I just want to properly acknowledge all the sites that linked to the Inspiratomatic, especially Pop Candy, Neatorama, Fecal Face, Buzz Feed, The Presurfer, Ueba (in Portuguese and in English), QBN, Boar’s Head Tavern, the How Design Blog and The Little Chimp Society. This is not to mention all those social bookmarkers on Stumble Upon, Twitter, Facebook, Del.icio.us, etc. Thanks.

And check out the young Abraham Lincoln who must journey through time and space to end injustice wherever, and whenever, it stands! (Comic coming up at I am the Last VCR.)

You should be doing somersaults and back flips to hear that the Inspiratomatic has gotten over 9,000 views. According to my Google Analytics, people have been staying put there for about two minutes, which is a lot better than I can say for readers of this blog or visitors to my website who stay all of 45 seconds. Thanks a lot guys. Jeeze. I know these long-winded posts must take more than a half minute to read. And then, shouldn’t you be gazing, idly but intently, at the artwork that follows each one? Shouldn’t you??

Speaking of which, I drew this little nugget one evening when the light coming into the living room reminded me of watching TV with my little siblings after school. I tried to fit in all the aspects of the confused, disjointed little city of Danbury, CT into one nostalgia-rama. The hilltops merging into the cloudscape sorta look like stained glass, don’t they? Anyhow, last weekend I went home and got my fix of Mom’s cooking and Dad’s drinking (jk Pops, lylas!).

You may have noticed that this and the last posts’ drawings are particularly sexual and wiener-oriented (I checked the spelling Cait, it is “ie,” not an exception to the rule – I <3 U), blame Alfred Kubin. A few weeks ago Caitlin and Danielle and I went to the Neue Gallerie and looked at a show of his drawings and watercolors. It had sort of hokey mood elements, like creepy silhouettes behind windows and a room with period artifacts and brooding German music, but this stuff actually did its part in adding to the atmosphere, especially because it was relegated mainly to the hall and away from most of the artwork. I had no idea the man existed until Danielle said we should go see the show. Exquisitely disturbed, monstrous stuff. Sex and death and terrible beasts and bleak landscapes.

And speaking of terrible beasts, you can bet this wang would have been longer if I had known from the beginning that this was a horse man.

This might be a week late to say, but how bout the Boss? He totally compressed every single thing he would do at a normal E Street Band concert into twelve minutes, plus Super Bowl fireworks, of course. Let’s see, there was…”Is there anybody alive out there?” jumping on a piano, losing his voice, solo from the Big Man, getting the crowd to sing the hook, power sliding (I contend it was the cameraman’s fault for putting his camera so close to Bruce’s balls – reminiscent of Goldfinger, with the laser moving steadily, inexorably toward Connery’s junk), bringin’ it down for a minute, and finally, “Hey Steve, what time is it?” “It’s Boss time!” But you know what’s totally freaked up? The stupid NFL keeps removing YouTube videos of the performance, and what’s worse, not offering up an official version. As Jen (or Wayne) would say, get the net!

A philosophical question for you: If wieners and vaj’es are drawn on impy-headed creatures, but still pretty explicitly, does that count as NSFW?

The Inspiratomatic has gotten a really positive response from my dearly beloved, so I got a domain for it. I’m gonna see if it can’t make at least a minor splash in the Blagoblogosphere. Just a heads up. So look out!

Speaking of Dr. Strange, I drew a picture of him (below). In my never-ending quest for accurate detail and my nerdy desire to stay “on model,” half way through doodling the occult surgeon, I looked up drawings of him by co-creator Steve Ditko on the Google. I had read through his adventures in the Marvel Essentials format, which is a big soft cover, black & white newsprint book. I thought the crazy character designs and psychedelic dreamscapes were basically the coolest thing to ever happen in super hero comics. Then, thanks to the Google and Sanctum Sanctorum Comix, I saw it in color. Whoah. God bless those little old ladies in Connecticut that meticulously cut out all those halftone screens in these acid candy rainbow hues.