"Ooh, I'm Gonna Get You Rabbit!", is Brandy Harrington's catchphrase. Ehhh, sorry Brandy....not so much this time around. Then again, on average, rabbits only go at it for about 20 to 40 seconds...wham, bam, thank you ma'am...so it's only a momentary inconvenience for the poor, naked puppy.
Merry Christmas, Fröhliche Weihnachten, Feliz Navidad, Joyeux Noel, Kurisumasu Omedeto, Pozdrevlyayu s prazdnikom Rozhdestva is Novim Godom, Buone Feste Natalizie, Glædelig Jul, Hyvaa joulua, God Jul, Schöni Wienachte, Sung Tan Chuk Ha, Mele Kalikimaka, and Happy Holidays from the G-Man.
Minimal promotional merchandise, little if any advertising, one (shitty at best) theatrical trailer, the lead character was voiced by one of the Star Trek captains, and all the while released during the merger of two major media outlets. Yep, that was the recipe for disaster that was 1997's Cats Don't Dance.
"You're doing it wrong!", said Joss. Oh no, little girl...no, no, no...she's doing everything right!
Considering it's winter (in the northern hemisphere), this isn't the typical summertime piece you're use to seeing from Gagala. Apparently he was a little bored recently, realized he hadn't done an animation in quite a while, and started playing around with some older work files he had laying around.
Just wanted to see what Hackman's commish would look like with colored lines and something other than those (on-model) black eyes. I've seen a few versions of her with brown eyes, but never in blue. It's not that I'm bias or anything...I am a fair-haired, honky, blue-eyed devil after all.
Roughly based upon a fanfic idea I had five or six years ago where Doc Drakken's super-computer becomes self-aware and takes control of...everything...including his newly invented (and highly anatomically adaptive) "Kim-Bots". It wasn't based on any particular episode...and the Terminator schtick was a little too obvious...so the story died before it even developed into a rough draft.
As promised, a little commission I received from Hackman of the extremely sexy, highly under-rated, and often over-looked Drew Saturday. Hell, the Secret Saturdays ended in 2010, but I didn't start watching it until a few months ago. What the hell was I thinking?!?
Now, normally (on the rare occasions I actually do commish a piece) I just get sketches and color them myself, but I really dig Hack's simplified coloring style.
So, here I sat, meaning to email Gagala to see how life in general was going, having not talked to him in quite some time (and having completely forgotten about his usual Halloween piece), when this arrived in my inbox this evening....
As for life in general on my end, I've got a number of things in the works....another mish-mash of the G-Man's stuff that's sure to please (though, not Witches and Goblins related), not one but two commissions in the works by the likes of Roger Bacon and Hackman, and the usual assortment of odd-ball / sexy / nudie colorations.
Today the term Playboy Bunny has become synonymous with any woman who has graced the pages of Playboy magazine, but not so in the 1960s. Back then a Bunny was merely a (very well-trained) cocktail waitress in one of the 20 Playboy Clubs that opened before 1970.
In order to become a Playboy Bunny in 1960 women went through a careful audition process, underwent thorough screening, and extremely strict training. Bunnies were required to know 143 different brands of liquor and 20 separate garnishes for said liquor and mixed drinks. They had to master various maneuvers such as the "Bunny Stance", "Bunny Perch", and the "Bunny Dip". By and large, dating or mingling with customers was strictly verboten. All the while, strict regulations as to their appearance (and all of the previously mentioned) were enforced by Playboy Club employees in the guise of patrons...Bunnies in violation would either be given demerits or fired on the spot.
Only one out of every two to three thousand applicants went on to become Bunnies....those who made the cut would often earn 10 to 15 time that of the average cocktail waitress of the era. Only a small number of waitresses (less than 1%) went on to pose for the actual magazine.
The "Shaka" or "Hang Loose" gesture is known pretty much worldwide and often associated with Hawaii and surf culture. The origins of the gesture are subject to debate, ranging from pre-history China to 17th century Italy, but the most widely accepted version comes from Hamana Kalili (1882-1958) of La'ie, Hawaii.
