Rick Lacy
Kit Fisto Cutting Charles's Head Off
2006. Ink on paper.
Private collection.
_______________________________________________________________
Rick Lacy
Kit Fisto Cutting Charles's Head Off
2006. Ink on paper.
Private collection.
_______________________________________________________________
I love the shot of the coffin company's logo in Harold and Maude.
And I don't think the shot of Maude's tattoo can be found online, so now it can be.
Here's what Vincent Canby said of Harold and Maude: You might well want to miss it.
That pissed Ruth Gordon off so much that she went and did Rosemary's Baby 2 in the hopes that he'd have to sit through it.
Tom July 30th, 2006 10:26am
_______________________________________________________________
Last night I dreamt I was playing old Nintendo with a Power Glove that was red and had six fingers. The glove had six fingers, I didn't. The two outermost fingers were thumbs, so the glove could be worn on either hand. My Freud Reader tells me this has something to do with the crush I had on Jenny Lewis.
Tom July 30th, 2006 10:12am
_______________________________________________________________
Last night I dreamt I was talking on the phone to Rudy Giuliani, so if anyone called me in the middle of the night and ended up getting told how disappointing they are and then hung up on, I apologize.
Tom July 29th, 2006 12:55pm
_______________________________________________________________
The Suppertime of Jules Verne’s 178th Birthday by Corn Mo
July 27th, 2006
_______________________________________________________________
Concerning an incident that occurred on page 6 of the ALL NEW X-MEN #103, entitled DEATH SIEGE!, published in February 1977. So I suppose we're to believe that Nightcrawler morphed into Xavier's wheelchair as well. Or maybe Black Tom had one lying around Cassidy Keep?
Tom July 27th, 2006 2:07pm
_______________________________________________________________
This week at work my drink of choice has been warm (sometimes cold) sugar water. That's sugar stirred into water. I just know someone's gonna see me making it. And I'm gonna get made fun of.
_______________________________________________________________
In the summer of 1991 my best friend Luke and I were reading Spider-Man comics. There was a five-part storyline involving Wendigo, a mythical, sasquatch-like beast, who was wrongly accused of killing runaway kids in the woods of Vancouver. Spider-Man and Wolverine were on hand to convince the mounties and the press of his/its innocence. The series was written (I can now say, poorly) by Mr. Todd McFarlane (but, man, if we didn't eat his extreme art up).
I was on my way back from a fishing trip with Luke, his brother, his dad and his uncle. We stopped at a gas station and Luke's uncle offered to buy us hot dogs. The two hot dogs that Luke's brother ordered cost more than the price of the fifth and final comic in the Spider-Man/Wendigo storyline, which was selling at the gas station for $1.75. Luke and I really wanted to know if Wendigo made it out alive, so we asked if we could each get one hot dog and then also the Spider-Man comic.
And we got yelled at. Luke's uncle was pissed at the fact that we would ask him to spend money on a comic book, and after a day of fishing in the great outdoors, but he didn't want to make a scene, so he bought us the goddamn thing. But no hot dogs.
And so then on the ride home Luke and I were all hungry and going "I don't want the comic, you do..."
"I don't want the comic, I hate comics."
That night we made a pizza and finished the story after the adults of the world went to bed. Wendigo got out alive, but the twist ending was a bit contrived. I don't think we noticed or cared though.
Anyway, I just bought all five of the comics off eBay for 99 cents. Spider-Man #8 - 12. They arrived yesterday, I read them tonight. If I knew Luke's address I'd send them to him, but we haven't hung out in probably ten years.
Tom July 26, 2006 1:15am
_______________________________________________________________
Sam Tabenhoy of another Manhattan—Manhattan, KS—sent me this wonderful piece of fan art:
(Click image for the full-size)
Thanks Sam!! Enjoy the bumper sticker...
Tom July 23, 2006 3:46pm
_______________________________________________________________
From a paper I wrote for a Philosophy of Time class in December 2001:
- While the normal notion of chronology would entail that since the battle of Gettysburg was an event that happened in the past it went through its changes in the past, McTaggart notes that the battle of Gettysburg is constantly moving further into the past and is therefore constantly undergoing change.
In writing the paper, I lost interest/patience with both Philosophy and Time, declared one stupid and the other a waste of time.
Tom July 22, 2006 4:00pm
_______________________________________________________________
That big, beige box was always looked at by me as a time capsule. Crammed in the corner, gathering dust, to be opened one day and to whisk me away to carefree college days long since gone. That box, after all, saw more of me than anyone else during that time. Wouldn't it have a few stories to share?
