Do not disappoint the Squirrel of Judgment

found on the internet … that is all.

 

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Ditko Lives.

So. Steve Ditko.

I am privileged to have lived in those days before it got all big and corporate, when Marvel Comics was a secret shared by a relative handful of kids who had discovered there was more to comic books than Superman’s Pal getting turned into a giant sea turtle.

And in those days, there really was only one great debate:

I have been dying of thirst in the ocean for lack of strange wine

 

Harlan Ellison died the other day, and the world grew more dull. I, of course, never met the man, but when I encountered his words I never failed to learn something, to be entertained, and/or to gain some insight into the human condition.

Oh, enough of that – the man was a hero to anyone who loves to see bullshit called out, grabbed by the throat and humiliated.

And he was, as the blurb on the cover to his collection Strange Wine, asserted, someone who “just could be the best short story writer alive today.” At least until Thursday.

Still life: Bananas, cow and alien

I don’t have the patience for painting, so here’s an iPhone still life.