Archive for the ‘Parody’ Category

An outrageous but colorful pun

March 22, 2017

xkcd 1814 Color Pattern:

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As it turns out, “That’s Amore” has a history on this blog, but this is a new direction.

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Poplar Mechanics

January 12, 2017

Today’s Bizarro, with a parody of the magazine Popular Mechanics:

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Seward Johnson

November 7, 2016

It looks like the bots at Pinterest are doing a pretty good job. Thanks to my having posted, in “Giantess Jackie” on the 2nd, a bit about Seward Johnson’s “Forever Marilyn” statue in Chicago, this morning Pinterest offered me a page of “New ideas for you in Sculpture”, entirely devoted to Johnson’s bronze oeuvre, for example this visual parody of Grant Wood’s “American Gothic”, entitled “God Bless America” (now in Florida):

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November 7th, in the liminal zone

November 7, 2016

Twilight Dawn in America

Between the dark and the daylight,
Between the end of Daylight Time and Election Day,
When the light is beginning to fade,
Comes a pause in the year’s occupation
That is known as Revolution and Solidarity Day,
Or, take your pick, Freedom Fighters Killing Day.

November 7th in America. We can be pleased that today’s birthdays include Marie Curie and Joan Sutherland. But then there’s the former national holiday of Bangladesh, a sad story of rebellion and ensuing dictatorship in a dreadfully beleagured country. And of course the terrible story of one of today’s saints, Ernest of Zwiefalten, disemboweled in the wars between Christianity and Islam, for God and territory (in roughly equal measure), over 800 years ago. A bloody awful day, in several senses.

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… and his fruit was sweet to my taste

October 16, 2016

A return, after several years, to posting my collages on this blog and on AZBlogX (depending on their X-ratings). Two inaugural postings: one already on my X blog with five collages in the Bangers & Mash series, now one on this blog with two Sausage Tree collages (high phallicity, no actual phalluses):

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Going all the way gay with the X-Men

September 16, 2016

An ad from the porn purveyor HisXpress for a gay porn flick from men.com:

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A remarkable project in several ways, starting with the fact that the video uses six of the X-Men characters without disguise in punning names or anything of the sort, so the Marvel firm must have been on board for the project — this despite the fact that the video is flat-out XXX-rated gay porn, as you can verify (if you wish) by viewing the trailer for the flick, which manages to provide a very short overview of the varieties of hot-hot man-man sex.

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Skinflints and Accidents

September 1, 2016

Yesterday’s Zippy, with a burlesque that has given me a monster earworm:

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If you wanna be Zippy

August 18, 2016

Today’s Zippy, with a burlesque of a 1963 calypso-style song performed by gospel singer Jimmy Soul (hence the playful title “Saul Music”):

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Sit right down

August 11, 2016

Today’s Zippy, with Mr. (the) Toad (that icon of selfishness) parodying a jazz standard for modern times:

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Michael Crawford

July 21, 2016

In the July 25th New Yorker, an affectionate brief memorial (by David Remnick, the magazine’s editor) for cartoonist Michael Crawford, “Remembering an adored cartoonist: Michael Crawford was a wry and sensitive artist whose sweet, jazzy personality converged with his work”, beginning:

Michael Crawford was a cartoonist and a painter, a wry and sensitive artist who woke each day with his head full of dreams. Straight from bed he reached for his pencils and pad, the better to get those images and word clusters down on paper. For at least an hour every morning, “Michael was mining his dreams,” his wife, Carolita Johnson, also a cartoonist for this magazine, said. “And when it came to cartoons he just started drawing, without any idea where things might go. Lots of drawings sat around for years without any caption. He was his own one-man cartoon-caption contest in that way. But he was patient.

There was a wild, improvisational streak in Crawford’s work. He loved baseball, and imagined a cockeyed intimacy in the talk between, say, two pros in the dugout: “Why so aloof in here? When you’re on base, you yak your ass off with every Yankee in sight.” A student of American art, he redrew many of Edward Hopper’s moody paintings as cartoons and then provided snappy dialogue for the painter’s lonely souls.

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