No. The desktop image is just a boring Van Gogh painting and though there are plenty of files scattered throughout, they don't amount to much beyond half-assed schoolwork and phony cover letters. Music I've grown sick of. Photos I have saved elsewhere. An unsent email to my parents offering them advice on how they could improve their marriage. I really did accomplish nothing senior year.
I was hoping to find, at the very least, one thing I had forgotten and could think about again, that would ignite a spark of memory—good, bad, it didn't matter—I just wanted to return to the past for a moment or two. But I could smash that computer with a hammer right now and it wouldn't affect me in the slightest bit.
Tom July 22, 2006 3:43pm
_______________________________________________________________
I hadn't turned on my old PC since two apartments ago, but last night was PeeDee's birthday and I wanted to give him a video I made of him doing Robocop pantomime to the song from Pulp Fiction. I didn't find it. I didn't find much of anything. I found this.
Tom July 22, 2006 3:18pm
_______________________________________________________________
Some friends have confessed to talking to themselves. Will I be next, I wonder, aloud.
_______________________________________________________________
Casey has organized three! days of the very best of NYC independent animation, this weekend on a roof, at Galapagos, and at BAM. Featuring work by our friends Greg Condon, Aaron Hughes, Lisa LaBracio, Jenni Dykeman, Jason Kramer, Stieg Retlin, the man Casey himself, and about fifty-six others.
_______________________________________________________________
Her dog was more trouble than her mother's, but she wanted one, and she didn't have any friends, so they bought Cloud in the fall of '81. Half-price because he only had one eye.
Tom July 21, 2006 2:00am
_______________________________________________________________
I wrote something—something I hope is false—about the lady in the most depressing photograph I ever found at a flea market:
There is only one photograph of Ruth between the ages of 21 and 38. Last week someone sold it to a stranger for the price of a gumball.
Tom July 21, 2006 12:13am
_______________________________________________________________
Next time you're over at my place, ask to see the most depressing photograph I ever found at a flea market.
Tom July 20, 2006 8:29pm
_______________________________________________________________
I forget where I read it, but lower Manhattan's air contains more asphalt molecules than oxygen ones. Living down here, we're breathing in a pound of pavement a week. And those aerobic jogs across the Brooklyn Bridge? They actually make us gain weight. Approximately three and a half pounds per walk, in cancerous car exhaust tumors. I traveled recently to Pennsylvania, neighbors, and I must report that the grass is greener, GREENER!, coughcoughwheeze.
Tom July 20, 2006 8:14pm
_______________________________________________________________
"Do you ever lift open a garbage can lid and hope to see a grouch? It almost never happens," lamented Rick.
_______________________________________________________________
Phil's Ideas for Articles or Columns
"Phil Saves Movie Culture" - an ongoing series of reviews of films that were never made but should have been."Here comes the pitch" - wherein I pitch to the reader a new movie idea every week. The first week: The Adventures of the Zombie Lynott; wherein Phil Lynott returns from the grave to rescue his ladylove from an evil Necromancer. Every column will end with this statement: "There's the pitch and... it's a home run!"
"Hudson Talk" - an ongoing, biweekly column, concerning itself solely with the merits of Hudson Hawk. OR, an ongoing series of Hudson Hawk fan-fic.
"What time is it Stanley?" - an ongoing series of short stories regarding the adventures of Stanley Kubrick as he travels through the time continuum after his death.
"Poland's revenge on everything" - Wherein every week I outline a savage and disturbing sexual fantasy involving Roman Polanski fucking. What does he fuck? Look at the title.
"Something Rick-ed This Way Comes" - a series of interviews (half fabricated half not) with Rick Lacy on all topics.
July 18, 2006 2:14pm
_______________________________________________________________
Are lightbulbs recyclable?
UPDATE: "I'm looking at the flyer that was given out back in April 2004 when recycling was re-introduced, and it states that you should only recycle designated materials. No other plastics or other types of glass should be put in recycling. They show pictures of various things that should be put into regular trash. A lightblub is one of them. So is a Bigwheel."
Thanks Susan.
UPDATE: Here's a free elf painting pattern to transform a burned out lightbulb into an intriguing elf decoration for your Christmas tree.
_______________________________________________________________
Waking up in the house I grew up in, I must have been dreaming of the past, because it felt like it was 1991. Or maybe it was the last 15 years that were the dream?! So I ran downtown to see if my favorite restaurant, the Bagel Hut, was still in business. It wasn't. And I checked for my third favorite restaurant, the Hot Dog Shop, and its doors were shut forever as well. That means it's at least 2004 and there's a chance I have to watch my pets die all over again. I'll know for sure when I go to the Pirates game tomorrow night and see how bad they suck.
July 16th, 2006_______________________________________________________________