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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Projectile Vomiting

So the new Vomit Comics feature has started up over at Walrus Comix - and, as noted, I've inaugurated it with a new comic not previously shown here on the Rambler. I'm still not 100% clear if the feature over at WC is a blog or a comic page or what - it's a comic with a couple of paragraphs explaining/defending it, and I doubt there's a word for that.

Let's just consider it liner notes, or something.

I was going to tell you about some interesting PCMA news, but I have to stay true to rule number one: don't blog about PCMA.

In the meantime, I have to learn a couple more Floyd tunes - Sheep being the one that's most intensive in the keyboard department. The department that I manage, that is. And I guess with that, we'll have finished off Animals, although I don't know when that will be performed. I'll keep you posted.

I guess I'd be remiss if I didn't take a moment to note the passing of George Carlin - long after everyone else has said their piece. Curiously, I had about of insomnia last night when it first popped up on the wires (Fark, to be exact), and then kept refreshing CNN until it came up. Fox had it earlier by about fifteen minutes, but old habits die hard, and I needed CNN to really, really confirm. Still, props to Fox for being right on that trigger.

All I can really add to the smothering blanket of radio clips and YouTube videos and all that is to note that it's amazing how much Carlin had woven himself not just into the fabric of America over the last forty-fifty years, but how many small memories here and there in my own life are Carlin related:

- chanting 'rat shit, bat shit, dirty old twat! Hurray! Lizard shit!! Fuck!! at the top of my lungs with JIm and Bubba during a break in senior play rehearsal, in the halls of our high school. Just as our principal happened by.
- hearing his "Let's Make a Deal" sketch for the first time on a plane to England or Australia with my family. My sisters Leah and Gail fell in love with that routine, and quoted it endlessly. "Oh, Monty, Monty, Monty!" To this day, I still use montymonty as an occasional password.
- Eight words: it's amazing... it's astounding... but it's no bullshit.

Goodbye, funny man.

D.

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