kept going. At first i had the same feeling i would have years later when "Punk" became popular with bands like Green Day, Rancid & the Offspring: violated.

Years later as i am slowly creating my own media empire, i dream of having millions of cartoons & toys & cookies & slime pies & gelatin deserts & oven mits with my designs on them. I still think that Eastman & Laird screwed up on some levels with the recreation of the turtles as commercial products, on the other hand, some of the wrongness of having something as absurd as teenage mutant ninja turtles cereal & the Archie comics series end up being very right in a very right way.

BUG-EYED TAR BABIES?

2010-04-15T17:23:00.000-07:00

When you're a hammer, the whole world starts looking like nails.
"BUG-EYED TAR BABIES? Once again, EW makes a racist faux pas in its choice of “clever” cartoons. First was the baffling image of a man passing off his Nazi salute as a pose for Lord of the Dance — in SCOTTISH garb. Now we have the distasteful April 8 cover by Sean Aaberg. The style may be a nod to R. Crumb and/or underground comics of the ’60s/’70s but I’m sorry to report that there are images of blacks portrayed as bug-eyed big-lipped tar babies. Of course, they’re in the back of a bus. It’s pathetic. EW, aren’t you even looking at this stuff?! Again I must remind you that we’re in the 21st century. Glenn Leonard, Eugene"

The bus in question is being driven by my character, "Fabulous Mario".

Toni Basil

2010-04-09T18:34:00.001-07:00

Toni Basil - Shopping From A to Z.

Toni Basil - My Little Red Book

Psychotic Banana @ Kitsch

2010-04-03T19:08:00.001-07:00

4.2.10, originally uploaded by Katie Aaberg.

Kitsch is a cool vintage boutique here in Eugene run by my mate Aaron Chester, whose wife runs the also cool Deluxe vintage boutique. This banana recently appeared in the window there.

Goblinko Vending Machine

2010-04-01T17:28:00.001-07:00

Goblinko Sticker Machine, originally uploaded by SEAN ÄABERG.

Goblinko has launched its first vending machine at Olive Juice in Eugene, featuring new STICKER PLEASE! stickers & Monsters, Weirdos & Creeps cards. Operating our own vending machines has been one of our plans since day 1 of Goblinko & is now coming into fruition. We aim to get a comics & zine vending machine together next as well as other sticker & card vending machines in other locations.

Sorceror News: 'Sorcerer' faces imminent death in Saudi Arabia

2010-03-31T23:08:00.000-07:00

By Sebastian Usher BBC News, London
The lawyer for a Lebanese man sentenced to death in Saudi Arabia for witchcraft has appealed for international help to save him. Ali Sabat was the host of a popular Lebanese TV show in which he predicted the future and gave advice. He was arrested by religious police on sorcery charges while on a pilgrimage to Saudi Arabia in 2008. His lawyer, May el-Khansa, says she has been told Mr Sabat is due to be executed this week. Ms Khansa has contacted the Lebanese president and prime minister to appeal on his behalf. There has been no official confirmation from Saudi Arabia, but executions there are often carried out with little warning. Mr Sabat did make a confession, but Ms Khansa says he only did so because he had been told he could go back to Lebanon if he did. Human rights groups have accused the Saudis of "sanctioning a literal witch hunt by the religious police". An Egyptian working as a pharmacist in Saudi Arabia was executed in 2007 after having been found guilty of using sorcery to try to separate a married couple. There is no legal definition of witchcraft in Saudi Arabia, but horoscopes and fortune telling are condemned as un-Islamic. Nevertheless, there is still a big thirst for such services in the country where widespread superstition survives under the surface of strict religious orthodoxy.

MASTERTRONIC

2010-03-28T10:41:00.000-07:00

Most of my art is being posted ONLINE on the Eaten By Ducks blog, or at my new MASTERTRONIC art blog, which features all the cool art i find on the onlines. My flickr account is the best place to find everything though.

It's Spring Again - Biz Markie

2010-03-20T09:56:00.000-07:00

MIUZI WEIGHS A TON

2010-03-16T08:27:00.001-07:00

I was watching videos of that awesome Japanese National Anarchist politician Toyama Koichi who gave the terrifying speech, & then followed some more links & found that the big Japanese Nationalist style is these propaganda vans. I love these things. I was immediately reminded of Public Enemy & also of the KLF with their ice cream van. I think GOBLINKO needs a propaganda van now.

Remember the brief "jeep" trend? What if those jeeps were actually these propaganda vans? I think Alex Jones should get on this. Put the bullhorns on a van man.

I forgot to mention Flavor Flav's denim trench-coat. 2010 FTW.

Pizza Party Prototype: Collexor

2010-03-15T23:35:00.001-07:00

Pizza Party Prototype: Collexor, originally uploaded by SEAN ÄABERG.

I'm going to start rolling out the prototypes of these ones pretty soon. Seeing how i like them. Notice on bottom left hand corner you can do the RO SHAM BO with them.

NEW IT'S CRAZY TIME SKETCH COMEDY!!!!

2010-03-15T11:51:00.001-07:00

Video Store by It's Crazy Time.

My little brother Danny James & Doug Freedman are the two neurotic weirdos behind the comedic GENIUS of It's Crazy Time.

the majesty

2010-03-12T10:21:00.001-08:00

the majesty, originally uploaded by NATO vs Warsaw.

Our hearts are swelling with pride as the universe opens wide. We, loyal legions of GOBLINKO prepare ourselves for our place in world history!

2 OVER 10 PROPHECY ADVANCED AS ALL-BLACK PENGUIN IS DISCOVERED.

2010-03-12T10:19:00.001-08:00

majesty, originally uploaded by NATO vs Warsaw.

