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Friday, July 22, 2005
  Jim Treacher, in case you were wondering, and in case the link at the top of his shit didn’t make it painfully obvious, is camped out here for the foreseeable nonce. Yappin’ for (gobs of?) cash, apparently, which I always knew (hallucinated?) he would. He’s still funny, just now in a clubbing seals vis a vis corporate greed kind of way. Don’t take that to mean anything. Honestly, Jim, I’m so proud I could just spontaneously defecate. Again. Buenos dias. Thursday, July 21, 2005
 I ain’t the only one lamenting the loss of the great Jim Aparo, not by a long shot. Click here for a long list of blogposts written by fans throwing in their 2 cents. This post has pictures of quite a few nice Aparo covers on it. Click here for a fascinating interview with Jim Aparo circa May 2000. My fave post I've read so far on the subject is this one, memories of Jim from a huge fan who had the opportunity to work with the artist as an editor at DC. It really gives you an idea of just what kind of man Aparo was, which sounds like, from all accounts, a reflection of his work: professional, unassuming, workmanlike, brilliant, flexible, all of the above. This was a man of immense talent, and with vast respect in the industry, who was totally willing to work on whatever project he was assigned and always do it all out and with absolute quality, who never even hinted at pulling any prima donna shit, even though he probably could have. Anyway, the list goes on, great guy, great talent, huge loss; to comics, and, apparently, humanity in general. That being said, I guess I'll let this topic go for awhile. At least until in another 15 minutes when I feel like yapping about it some more. Wednesday, July 20, 2005
 Howdy. Shit. I’m bummed about mr. Aparo. He was, how do you say, the man? His style wasn’t flashy or nothin’, but nobody prototypified batman for me as youngsta, a teen, a college pile, and an old fart, more than he did. When I see the comic version of batman in my mind it’s the aparo version. Brave & the bold, batman & the outsiders, the man would go anywhere & draw batman in any book and every one had the same quality and attention to detail that kept him in the biz for 30 some odd years. Not that he just drew batman, far from it, but fa sho, that was what he was most famous for, and what I knew him best for. He was one of those artists who you looked forward to his interpretation of other heroes when they would do guest shots, a select group for me that includes byrne, perez, mcfarlane, zeck, romita jr., shit, prolly a few others I can’t think of now. There was something so simple yet complex, so unassuming yet dignified, about the man’s pencils and inks. I can picture his commissioner Gordon, his joker, his robin, all those, spot on, the definition to a degree. Only neal adams and bob kane, and maybe frank miller had more of an impact on the visual appearance of batman, at least in this boy’s mind. more on Jim Aparo  Sigh. One of the greatest & most prolific comic book artists in history is dead. A living legend is no longer living. RIP Jim Aparo. Monday, July 18, 2005
 Yoyo. Wuddup. Sheeeiittt. And, yes. It’s true. Fuck that. Fuck blogging. Fuck a log, fuck a web, and fuck the spider it flew in & sat on. Yessirree. That’s the god’s honest. No it’s not. Yes, no, you are. Well hotdandy joe I finally found some semi not a million dollar yankee sox tix. And if anyone thinks I stole that idea they can slick all over my boodie hoozle. A boody hoozle is something of which I won’t describe. You know whut? Fuck this shite. I may go underground later today? If you know where that is, see you there. Send me an e-mail and tell me I’m a pile of donkey shit. Gracias. Muscle68 went to Vegas. On a gangsta scale it’s a snoop dogg before he met pharrell. Exactamundo. Yes, I know. In other news, dammitt, I always say that, and am thus extremely in need of a hara kiri. Man, I ate sushi this weekend and it took forever but was good. Sake makes my head warm. The jurk storr called again. first time in like, a million years? And they said ixnay on the tireday idea. Maybe a petunia day dillio? I’ll check with management. Toodles. I kinda went off in the comments section of this post. Look for kool keith el otro. Two diatribes on varying different sides of an argument, plus other horseshit apple sauce. The making sense store called and I’ve been discontinued. No spaces today because it’s proprietary. Werd to officer bird, care of channel 9. I bought the new tsar album. It’s good.
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