As the story goes, Hamana was working on a sugar plantation on Oahu as a young man when he accidentally severed all three of his middle fingers, leaving only the thumb and pinkie. Unable to work in the fields, he was put to work as a conductor guarding the sugar trains bound for Honolulu. Children being, well, children would tease him and began imitating his 'all clear' wave to the train engineer. In later life, Hamana became a legendary fisherman and would often be seen giving his two-fingered wave to passersby.
American Sailors in the late 1940's and Haole (white people from the mainland U.S.) surfers in the 1960's began to adopt the gesture.....and the rest is history.
Never really been and big fan of the sauce-filled, stuffed-to-the-max pics...doesn't leave a whole hell of a lot to the imagination. I do occasionally make exceptions.
I wasn't really sure what to do with this one. There wasn't a heck of a lot of detail to the seemingly anonymous guys, so....I dunno. Ghost sex? Dream sequence? Maybe the over-active imagination of a domestic goddess while the kiddies are at school and hubby's at work?
Everybody has seen a couple of dogs hook up...and just can't seem to get apart. Unlike cats (and contrary to popular belief), dogs do not have barbs on their penis...instead they have what is known as a "Bulbus Glandis". Essentially it's a muscle structure that swells up immediately upon penetration and can last as long as an hour in domesticated dogs, though usually less. Don't say you didn't learn anything today boys and girls.
Ohhh, what's a girl to do with the rest of her day?
Dagwood, for obvious reasons, is running especially late for work today. The Milkman came early and Mr Beasley (the mailman) has already made his rounds, but there's always the never-ending parade of door-to-door salesman throughout the day. Maybe Tootsie can come over for a cup of coffee and a little "gossiping" later?
Believe it or not: Minerva's initial design had her naked, similar to Slappy Squirrel (but without the hat), and was originally called "Marilyn Mink" due to her similarity to Marilyn Monroe. Warner Bros management however, felt that both the name and lack of clothing were inappropriate for family viewing.
To quote the original artist: "Undeniably headstrong, and equipped with a can that would make even J-Lo blush....a classic, curvaceous member of the Goof Troop roster, who truly puts the "Spoon" in Spoonerville."
A little site-seeing on the way to a funeral last week.
The USS Alabama (BB-60) saw service in the Pacific theater during WWII, decommissioned in1947, is on display at Battleship Memorial Park in Mobile, Alabama since 1964. She did not lose a single man and never incurred any damage due to enemy action, thus earning it the nickname the "Lucky A".
Back on the '70s my Grandfather was one of the chief designers in a major civil engineering company based in Mobile. If you've ever driven down I-10 in Mobile and gone through the George Wallace Tunnel...yeah, he designed that. After the tunnels construction one of his jobs was to do routine inspections of it's inner workings. Unheard of in this ("safety Nazi") day and age, he'd often take me along with him. Believe you me, there's a lot more to it than just a what you see...while whizzing through it at 60mph.
At any rate, Grandad was also friends with one of the USS Alabama's historian / curators...they worked for the same engineering company. The typical tourist can only see so much of the old battle wagon and most of it's engineering spaces are off limits...unless you know the right people. Grandad and I got several unrestricted / off-hour / guided tours back in the late '70s and early '80s. Ever sat on the propeller shaft of a 680 foot long, 39,000 ton WWII era battleship? I have.
Just a couple of shots I took while on vacation last week. It rained pretty much constantly the first two days until the typical summertime afternoon showers kicked in. It infuriates the tourist at the theme parks to no end that it actually rains in "Sunny Florida", but...wait five or ten minutes. Sure, it'll probably be hot and muggy for the remainder of the day, but that's what air conditioning is for.
A little stormy weather at the beach, especially on the West coast (the "left coast" as we refer to it), isn't necessarily a bad thing. You get some relief from 90+ degree days (which we get for five months out of the year), some spectacular sunsets, and...if you're in the right place at the right time...you get a couple of souvenirs to take home.
Most of the sharks teeth you'll find along the eastern portion of the Gulf of Mexico are fingernail-size or smaller from Lemon and Sand sharks. Larger one's like this, more than likely an extinct species of Mako, are fairly rare to find on shore. Generally speaking, the larger the tooth, the harder it is for the currents and wave-action to push it ashore. Diving or snorkeling just off shore can yield some real monsters (literally)...palm-sized and larger teeth from long-extinct species such as the Megalodon.