By Stephen Messenger
King Penguins are notorious for their prim, tuxedoed appearance -- but a recently discovered all-black penguin seems unafraid to defy convention. In what has been described as a "one in a zillion kind of mutation," biologists say that the animal has lost control of its pigmentation, an occurrence that is extremely rare. Other than the penguin's monochromatic outfit, the animal appears to be perfectly healthy -- and then some. "Look at the size of those legs," said one scientist, "It's an absolute monster."

The under-dressed penguin was photographed by Andrew Evans of National Geographic on the island of South Georgia near Antarctica. As the picture circulated, some biologists were taken aback -- including Dr. Allan Baker of the University of Toronto. His first response was disbelief:
Wow. That looks so bizarre I can't even believe it. Wow.
While multicolored birds will often show some variation, Dr. Baker explains that what makes this all-black King Penguin so rare is that the bird's melanin deposits have occurred where they are typically not present -- enough so that no light feathers even checker the bird's normally white chest.

Andrew Evans:
Melanism is merely the dark pigmentation of skin, fur -- or in this case, feathers. The unique trait derives from increased melanin in the body. Genes may play a role, but so might other factors. While melanism is common in many different animal species (e.g., Washington D.C. is famous for its melanistic squirrels), the trait is extremely rare in penguins. All-black penguins are so rare there is practically no research on the subject -- biologists guess that perhaps one in every quarter million of penguins shows evidence of at least partial melanism, whereas the penguin we saw appears to be almost entirely (if not entirely) melanistic.
Whether or not the all-black look catches on in the penguin fashion world, it's nice to see someone dressing-down for once.

KNIGHT LORE

2010-03-11T12:05:00.001-08:00

Lurking for Knight Lore

stickers

2010-03-10T09:10:00.000-08:00

Goblinko stickers due to appear in vending machine in the soon.

MEGA HYDRA

2010-03-07T22:09:00.000-08:00

Various sizes of Mega Hydras...

SEAN AABERG COLORING BOOK

2010-02-25T08:07:00.000-08:00

SIXTEEN PAGES OF CRAZY CHARACTERS TO COLOR! Half-size. Yours for $3 (USA price, foreign devils add a dollar)

cocktails

2010-02-23T16:18:00.001-08:00

cocktails, originally uploaded by c'est pas faux www.myspace.com/cestpascool.

Cool ass art by c'est pas faux. Imagine a whole bar done up in this theme? Yes.

John Stossel: More Anarchist Than Most

2010-02-22T13:36:00.000-08:00

By Gavin McInnes, originally from Takimag.
The Anarchists in Vancouver are not happy about the Winter Olympics being held there and recently marched through town smashing windows, covering their faces, and yelling about everything from capitalism to the seal hunt to indigenous land. Some of their beefs are valid. The Olympics is a big waste of taxpayers’ money. The Anarchists in Vancouver are not happy about the Winter Olympics being held there and recently marched through town smashing windows, covering their faces, and yelling about everything from capitalism to the seal hunt to indigenous land. Some of their beefs are valid. The Olympics is a big waste of taxpayers’ money and in a city where one junkie dies every day, the local government could afford to be focusing on more serious problems. However, when reading the “manifestos” of today’s anarchists, one thing becomes abundantly clear, they hate capitalism more than they hate government.

I grew up going to anarchist conventions and don’t regret the various A’s I have tattooed up and down my arms in the slightest. We looked exactly like the 2010 Olympic protestors when we did things like protest outside the Chinese Embassy for China’s human rights violations in 1988. But back then, only a handful of anarchists would cover their faces. It drove us nuts because we were out there screaming about government ineptness and guys are acting like our adversary knows what he’s doing. “You realize your assumption that they are recording your face and putting you in some kind of effective database implies they know what they’re doing, right?” we’d ask them. I mean, if you’re doing something illegal, then yeah, cover your face but if you’re simply protesting, grow some balls. As Lisa Carver pointed out, “They rely on fear to do their job of censoring and fear-mongering for them.” This seemingly small detail is actually indicative of a much bigger split in the anarchist community: government aptitude.

Getting to the bottom of this split is like finding a needle in a pile of barf. Anarchist gatherings (or un-gatherings as we used to call them in an attempt to refute every possible rule you can imagine) are a great way to meet like-minded people in a convention-like atmosphere but they’re also disorganized mess of conflicting beliefs. There’s the tranny who shows up to the Sexuality Workshop and is almost killed by punk single mothers after trying to argue young children are just as sexual as adults. There’s the curiously furious men who are angered at not being allowed into the Rape Trauma Workshop because that’s sexist. There’s the guy with the Styrofoam cup and the cigarette who is booed out of the workshop for Pollution Prevention. There’s the mentally ill kid who hogs the talking stick for so long talking about his therapist, everyone eventually meanders out of the room. And finally, there’s the fucking communists. What the hell is this twerp with the Mao hat and the camo side bag adorned with a giant, red star doing at a convention for government haters? Mao killed ten times the people Hitler did and he did it trying to make the round peg of government fit in the square hole of human destiny.

I understand why Socialists are tolerated in the Anarchist Community about as much as I understand the anarchist hatred for capitalism. Even at 39-years-old I’m still arguing with my old comrades about this unresolved conflict (I gave up after seven pages because their website has too many rules). Sure, the wage discrepancy between CEOs and the factory workers is disgusting. I also hate the way big business ships in illegals and lowers the minimum wage to zero but if anyone has dealt with government at any level in their adult life, they’d realize big business is the lesser of two evils by a long shot.

