It has been brought to my notice that the group photo of the Art Monkeys
looks an awful lot like an album cover. Which, of course, led to these
I feel so dirty…the dirt's not coming off!
-JL
It's a bird! it's a plane! It's a Dr. Sketchy Book Signing! We took over the venerable comic book megastore, Jim Hanley's Universe, for a night of cupcakes, espresso beans, poses, and copious cleaveage. But why use mere words when we have such great images? Photos by Ryan Roman and Dr. Simon.
Lady J, our model for the evening and exploder of hearts nationwide. I read from the book and Molly provided the flimsy pretense of a "drawing lesson" so we all could gaze upon lady J as a saucy sailor. All hands on deck
Ho ho, Ho. Welcome kind readers to this… our "Winter Solstice, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa & Gurnenthar's Ascendance Holiday Spectacular" Where we pay homage to Annual Gift Man and his never ending war against the Martians! Okay, I think I jammed that opening with enough obscure references. Lets move on, shall we? The Lucky Cat was decked out in gay appeal for the season, and the lovely lovely Clams Casino shows us the true meaning of Christmas….
That. And lots of it. She also wore tinsel, it's not just for zombie trees anymore.
I'd like her to stuff my stocking. I'd say she's hung with
SantEnteri deserves ALL of the blame for this.
By endorsing this, I am complict in the Farkification of everything. I have become GIF, ruiner of Internets.
-JL
-----Wow, you little monsters are fast. For your forum smackdown pleasure.
I feel disgusted and yet proud. Just like every other day.
-----No one really enjoys book readings. The awkwardness. The forced japery. The odd way they always cut off early so the author can get as far away from the sweaty fans as possible..it's just a mess. Thankfully, we avoided all of that whitebread horror by bringing in costumes and doughnuts. Things sorely lacking at your average book event.
Amber Ray invades Bluestockings! The radical, volunteer bookstore on the Lower East Side. How radical is it? They have awesome coffee *and* Radical Spoken Word CDs. I didn't know such neat indie optimism was still allowed in Manhattan. I'm sure at any moment real estate agents and "Creative Workers" will blast through the doors and impose martial law: Anyone not making 100,000 a year kill be shot! Get on the
