With Captain Molly Crabapple on leave, the humble mining ship Slipper Room was left defenseless to alien attack. Of course, it was just then that it was invaded by a ravenous (and ravishing) danteposh from the planet Seksi. It figures.
Yes, in a summer when you can't count on Hollywood to come out with a decent science fiction extravaganza, Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School has you covered! Take that, west coast!
As reports of the monster started to pour in, the ship's
Recently, Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School cofounders John Leavitt and Molly Crabapple (shown above making an Amber Ray sandwich) released their second book, Scarlett Takes Manhattan together. And how did they let the world know about what may be one of the most momentous events of our lifetimes? They put on a show! So it was that the Scarlett Takes Manhattan book release party was held for a ludicrously packed crowd that probably violated all sorts of fire codes. Fortunately, friend to all living things Justin Lussier was there to photodocument the whole thing!
Hello, Art Monkeys! This is Syd Bernstein, your beloved door-mouse - who is willing to inflict horrible indentations on his face for the purpose of a pun - welcoming you once again to Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art Blog.
It was truly a frabjous day (whatever the hell that means) at our last session, as our lovely minus-size model Trina Rose explored the enchanted world created by Lewis Carroll in Alice's Adventrues in Wonderland.
In other news, Sarah Palin (shown above with her secessionist husband "Mad Todd" Palin, their attorney Thomas Van Flein, and their spiritual advisor TweedleDope from the Crazy Gang) has resigned
Hello-a there, Art-a Monkeys! It's-a me, Syd Bernstein, with another edition of Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art Blog! At our last session, we had the nerd's dreamgirl, the one whose picture you hang on the wall of your mother's basement, the Penthouse Pet with her own Darth Vader t-shirt, the one and only Justine Joli! The session was Nintendo Entertainment System themed, so all of the gamers could bask in the 8-bit nostalgia. For the Sega partisans like Dolcy who required twice as many bits for their entertainment and for losers like me whose cruel, miserly parents wouldn't buy them a video game console when they were children, we had two of the greatest breasts on Earth. So there was something for everyone!
We begin quite simply with a typewriter and a bottle of whiskey - the tools of a truly great journalist - because at our last Dr. Sketchy's session, we had none other than the greatest journalist of all time. Who is this wondrous chronicler of the American experience? Tom Brokaw? Edward R. Murrow? Bob Woodward? Hacks one and all! No, I mean the rare genius that is Hunter S. Thompson.
Unfortunately, we didn't have the budget to fly up and sweep the real Thompson out of the sky to pose for us, but we had the next best thing - and in some respects, a better thing - our own lady chameleon Gal Friday assuming his form and his legendary persona. We are lucky enough to have a full