It’s not just banks and the so-called “Military Industrial Complex” today’s anarchists want to destroy. It’s basically any company that employs more than 100 people. The Gap is evil because it manufactures clothes with leather and uses Third World Labor. Have any of these people tried NOT manufacturing products in China? I made some dolls for the DOs & DON’Ts a few years ago and to manufacture them in America was going to be literally fifteen times the price. In other words, impossible. Years before that I was publishing a comic book compilation and we tried to use hemp paper. We lost our shirts trying to get presses to overcome the varying thickness hemp paper provides and eventually published it on normal paper at a loss. In my early 20s, I lived in a shared house with solar power and it was like living in North Korea. If you used the washing machine that day, you could say goodbye to listening to music that night or using any outdoor lights. We were slaves to the battery. The fridge of course, was propane-powered because that would have taken a whole other roof of solar panels to fuel. Before you knock the evils of “the system,” give another avenue a go, it sucks. Of course, most of these socialist anarchists have never tried any alternative solutions. They just like smashing things. As Orwell said, “All left-wing parties in the highly industrialized countries are at bottom a sham, because they make it their business to fight against something which they do not really wish to destroy.”

Anarchists with covered faces smashing the windows of retail stores are in fact, communists. They want money out of entrepreneur’s hands and into government hands where it can rot. They advocate unions like it was the 1930s and guys with tweed caps needed to get compensation for black lung. Nice sentiment but today’s teacher’s union is the most powerful political lobby in the world and has more cronies on both the Democratic and the Republican side than any other group in Washington. These unions are essentially mobsters who shake down anyone who dares pay electricians less than $50 an hour plus time-and-a-half for overtime plus double time-and-a-half for holidays. That’s more than architects and doctors make when they start out. Is $700 a day the fair wage the anti-capitalists want for the working man? It’s more money than I ever made and I’m rich.

It’s like that seven hour argument I had with Penny Rimbaud from Crass. When I asked him why the MDC can’t blow up Mugabe the same way the Taliban nailed Massoud he said, “Zimbabwe is needed to cart diamonds out of South Africa. America needs him there the same way they need Iraq to get oil out.” Is there anything the American government does not control?

I don’t get it. If government is such a powerful monster, why do anarchists want to give it The Gap’s profits? They can’t seem to decide if the government is this elaborate network James Bond reports to or a quaint group of intellectuals who want to empower the poor. The truth is. It’s neither. They are not all-knowing; They are know nothings. They are not a “secret society” (as Crass once said) they can’t even keep an infidelity secret. Since the president got caught using a cigar as a dildo, we’ve learned: John Edwards was screwing his biographer, governor Mark Sanford was boning his Argentinean mistress, senator Larry Craig was fishing for blowjobs in the bathroom, and Spitzer was fucking prostitutes with his socks on. Politics is Hollywood for ugly people and the White House is just a big DMV with Greek columns out front.

Danny Schechter’s new book Plunder! Investigating Our Economic Calamity and the Subprime Scandal, makes it crystal clear: the government is everything bad you can say about big business but without the “employing people and manufacturing stuff” part. This sentiment is what attracted me to the anarchist movement in the first place—not Marx’s pretentious claptrap about his “dialectic.”

This is why, as an adult, I’m drawn to libertarians like John Stossel. Sure there’s flaws like a love of open borders which I see as a chance for big business to go on an exploitation bender (anarchists also want open borders which I never quite got), but Stossel’s show spends 90 percent of its time pointing out government incompetence and exposing the way they oppress us. During each episode he holds up a tiny book that’s about half the size of the communist manifesto and explains this is the bill of rights and the constitution combined. Then he shows us the endless piles of documentation the government uses for even the most insignificant rule. “This is all we need,” he says holding up the small book. That’s the closest I’ve seen to a plausible anarchist goal in America—ever.

Then Stossel gets specific. We learn about swimming pools that have diving boards revoked because of impending danger and then cause more accidents because kids no longer know where the deep end is. We hear local governments in Texas are strangling restaurants with insanity like “No Outside Dancing” laws (a bizarre rule New York’s previous mayor used to close down clubs he didn’t like). Stossel is very vocal about big money firms like Goldman Sachs and how much they’ve benefited from Obama’s new big government plans. From daycare workers being muscled into joining unions to California being bankrupted by bureaucrats, John Stossel has done more to mobilize hatred for government than any punk kid in black sweatshirt could ever hope to.

If the fashionable punks in Vancouver really cared about personal freedom and really wanted to abolish as much of the government as possible, they would swallow their prejudice, tune into Fox, get over his moustache, and take notes from the most articulate and driven anarchist in America today. In short, it’s time for crusty punks to Get Stosselized!

(I’m trademarking that so don’t even think about stealing it.)

RAMM ELL ZEE

2010-02-22T09:45:00.001-08:00

IMG_2428, originally uploaded by Spunion2012.

The Ramm Ell Zee is one of the most important artists operating these days. He is probably the most legitimately prophetic artist i can think of, outside of Gary Panter. This is mostly because his work is completely REAL, it's as if he is bringing things into being which already existed, even though they are obviously fantastical, i wouldn't doubt the existence of ANY of his creations on other worlds, in other dimensions or whatever. I'm pretty sure he is tapping into some sort of extra-dimensional intelligences, whether they are actually external or internal. The other element that i hold artists to is VOLUME of work. VOLUME plus VARIETY of FORM is also important. He's got it all regardless. The shit is amazing.
Check it all out. http://www.gothicfuturism.com/

Willy Buttermilk

2010-02-22T08:47:00.001-08:00

Willy Buttermilk
Originally uploaded by SEAN ÄABERG

My PIZZA PARTY card series is rapidly expanding. This guy is Willy Buttermilk, the world's greatest poet. His best friend is an alligator or maybe it's a crocodile. He wrote an epic poem entitled, "THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR MEETS ARSENIO HALL"

Exile Russian Sausage Plant Tour

2010-02-20T13:48:00.000-08:00

More. Given the dire straits of American manufacturing, i've got a major hard-on for any production operation, especially funny little ones. Soon, we'll have our own factory.

Exile Russian Mayonnaise Plant Tour

2010-02-20T13:46:00.000-08:00

Awesome. Thanks to Il Furioso!

THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR

2010-02-20T09:59:00.001-08:00

From his blog, "THE WARRIOR'S MACHETE".
"My name is Warrior. I live by a warrior philosophy of life conceived by unique physical life experiences, serious introspection, and many years of enlightened self-study. My Creator endowed me with naturally high testosterone levels, unusual self-discipline, stalwart refusal to compromise right with wrong, and a very low tolerance for hypocrites, liars, enablers, piecemeal practice of principle, emasculated males, political-correctness, and oppressive, anti-freedom caca that doesn’t work in the private backyard of my own individual life. I am a “Being” Created with the ability to judge, so I do. I am a male also inspired by men who have held greater ideals and have done much greater things than any of us who are living today."
"Without apology, regret or remorse, Warrior’s Machete provides lean, muscular wisdom without fat or wiggle(room) and holds ALL human beings and their ideas and their actions to a classical, times-past standard of heroism, responsibility, integrity and commonsense, and brave, bold, stout manliness." MAKES YOU WANT TO READ IT YEAH?

Not your mothers button collection

2010-02-20T08:36:00.001-08:00

Not your mothers button collection
Originally uploaded by wackystuff

When i was a lad, EPHEMERA BUTTONS were the coolest things around. I had tons of them, they actually had phrases that matched my degree & style of weirdness. Years later, i'm making buttons, even expanding into the "weird sayings" department...

Summer Slam 92-Ultimate Warrior Vs. Macho Man Randy Savage Match Part 1

2010-02-19T08:40:00.000-08:00

Style Icons TO THE MAX!!!

DENIM TRENCH COATS.

2010-02-19T08:25:00.000-08:00

Pedro Bell on Chica-Go-Go. "Operational Crazoid From Day One." Notice Pedro Bell's denim trench coat, which is part of the EXTREME 2010 FASHION PREDICTION!!!!! There was this older bi-sexual P-Funked out black dude in my screen printing class at Laney College years ago who was also rocking a denim trench-coat, hand painted all that. The trench-coat gets a bad rap because it is worn by alot of kids who want to hide from the outside world, in the trench-coat, but at the same time, they end up standing out. I will now admit to having worn a BRIGHT PURPLE TRENCH COAT for most of my freshman year of highschool. This was not to disappear, i just loved that shit, this is before i realized that i have the same birthday as PRINCE. I also had a MULLET WITH LINES at the same time as this. EXTREME!!!

You know who also rocks the denim trench coat? THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR. I can't find a good clip of it right now, but... Here is Arsenio Hall meeting the Ultimate Warrior. EXTREEEEEMEME!!!!

DIE ANTWOORD EXTREME 2010

2010-02-04T09:09:00.000-08:00

Die Antwoord is cracking open the EXTREME 2010 unlike anything else. Pretty much all it needs is to have some kind of Black Metal breakdown in the middle & it would be perfect. I could see the kids here in Eugene, not the cool kids but the general American populace making stuff like this or whatever, anything similar. Brilliant. Amazing. Record out this month.

Die Antwooord seems like the kind of music my characters would make or listen to.

Ed Roth: Model American

2010-02-03T09:07:00.001-08:00

65 ROTH CATALOG0002
Originally uploaded by Joe Grippo

All of this cool ass gear that Ed "Big Daddy" Roth was making in the 60s & 70s is almost overwhelming in its pure awesomeness.

Ass Rape

2010-01-29T09:32:00.000-08:00

"There are no bigger assholes than left-wing intellectuals. I mean this in terms of the ability to reason logically—and I’m especially talking about the postwar left. Think about it: You work in a factory or in the fields and make a shit wage and break your back every day. You wake up every morning and you take it in the ass. And while you’re working, you feel—you know—that you are taking it up the ass for a few cents. Then, after a whole day of being fucked up your ass, you go home and what? You read a paper that outlines precisely all the ways in which you have been fucked up the ass! A paper that says, “You thought you were taking it up the ass? No, you ignorant, illiterate laborer, let me open your eyes! Read here, I’ll tell you precisely all the other ways you have been taking it up the ass. Ways that you didn’t even know about. You thought you were taking it up to your guts, but no, comrade, you are taking it up to the back of your throat!” These papers were, in theory, distributed internally. This means that the same laborers who were reading about being fucked up the ass should—in their free time—pick up a bunch of these magazines, hide them in their clothes, and—risking a fine, or even their job—go and inform their fellow laborers and comrades about their repeated classwide ass-raping."
From an interview with Ando Gilardi in Vice.
What's interesting is that as the libertarian faction has grown in this country, the same mentality about showing the ass raping is very present. This is basically the theme of the Alex Jones show, which does get very tiring in terms of the volume of information presented about the myriad ways in which we are screwed, minus the class organizational elements of course.

EXTREME 2010

2010-01-21T20:33:00.000-08:00

WE HAVE ALL FELT THE MSG LADEN WINDS OF EXTREME BLOWING UP FROM 1988 & 2010 IS THE YEAR THEY COAGULATE INTO A GIANT CRACK ROCK OF FLAVOR JUST LIKE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE DORITOS BAG. CAPS LOCKED. VOLUME SET TO 11. FINGERLESS LEATHER GLOVES ON! UZI GREASED UP & READY TO SPRAY! I'D BUY THAT FOR A DOLLAR! NO WAY! MEGA!

ARTISTS THAT ARE LIKE IT, CHECK IT OUT.

