Friday, November 24, 2017
Some people dance with guajolotes at weddings:
Some have other ideas of what to do with them:
Yes, grasshopper tacos are a thing, even in Nueva York:
And Tezcatlipoca was evoked again:
Thursday, November 16, 2017
While shuffling through the stuff here at Hacienda Hogan, I ran across the above Brainpan Fallout flyer (I used to do that sort of thing, maybe I will again). It looked pretty good; I decided to include it in an art thing that I'll be announcing soon. I have plenty of copies, but decided to autograph them and scan it.
Once it was scanned, it got the itch to use GIMP to fool around with it, like the way I do with my drawings.
First, I came up with this one. Kinda neon Halloweenie. A little late, but Dead Daze does come every year.
After the black light fantasy, I wanted to do something lighter, so I came up with this one, with lots of white. It's also—quite by accident—red, white, and blue. Nice and patriotic. Just the thing for Fourth of July.
Since I seemed to be heading in that direction, I decided to do one that was full-out psychedelic. Assaults the optic nerve all the way down to the hypothalamus, don't it? Damnear impossible to read, but ain't it pretty?
Who knows, maybe these things will come in handy. There may be folks out there that would like to use them decorate their living spaces, not knowing that these flyers may be part of a conspiracy to jangle their sensoria and warp their world views . . .
Friday, November 10, 2017
A Cuban from Brooklyn, he was touted as the American Jules Verne:
And wrote the Frank Reade Jr. books:
Some of his books took place in the Wild West:
And featured unconventional vehicles:
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Here's a few suggestions Halloween viewing:
Nobody does fear of what may lurk in Third World jungles like the British, as in The Woman Eater:
In Santo vs Las Lobas a cult of sexy female werewolves who only grow fur on their faces show up in Mexico:
In a classier vein, Jigoku (AKA The Sinners of Hell) goes to Buddhist Hell, after romp with yakuza, strippers, and manic jazz:
Friday, October 27, 2017
Thursday, October 19, 2017
I know, I should have found this months ago, but I also shouldn't have to remind you that this has been one of the most batshit crazy years ever.
Besides, it's like what an anthropologist says in the story I'm working on:
“You find an interesting phenomenon, then when someone goes to back to verify it—it's vanished without a trace.”
I was starting to feel that way about The Red Dog Journal. Everything about it had disappeared from the Web. How was I supposed to tell people out Brainpan Fallout, when it looks like the weird magazine it originally appeared in never existed. Was I perpetrating some kind of hoax? And what kind sicko would bother to do such a thing?
Fortunately, Stephen Michael Barnes, the publisher of The Red Dog Journal, posted on his blog about it, giving his side of the bizarre story, and images, not only of the FAXmo flyer , but pages from the fax version the magazine itself—and they aren't all my work!
I feel vindicated.
So, kids, be sure to document your shenanigans. Unless, of course, they're the sort of thing that could get you arrested. In that case, change the names, and other things, to protect the “innocent.”
And if you're not up to any shenanigans, isn't it about time you got started?
Friday, October 13, 2017
A Hispanic cinematic tradition going back a century, to Segundo de Chomón:
Now there's an invisible guardian lurking about:
And an guest, also invisible:
And excitement at a local bar:
Thursday, October 12, 2017
This just in! The ebook of Alien Contact, edited by Marty Halpern is on sale again! Only $1.99! For both the mobi (Kindle) and the epub (Nook) versions!
It has my story "Guerrilla Mural of a Siren's Song" that I exploded into Cortez on Jupiter!
And great stories by those wonderful folks whose names are on the cover, and more!
For a limited time only! Do it now!
at 11:06 AM
Thursday, October 5, 2017
When the world becomes awash in turmoil (like now) I like tickle my visual cortex with some far-out animation.
Like Vince Collins' classic psychedelia, Euphoria:
Or Sally Cruikshank's phantasmagorical Quasi at the Quackadero:
We could always go back to School with Ivan Maximov:
Or visit Mirai Mizue's Lost Utopia:
How about Felix Colegrave's latest, Double King?