"Comics"

Speaking of a toys cartoons, and comics thread. I reject the Marvel Comics Universe. Their movies are dement heroes/villains on crack murdering whole planets fantasies. Their comics now the same. 

Yeah I used to love them like we all did back in the day. 

However they like most publishers went corporate. Everything looks the same with stupid violent stories. Actually it's not just violent,...these are cruel stories. Also identical hyper muscled drones as heroes.

Fans from the elder days,...like me. Seeing this would assume the so-called heroes were the villains, and the villains outright Satanic. 
Yeah I'm a Queer pacifist,...sue me.


*Give me Krazy Kat.

What need is there for genocidal plots with hyper rays wiping out whole worlds...which are full of people btw. That, and other assorted comic opera whiz-bangs when a Brick would do.

Simplicity is always best. 

Thank you George Herriman for drawing Saint Krazy. That, and thanks to the corporate monster William Randolph Hearst for giving that weirdo a life time contract to draw her.

I suspect that contract, and what came from it is the only reason Mr. Hearst is not frying in Hell. It's the little things.

Now Dark Horse Comics is another matter.

I loves them folks.

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*(The top imagine was my first attempt 

at digital colorization of a B/W Comic image.)

Not bad for an old guy.

"...story"

The Astro Boy Twins above.

Yeah two of them.

This with their Aunt Barbie.

I still have these guys sleeping in a box somewhere.

I may dig through my stuff for them.

 Those few boxes that hold the story of my life.

"...da sights"

This from when I was somewhat more ambulatory. I used to wander about town taking shots of da sights. Like the show a pal once produced. "The Tourist at Home"

"...movie"

As for the space alien invasion post below. Like them smart guys on PBS say. We might not recognize them alien folks as alive much less sentient. Very likely they'd see us,...or not see the same way.

Them folks could even be here right now in some form. That, and not visible to us at all.  Heck we not noticed by them either. We're broadcast they're cable.

This would make for a very short Monster Movie.

"Exact Change"

Shuttered subway entrance 1949.

This across from City Hall park NYC.

I saw this was creeped out.

Looks like the opening of a 50's Film Noir

Vampire flick.

"Shit"

I was chatting online with a comrade on the other side of the planet,...hey this is the future. She's just come home from hospital, and mentioned what a nasty mess the human body is. Yeah ya sees a bunch of shit in hospitals.

Code "Brown" common.

I told her I'd been in them things rather a lot these last years. While so incarcerated you'd be amazed at what ya gets used to. What were once horrors become routine. Suffering,...death.
Three other old guys bought it on my ward while I was there. Other's had serious shit go down on them. I freaked at losing a toe. Next suit over the poor bastard lost a leg,...from the hip.

That, and blood madness screams unheard desperate prayers,...just another day on the factory floor.  Speaking of shit one gets used to it. All serious conditions involve loss of bowel control....just comes with the territory.

My suite-mate nice guy did this often. I tried my best to help him out. ...keep a few shreds of dignity. This till orderlies would eventually get there. We're all in it together in them places. 

Another thing is that your butt is always hanging out thanks to them smocks they make you wear. There they is ya full moons shining to all the world. Nurses cops visitors other victims getting a full gander.

I'm off butts now.
Nothing de-eroticizes more than seeing an organ doing what it was designed for.

The moral,...never get old sick or nuts.

"...rent"

The world's nations are ancient. America is very young. The old timers view us as stupid 16 year old's that blew a vast fortune in just a few years. Now we're living in a rented trailer on a vacant lot.

...behind on our rent to China too.

"I'm a total fraud, but a nice one"

One has to see beyond the immediate.

The complexities of where, and when we are,

and who we think we are.

One has to stand outside of idenity, and time.