Friends say goodbye to Coney Island strongman Joe Rollino

2010-01-17T09:29:00.000-08:00

BY MATTHEW LYSIAK from the Daily News
A former Coney Island strongman killed by a minivan at the age of 104 was laid to rest Saturday by friends and family who spared no superlative in describing his life. "Joe Rollino wasn't just a man, he was an irreplaceable fixture of South Brooklyn for over a century," friend Gino Longo, 42, said at St. Bernadette Church in Dyker Heights, Brooklyn. "They just don't make men like Joe Rollino anymore. God broke the mold." Rollino - war veteran, boxer, weightlifter and all-around Brooklyn legend - was crossing Bay Ridge Parkway to buy a newspaper last week when he was struck and killed by a Ford Windstar van. "Father time didn't stand a chance against Joe Rollino. It took all the speed and might of a minivan, and I'm shocked that that was even able to take him down," said Charlie Laird, 65, a retired bus operator from Bensonhurst. "Joe Rollino made Jack LaLanne look feeble." Rollino billed himself the Strongest Man in the World and boasted that he had lifted 450 pounds with his teeth. "At the age of 7, Joe Rollino could lift 250 pounds of dead weight," said Pete Spanakos, a boxing journalist who knew him for more than 60 years. He served in the Pacific during World War II and proudly wore a Silver Star, Bronze Star and three Purple Hearts. "Joe Rollino braved enemy fire to carry his injured brothers out of harm's way," Spanakos said. "He carried them back and forth, two men on each arm." And then there was the day Rollino confronted Adolf Hitler. "Joe Rollino knew six languages. When he went to the Olympics in Berlin as an adviser, he cursed out Hitler in German," said Spanakos. "He almost got arrested." Pals said his strength barely waned as the decades went by. "I saw the man break a quarter in half with his bare hands - and that was on his 103rd birthday," said Bob Liquari, 71, of Bensonhurst. "For years, I wouldn't believe his age. Joe Rollino took no meds. He never wore a hearing aid. He died in his prime," said Joe Abbenda, 70, a friend and former Mr. America 1962.

NO GNUS IS GOOD GNUS

2010-01-04T10:06:00.000-08:00

The news. A combination of actual information & propaganda spun into an entertainment form in the guise of an altruistic "what's happening". Your news anchors or journalists should ultimately not matter because the information is what's important, right? As long as it's clear & correct. And yet, the news is an entertainment medium & so, you need to have entertaining news characters. I suggest that the most entertaining news anchors would be entirely fabricated characters like Max Headroom, Gary Gnu & the Muppet News Flash guy. This way you cut to the chase & accept that they are just talking heads & puppets of whoever is paying them. You can also then polish them up into perfect entertainment icons. Imagine if Rush Limbaugh, instead of being an "actual human" was instead a puppet, a caricature of whatever sort of personality they wanted to present. Of course, some people take themselves too seriously & are so dour & cold-hearted that they can't let themselves be entertained by an "actual puppet", so instead, they prefer a half human, half puppet hybrid in characters like Glen Beck & Keith Olbermann.

Max Headroom

Gary Gnu from the Great Space Coaster
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Muppet News Flash

Chuck D famously called rap "The Black CNN", which is about as absurd of an idea as anyone could have & yet & yet, imagine if CNN was like this...
Which explains FOX news.

TRASHY CELL PHONE PIX

2009-12-29T09:58:00.000-08:00

KOMIX & KARDS KASTLE

POKEMON TRASH BALLS INSTRUCTIONS

BIG BERTHA'S REVENGE

MR. PITCHER

Hang On To Your Ego.

2009-12-28T09:27:00.000-08:00

"I was never interested in being a rock star. I always wanted to be Boris Karloff." ~Gene Simmons
I used to work at the Oakland Public Library, it was my first "real" job. I'm not a "go to work" kind of guy, & i could tell that most of my employers got this about me. The ones that didn't hire me really got it! ha ha. But, i had just gotten engaged & i was trying to get my act together & the library was a cool gig, why, most of the Cuts & 2/10 worked there at one point or another (still do?). Anyhow, i had to bury alot of my natural tendencies to work in a big bureaucracy like the public library & you know, it being a library & all, there is a certain feeling to it which might be counter to who i am. Anyhow, at the same time i was working on learning alot of the history i had missed in school, alot of the art theory i had been interested in pursuing in art school but it wasn't covered & alot of the general absorption of thousands of magazines, newspapers & books that i couldn't afford to just buy.
"I wanted to be in a band that gave bang for the buck. I wanted to be in the band who didn't look like a bunch of guys who, you know, should be in a library studying for their finals." ~Gene Simmons
As i worked to get my act together i had to confront alot of the ideas about the world view i had developed during adolescence. I had become steeped in the depressive culture of the far-left which mixed with the adolescent depression & hormonal insanity & drugs that coursed through my veins & just distorted the holy Jesus out of me. I'm not going to critique that whole schtick here, but let's just say it wasn't me & it isn't me & from what i've seen, the mentality is both a contributor to & a result of depression. What made all this particularly hard at the time was the election of George W. Bush, 9-11 & our military ramp up. The San Francisco Bay Area bristled at the election of GWB & he was effectively Hitler incarnate. Something about Bush's swagger & confidence & shamelessness really rubbed all those pencil-necks the wrong way. As the 2000s played themselves out, the left became more & more rigid & ideologically crazed.

Then Gene Simmons' "Kiss & Make Up" book came out & while i was supposed to be shelving or processing books one afternoon i read the whole thing in one sitting. When i put the book down i knew i had to quit my job. The next day i did. The whole time i was reading the book i recognized that what drew me to Gene Simmons when i was a kid was what drew me to him then, which was that he was straight forward, he grabbed life by the balls & he had NO SHAME. Not to leave out the obvious, just look. As i read the book i saw that these same traits were what the left hated about George W. Bush & other "entitled white men". There had been so much propaganda thrown around about "entitlement" when i was growing up. I was fairly convinced that i didn't deserve anything & that to take was to take from others. Alot of bollocks, but you'd be surprised how many people feel that way. So reading about Gene moving to the USA from Israel & how he felt like he had been transported from another dimension & that when he turned on the TV or read comics or watched movies he felt free, reminded me how i felt as a kid. He described Israel as "living in a box", which is not unlike how i felt growing up. He talked about all of the great American things like monster movies, superheroes, rock & roll, cars & girls glowingly, without shame, with the kind of optimism that you don't hear living in the Bay Area.
Gene Simmons on the Mike Douglas Show 1974

I was sick of the pessimism, the guilt, the shame, of not taking life by the horns & riding that fucker into the sunset. I felt cheated.
"I'm in a weird band. We've done very well. The American Dream is alive and well." ~Gene Simmons
Gene & Paul in an interview from 1987, acting like a funny pair of queens.

