"No more snares on wolves, guys."
The Diogenes Club
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Favorite Movie Quotes: The Hunt For Red October
[Reviewed in Cheaper by the Dozen 47]
Morty Comix # 2319
Morty Comix # 2319 was left inside a tabletop advertisement for, I think, some kind of beer. This was in one of my favorite places to go eat, a Mexican cuisine restaurant in Elma, Washington.
Phone photo 1328
The car has California plates, so maybe this is something they do down there but is as yet unknown to us behind-the-times Washingtonians hiding up here in our overcast corner.
Favorite Movie Quotes: Catch Me If You Can
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Favorite Movie Quotes: The House of Yes
"Excuse me, I'm going to baste the turkey and hide the kitchen knives."
[Reviewed in Cheaper by the Dozen 19]
Favorite Movie Quotes: Hombre
Favorite Movie Quotes: Hollywoodland
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"When it comes to publicity, what's true or false doesn't really matter."
[Comic art enthusiasts might want to check out this movie. It concerns the controversy surrounding the death of actor George Reeves, who we Boomers remember as the man who portrayed Superman in the television series of the late 1950s]
Obscuro Comix Philosophy in Action
Morty Comix is moving into a new phase. Initially, starting nearly three decades ago, I sent a copy of an original art Morty Comix to each correspondent. I stopped in December 1999, but revived the series in 2010 with issue # 2196. I guess this series could not co-exist with a George W. Bush presidency. No matter what surrealist image I could draw, there was no way I could outdo his real life absurdity. The man was political Dadaist.
In the pre-Internet days, we Newavers relied heavily on the USPS for our communication, and as a result a lot of Morty Comix were sent to my comix comrades.
But those were the sunny slopes of yesterday. I still draw Morty Comix but the audience has changed. If this series made completist collectors go nuts in the past, it will really drive them over the edge now. Since Morty Comix # 2279 my tactics have changed.
I now just drop them at random in little secret pockets in the world at large here in the Pacific Northwest where anyone might find one. Like little cartoon time bombs. Guerrilla comix I suppose you could call them. What happens to the art after I deposit it is beyond my control. So far, only one of these Mortyfied sites has responded back to Morty the Blog. The rest of them probably land in the recycling or trash can.
Can't explain why, but this method of comix art distribution really appeals to me. It seems to me this is almost the quintessential Obscuro Comix sort of activity. A true Obscuro would draw it and just throw it away, but I have enough ego to want some sort of audience, even if they discover it and ask, "What the Hell is this crap?" Well, especially if they ask, "What the Hell is this crap?" It seems so subversive and mischievous. Perhaps that is the appeal.
Plus I'm scanning and posting each one here, so at least the images are preserved even if the original gets deep-sixed, which I'm guessing most of them are.
I would love to know what Marcel Duchamp would make of this. I suspect he would've approved and made elaborate suggestions for how to fine tune this activity.
Favorite Movie Quotes: Hoffa
[Reviewed in Cheaper by the Dozen 14]
Morty Comix # 2318
Friday, March 30, 2012
Morty Comix # 2317
It was very near this spot I first met J.P. Patches about 1960 when he came to open the new Peterson's Foodtown shopping area, now occupied by Grocery Outlet. I would later see him again at the Seattle World's Fair in 1962 and, incredibly, got to interview him on the set in 1975. J.P. Patches is one of my personal heroes, so as you can see the very area where I deposited this residue of my cartoon hand is a special one with a lot of history.
Notice the Bil Keane-like crucifix symbol posing as a telephone pole over the roofline, giving the image an almost tragically sacred tone. When Hollywood Video pulled out of this place overnight, apparently in some nasty dispute with the landlord according to word of mouth (for what that is worth), they created a literal black space for cinema enthusiasts in the area. And that was quite awhile ago. In fact, in Phone Photo 566 from last year, the place was already closed. I sure hope the workers there were not screwed over in the process.
If video killed the radio star, then Internet killed the video star.
So, Morty Comix # 2317 was offered in remembrance. It probably fell on the ground, got rained on, and is now pulp in the storm drains. A fitting fate in this land of constant rain and natural recycling.
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