The Weekly Haul

It’s a beautiful day in the swamp, and here at Grim Manor, Mr. Kittycat Jackson is seated in his Christmas box, behind his big box, eager as ever to preside over the weekly haul. And here’s what’s in the stash today…

Night of the Creeps

 

Earworm

John Carpenter, on top of being criminally neglected as a filmmaker, is possibly the single most underrated composer in history.

The Weekly Haul

Sometimes kids, when you look up at the night sky, and the stars high above this jungle-Hell are all wrong, you just have to admit you bungled the incantation and start over, ’cause pride and denial won’t put any more distance between you and the thing hunting you. Anyway, we’re home now, and as you can see, Mr. Jackson is eager to  see what’s in the stash today.

Dana Gould on Svengoolie

There’s nothing here I don’t like.

-Grim

Darwin Cooke

The world lost a genius yesterday. A story teller with a rare gift for words and eye for design, who could pull you in to a story before you even knew you were reading it. Long Live Darwin Cooke.

The Weekly Haul

Mr. Jackson has been a fuzzy little thief and stolen my comics this week. It took me two days to find him, and look at that face, he knows what he did! Anyway, here’s what’s in the stash this week.

DANGER: DIABOLIK

Good afternoon, Friends and Fiends alike. You may have noticed the Weekly Haul is late this week. I apologize, I’m a busy ghoul and I don’t always have time to rob unwitting comic book delivery trucks trekking through the swamp between my various evil doings. Today, instead, I give you Mario Bava’s 1968 classic, Danger: DIABOLIC. The best James Bond movie in my opinion, is this Italian nonsense. Based on an Italian comic from the early 60’s by Angela and Luciana Giussani, you can read more about that here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diabolik It’s an amazing colorful low budget piece of trash genius. Watch this, and go to Hell.

-Grim Doin’s

The Weekly Haul

It’s a gray, cool,drizzly day here at the Doin’s residence. Perfect day to read some comics before the ol’ graveyard shift. And here’s what’s in the stash today:

Ralph McQuarrie

I feel a little ambivalent about making a Star Wars related post today, because I don’t like feeling obligated to make one. I buy my lovely wife flowers about once or twice a week, when I think she won’t expect it. I do that because I love her, and she deserves flowers for no reason, any time I feel like it. So when Valentine’s Day rolls around, I never buy her flowers. This is partly because they triple in price, but mostly through sheer self-righteous pride. “Go to hell, holiday, I get her candy flowers at random intervals throughout the year, fuck you for making feel obligated to today”. This is the kind of situation I find myself in today. It’s May the 4th, Star Wars day. But really, if you’re one of us, every day is Star Wars Day. But I would like to take the opportunity, to acknowledge and remember a hero of mine, an artist who’s work will endure long after his name is forgotten. When we observe the pyramids of Giza, there is a humbling reverence and awe to the achievement of human ingenuity (and horrible suffering), but we don’t know the name of the engineer who set ink-reed to papyrus and thought “triangles”. A few hundred years from now when we are drawing the Millennium Falcon on our cave walls to tell the legend of Star Wars to our huddled, post-apocalypse wasteland family, we may not remember the man who made it all possible. His name was Ralph McQuarrie.