Here's the fantastic interview of Terry Gross (Fresh Air) vs. Gene Simmons.

Fads: The Surfer's Cross

2009-12-25T22:58:00.000-08:00

From TIME Magazine. Friday, Apr. 22, 1966
World War I Ace Max Immelmann earned two, as did Corporal Adolf Hitler, and now U.S. teen-agers are buying them by the gross. Dug out of attics and curio shops and freshly minted by the thousands, the German Iron Cross has become the newest surfer's emblem and high school fad. Nobody, except parents, seems upset by the Iron Cross's connotations. "When kids ask me about the 1939 inscription," says one distributor, "I just tell them it was a big year for surfing." Those who do know don't mind. "We just don't have the feeling about this Nazi thing that our parents do," explains Los Angeles Teen-Ager Rick Higgins. In fact, what parental disapproval there is seems only to fuel the fad. Admits Palmdale's Paul O'Hara, 15: "It really upsets your parents. That's why everyone buys them." The vogue started with California's Hell's Angels, whose motorcycle brigades also like to sport Nazi swastikas (TIME, Jan. 21). Then it spread to surfers, who began exchanging their St. Christopher medals for Iron Cross pendants (now sold as his-and-her pairs, charm bracelets and even earrings). Soon landlocked emulators across the U.S. took up the fad. Explains Chicago's Walter Wagner, 17: "I'd like to be a surfer, but you can't do much on Lake Michigan. If you can't surf and you can't have a board, at least you can have something." Spread across the country by chain and variety stores, the crosses are now being made of copper, wood, enamel and silver plate, and are being sold by such quality stores as Manhattan's Bergdorf Goodman and B. Altman. Largest manufacturer is Rhode Island's Ronnie Jewelry, Inc., which is now turning out some 24,000 crosses a day, calls them "the hottest single novelty item in years." But no one takes greater pleasure, and profit, from the new craze than Los Angeles' Ed ("Big Daddy") Roth, the 275-lb. supply sergeant for Hell's Angels, who was first on the bandwagon, has sold 51,800 to date. Roth, who specializes in morbid-art decals for the hip trade (latest sample: a baby with sign reading "Born Dead"), sees the Iron Crosses as setting a whole new trend, and he has already followed up with an even newer vogue: plastic copies of the Wehrmacht iron helmet. Says he: "They really reach into a kid's deepest emotions." Beyond that he sees a big potential market for SS emblems and Nazi swastikas. "You know," he says expansively, "that Hitler did a helluva public relations job for me."

Weekly World News - Now ONLINE!!!

2009-12-25T15:13:00.000-08:00

Weekly World News was my favorite supermarket tabloid of all time but sadly went under in 2007. They are however, now online in their current incarnation here. Which is obviously not the same, the Weekly World News would always bring a smile to my face when i saw it at the checkout counter. More excitingly though is that Google now has archived Weekly World News on their insane Google Books thing. CHECK IT OUT & LEARN ABOUT THE AMAZING WORLD OF WEEKLY WORLD NEWS!!!!!!!!

Merry Christmas from Frankenstein & Monster World!

2009-12-24T08:10:00.000-08:00

From the fall of 1965 (with a January ’66 cover date), a Don Post mask of Glenn Strange as the Frankenstein Monster made festive for Warren & Ackerman’s Monster World number 6.

PIZZA PARTY ODE TO MEGA MAC.

2009-12-23T23:04:00.000-08:00

ODE TO MEGA MAC!!!

MEGA MAC!!!

2009-12-23T09:59:00.000-08:00

Apparently the Japanese are being fattened up in preparation for the REPTILLIAN HARVEST by McDonalds & Co, or maybe they are just discovering the wonder of burgers as high as an elephant's eye? Either way, the universal human impulse of creating enormous sandwiches has hit Japan with the MEGA MAC!!! It's not exactly NEW NEWS, but it's GOOD GNUS (or is it?) & IT'S GNU 2 ME!!! See, i was looking up the word MEGA to see if anyone was using it for a magazine & this damn MEGA MAC kept on coming up. Apparently the Japanese saw SUPER-SIZE ME & thought it was a commercial for MACUDONARLDSU.

Observe the astounding levels of burger stacking by Takeshi Fukuda
Also, according to their menu, McDonalds Japan serves hot dogs!

Bananas! Hot Dog! Dynamite!

2009-12-23T09:26:00.000-08:00

The squares can keep their Time, Life, Newsweek & Black Tail magazines because Bananas, Hot Dog! & Dynamite are too exciting for any of them anyhow. Bananas was largely written by Jovial Bob Stine (aka R.L. Stine of Goosebumps fame) with cartoons by my hero John Holmstrom. Hot Dog! i can't find ANY information about! What's the deal? Dynamite! was a kid's guide to the tamer & lamer pop culture of the 70s & early 80s. They were all published by Scholastic.

THE LOST, LOST RAP: Mario Bros Super Show!

2009-12-23T08:07:00.001-08:00

The Lost, Lost Rap Returns! I got a disk of the Super Mario Bros Super Show for my sons this Hanuka & was transported back into the world of 1989. The rap on this intro is great. You can memorize it after just a couple listens which is the sign of a "good" rap or jingle or anything. Also, the cartoon is produced in America by DiC which is kind of surprising given they probably could've just converted a Japanese Mario cartoon (not sure if they had one by that time).

