Danger Bunny!

Years ago, on our honeymoon, Kathy and I were amused by these safety stickers on the Paris Metro. I found a photo of one online, and figured I'd throw it up here as a safety tip.


“Danger! Do not trap your hands on the door: you risk being crushed strongly.”

Butter Mountain, the blog that provided the translation above, posts that the safety ad has also been parodied.

Go, Danger Bunny!

Rob

So It Turns Out I Don’t Live Down the Street From Popeye, After All

I was changing the oil in my car the other day. I needed a place to put the old oil, so I was going to drain it into my coffee pot. Problem was, the coffee pot was full of fresh spinach for some reason. Ah, well, I thought, the oil will just fill in around it. There’s room enough for both.

That’s when Popeye was walking by, and noticed what I was doing. Not Popeye the cartoon character or comic strip character, but the real Popeye, the guy who played Popeye in the black and white live-action serials of the 40s and 50s, the way Clayton Moore played the Lone Ranger. He lives around the block from me and runs a small grocery now. He saw what I was about to do and said, “Son, don’t you know anything about cars?” (I don’t.) And he showed me a better way to do an oil change. But the first thing he did—the very first thing—was to find a bowl to put the fresh spinach in, so I could drain the oil into the coffee pot more easily.

Later on, I’m looking back on my day, and I realize: Not only did I meet Popeye, but I met him in a spinach-related incident! What are the odds? I have got to blog about this, I thought.

It takes me ten minutes after I wake up to realize that a) to the best of my knowledge, no one played Popeye in live-action movies before Robin Williams in Robert Altman’s film version; b) Popeye doesn’t live down the street from me, and c) Me, changing the oil in my car? Come on, now.

Rob

Meme of the Secret Ten: Four-Color Shopping Spree!

I have to jump feetfirst into something today, but I wanted to end the suspense and post this before I began. In answer to Ami's question:

1, 4 and 8 go into a comic store, with a total of 250 dollars, what would they buy?

I offered you a duck, a professor, and a fruit. Here they are:



#1 is Daffy Duck, #4 is Professor Frink from The Simpsons, and #8 is Liz Lemon from 30 Rock.

Daffy, of course, wants as much of the $250 as he can get, declares it a shopping spree and goes rushing off to find some Duck Dodgers and Duck Tracy comic books. Professor Frink races through the store, soon getting his hands on some of Jim Ottaviani's excellent science comics, like Dignifying Science, Two-Fisted Science, and Bone Sharps, Cowboys and Thunder Lizards. He also picks up some of Phil & Kaja Foglio's Girl Genius collections and a couple of Jack Kirby's Fourth World Omnibi for the real way-out stuff. "I bet I can glaven the anti-life equation before unheyden Darkseid can, if I just carry the one..."

Liz wanders the aisles, picking up a collection of Jessica Abel's Artbabe, thinking it's been something she's been planning to read for quite a while now. (Me, too, honestly. And La Perdida.) But she quickly also finds herself drawn to Evan Dorkin's Milk & Cheese and Dork! comics, and Kyle Baker's comics, like Cartoonist, You Are Here, and Birth of a Nation, with the first issue of Special Forces for good measure. Ms. Lemon likes the yuks.

Daffy, of course, has very little luck finding Duck Dodgers or Duck Tracy comics. A big fan of larger-than-life heroes, he picks up the hardcover of Green Lantern: Rebirth and whatever recent Sinestro Corps War issues he can find on the stands. And one of IDW's Dick Tracy comic strip collections, because even a cheap imitation of Duck Tracy is better than nothing.

Naturally, this is all way more than $250 worth of comics. But Frink momentarily baffles the clerks with glaven, and our heroes are soon all running from the store before anyone knows better.

Oh, That Frink!

Rob

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Something's wrong with my scanner, so I'm still stuck poaching images off the web until I can figure out what's what. (This one comes from Head Injury Theater.) But when you can stumble upon Superman cleaning He-Man's clock, well...what's not to like?

Honestly, I might loathe He-Man even more than the Transformers.*

As always with Friday Night Fights, Bahlactus rings that bell like he's playin' guitar. Or something like that.

Rob
*Note: The People's Republic of Robsylvania does not and has never acknowledged the Thundercats as a legitimate cartoon.