The end credits are awesome too featuring Captain Lou Albano (god rest his soul) 'DOIN' THE MARIO'.

The show enters into the classic language of kid's shows by having a cartoon hosted by live segments. Get a clue TV producer people! Here's Mario & Luigi with famous break-dancer Shabba Doo.

Merry Christmas from Goblinko!!!

2009-12-22T20:09:00.002-08:00

Merry Christmas from Goblinko!!!

2009-12-22T20:09:00.001-08:00

Merry Christmas from Goblinko!!!

The Kool-Aid Man is Comin' Aroun'

2009-12-20T09:02:00.000-08:00

“To me death is not a fearful thing. It's living that's cursed.” ~Jim Jones
"Let me present to you what you should see every day when you look in the mirror in the early morning hours ... Let me present to you a combination of Martin King, Angela Davis, Albert Einstein ... Chairman Mao." ~Willie Brown speaking of Jim Jones

I'm sure we all know by now that they drank Flavor-Aid at Jonestown, but Kool-Aid rolls off the tongue easier & there is no "Flavor-Aid Man", just some weird uncharismatic straw character. Charles Manson seems like the street version of Jim Jones, the homocidal street preacher with serpent-like hypnotic powers over the weak-minded. Manson & Jones are great jumping points into larger pictures & there's a fantastic series of connections to make from Manson to the Beach Boys & Scientology or the Process Church or Jones to Harvey Milk, George Moscone & other San Francisco liberal politicos. It's fun to think about these guys like Russian nesting dolls, you could put Manson (a baker's dozen killed) into Jim Jones, Jim Jones (900 cultists killed) into Hitler, Hitler (12 million Europeans) into Stalin (6-30 million Russians depending on who you listen to) & Stalin into Mao (50-70 million Chinese killed). Yet, Manson's face is the scariest of all these guys.

Electronic Theatre Restaurants Corp.

2009-12-18T09:40:00.000-08:00

Chuck E. Cheese is a great concept with varied execution. I remember the rapid movements of the animatronic characters being very nerve-wracking & un-natural, as well as characters receding in & out of the darkness in order to emphasize or de-emphasize their role in the "show" making me feel like i was going to be attacked at any moment. Combine that with the open bench seating, the constant birthday party atmosphere & then the arcade full of screaming games & rides with the volumes cranked up, you've got sensory overload & a generally totally crazed environment. But, it sticks in my head, i only went to Chuck E. Cheese's twice in the 80s & it has been an obsessional figure-head in my archive of cool crap.

The basic concept is to create a mini theme park. Adding all of the characters & songs & crap like that builds up a cultural body for your restaurant or whatever. Why can't bars be like this? (too scary)

When we're hurtling through outer space this kind of stuff will be mandatory! It might take us hundreds of years to get from one planet to another so there better be ways of keeping us busy!

You can easily imagine McDonalds taking up this mode & forcing employees to dress as Ronald & Mayor McCheese & having Fry Guys dancing around. More excitingly this could be extended to things like sushi bars with Ultraman themes. All human organizations need mascots & then real-world costumes of these mascots wandering around.

PIZZA PARTY!!!

2009-12-17T08:32:00.000-08:00

PIZZA PARTY BUTTONS!!! BIG SIZE ARE 2.25" = $2 by mail SMALL SIZE ARE 1.25" = $1.5 by mail you can paypal meh: gogoblinko at gmail.com

PIZZA PARTY IS MY NEW DESIGN IMPRINT.

PUCKMAN!!!

2009-12-13T11:12:00.000-08:00

HARD GAY!!! WOOOOOO!

2009-12-13T10:01:00.000-08:00

Thanks to Robert Adam Gilmour for turning me on to HARD GAY!!!!

OKAY!

Hard Gay Father's Day

Portland Zine Symposium

2009-12-12T12:24:00.000-08:00

Back whenever their theme was "celebrating creation" i was really going bonkers on the direction that zines had gone, particularly of the Portland variety. Basically a pile of emo self-help panty waisted pencil necked bollocks with an iron-clad political correctness that chapped my hide. Whenever that was, i was encouraged to "get involved" & push the symposium in the direction i wanted it to be. I thought this was absurd at the time, but this morning, i thought it was fantastic advice & i took my first step in "becoming the change i wanted to see."

Portland Zine Symposium, eat your heart out!

James Brown, Little Richard & Weird Al on Wheel of Fortune.

2009-12-11T15:56:00.000-08:00

Courtesy of Bill Florio of all people.

Book Review: The Life & Times of Little Richard

2009-12-11T15:36:00.000-08:00

I'm not much of a reviewer, i don't go into bizarre writing exercises to try & sell you on the quality of something. I'm more of a jingle-writer or an ad copy writer. Like the cover of the book says, "You Don't Know Rock & Roll Until You Know Little Richard!" "Little Richard is King" -Mick Jagger. The back continues with the adulation. The interior is a wild ride through the greased up fireball that is Little Richard's life. Wild & bizarre sexuality. Weird southern weirdness. Tutti Frutti-ness to the MAX! Little Richard basically invented Rock & Roll & not unlike the Ramones or the Sex Pistols, passed the inspiration to pretty much everyone who would matter in the world of Rock & Roll: Elvis, Buddy Holly, Paul McCartney, James Brown. His charged mix of bisexuality, Rock & Roll devil's music & Southern Black religious fervor would electro magnetize those around him. Look at his eyes! His hair!

His vocals on these early tracks are the pinnacle of Rock singing. Period.

Little Richard is pure America & pure Mondo Trasho.

Vat-Grown Meat

2009-12-11T10:34:00.000-08:00

H+ Magazine just published a piece about "In-Vitro Meat", which seems almost identical in speculation to what i was writing ten years ago in Goblinko's Futurist "GO!" magazine. This was writing under alot of the assumptions about where humanity needed to go forward & what seemed inevitable. Vat-Grown Meat is inevitable, not least because i've been talking about it for the last 20+ years or so, but also because it CAN be done, so it WILL be done. I also believe that there is a spiritually deadening quality to factory farming (probably factories in general as well, but that's another issue) & that eating vat-grown meat will help humanity out of these automated death machines. I can see the spread of vat-grown meat creating a new market of very high-quality butchers of REAL animals where they take care to get nothing but the best. Hunting could be re-introduced as a very special, ritualistic exercise in manhood for great feasts on holidays like Thanksgiving & Christmas. This seems beneficial on all levels. Also, when we enter outer-space in our enormous space hulks, i don't see us taking actual farms on-board, & animals would most likely be as companions rather than food. So growing vat-meat makes complete sense in our speculative future as well. Real meat will become a luxury & a complicated, ritualistic one at that, & the standard will be vat-grown meat or other things like the vat-grown fungal protein Quorn. Due to my gemini split personality, i'm torn between this kind of crazy futurism & a very stern traditional conservatism with smatterings of Conan anti-civilization barbarism & vibrating post-modern pop trash as well. This is all fine, but my tendency is to obsess over one, when they should be combined & the resulting friction will propel me forward. I think this is why i see myself as an "Archeo Futurist" as embodied by Evola & Marinetti.

Krampus Buttons!!!

2009-12-08T10:39:00.001-08:00

Krampus is a mythical creature who accompanies Saint Nicholas in various regions of the world during the Christmas season. The word Krampus originates from the Old High German word for claw (Krampen). In the Alpine regions, Krampus is represented by a demon-like creature accompanying Saint Nicholas. Krampus acts in conjunction with Saint Nicholas; the latter gives gifts to good children, while the Krampus gives warnings and punishments to the bad children. Traditionally, young men dress up as the Krampus in the first two weeks of December, particularly in the evening of December 5, and roam the streets frightening children and women with rusty chains and bells. In some rural areas the tradition also includes birching by Krampus, especially of young females.

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Krampus Buttons!!!

2009-12-08T10:11:00.000-08:00

Conspiracy Theory

2009-12-07T08:39:00.000-08:00

What could be more Mondo Trasho than Jesse Ventura hosting a Conspiracy Theory TV show? Professional Wrestling plus Conspiracy Theories= Gold. Conspiracy Theories occupy the same place that science fiction used to occupy: popular speculation. Because pulp science-fiction isn't being produced anymore, the best place to imagine what is actually going on based on limited information & following patterns is in the world of conspiracy theories. Now, alot of people will try to say that the word conspiracy brings the whole discussion down, or isn't useful, based on some sort of judgment that they have or what they imagine others have towards the information presented. Others (like world's driest political intellectual Noam Chomsky) believe that the entire idea of a "conspiracy" doesn't exist at all, & that no one meets in secret to plan the course of events. If you believe that, you haven't seen much of the world.

Jesse "The Body" Ventura shortly after arriving at the WWF.

Jesse Ventura on the Alex Jones show.

Alex Jones is the best of conspiracy oriented talk radio. His angle is a bit too idealistic & "true libertarian" for how i see the world working & human nature in general, BUT, it's a fantastic show & his information tends to be correct.
Jesse Ventura's new Conspiracy Theory TV show is on NOW. Check it out.

You Can't Stop Rock & Roll!!!

2009-12-06T23:24:00.000-08:00

The difference between THEM & US, is that THEY look to bureaucracies & pieces of paper for power. By sucking up to authority & conforming, THEY become slaves to the system. WE distinguish ourselves & our power comes from how we use what god gave us. Twisted Sister PROVES MY POINT. Twisted Sister is the Dictators plus KISS.
Check the intro to this video!

Covering the Shangri-Las & putting Bobcat Goldthwait in your video?

Comical Comics

2009-12-05T00:20:00.000-08:00

I'm into very specific kinds of comics. Stupid, old comics. I especially like Gold Key, Whitman & Dell comics, with the super bold covers of famous cartoon characters floating on bright, solid colors. I like Harvey comics featuring Richie Rich, Casper & Hot Stuff. I like Archie Comics in all their glorious forms. I don't even read the stories, i just flip through, read a couple jokes, look at the ads & appreciate the entirety of the package. When someone wants to talk comics i usually have no idea what they are talking about with their Red Hulks, Secret Wars & Infinity Gauntlets. Don't get me wrong, if & when i find old superhero comics in the quarter bins i buy them, i like all those guys with funny names in tights & capes. But the good bad old superhero comics are harder to come by around here. When i was a kid i got a huge box of 70s kid's comics from a friend's older sister. While i really wanted some old Ghost War Stories types of comics, all of the Little Lulus, Baby Hueys, Popeyes, Beetle Baileys & Sugar & Spikes really stuck to my brain. The ads were another revelation. Sea Monkeys. Charles Atlas' muscle building book. Johnson Smith novelties. Roach Designs t-shirts & embroidered patches by Gandalf. Monkeys by mail. Foreign stamps. Magic Crabs. If you're lucky some old Marvels have ads from Ed Roth's "Weirdo Pad". Another friend of mine had a box full of old Ghost War Stories that we'd read into the late hours when we were kids. The stories were so awesomely morbid & judgmental. "Sergeant Gerald ditched his squadron under fire & was ambushed by ghosts of war in an old abandoned farmhouse where the exact same thing had happened 25 years earlier." I believe in throw-away titles that secretly aren't throw aways. Devil Dinosaur. Madballs. When my boys are old enough, they'll have an enormous trunk completely full of old comics to read with their friends.