Archive for the ‘Parody’ Category

The gopnik wedding

February 17, 2025

Hollow Man Roboputin, dead at the core, and his grotesque consort Drumpfitsa at their gopnik wedding, in an AI image Hana Filip posted on her Facebook page on 2/15, when she was (as she put it) working on her anger at the performance of Roboputin and Drumpfitsa’s baby (James Donald Bowman) at the Munich Security Conference on 2/14/25:


To come: the gopnik subculture (stereotypically conservative, aggressive, homophobic, nationalist and racist) in Russia and its European surround; the source of this image; hollow men (from T. S. Eliot); and Gopnik as a family name

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On the faux-Hopper watch

February 11, 2025

… in which I report on a genre of AI art that I hadn’t realized existed. But first, the story of how this genre came to me. I tell this story without any names attached to the people who wrangled with a piece of this art on Facebook yesterday — because all evidence of this discussion has somehow vanished from my Facebook; I did, however, save a copy of the Mystery Painting that triggered the discussion and then was able to reconstruct the gist of the exchanges from memory.

The Mystery Painting. This came to a friend labeled as a reproduction of a painting by Edward Hopper with the title The Dory. My friend was pleased to have come across a Hopper not known to him:


(#1) Atmospherically Hopperesque: a lone female figure in an urban setting (a railway station); also at night, with lights piercing the dark and the rain

Others chimed in to cast cold water on the poster’s delight. One observed that there was indeed a 1929 Hopper painting called The Dory, but it was, no surprise, a painting of a dory (‘a small flat-bottomed rowboat with a high bow and stern, of a kind originally used for fishing in New England’ (NOAD)) — nothing at all like the scene in #1. And then another volunteered that they had searched through an inventory of Hopper paintings and there was nothing like #1 in it. The consensus was that this was some sort of AI creation, masquerading as a Hopper. The disillusioned poster was dismayed.

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A moment of raunchy doggerel

January 31, 2025

(dirty verse — a raunchy burlesque of some scurrilous doggerel — so not for kids or the sexually modest)

This is what I wrote to cease my weeping at a moment this morning when a number of MSNBC commenters, who were variously black, Jewish, female, and queer, struggled not to break down in hurt, anger, and despair in reporting on Anaranjado Grabpussy’s apparently declaring a ban on federal celebrations of DEI occasions (Black History Month, Pride, etc.). Further inspired by someone ranting, I don’t know why, on Facebook about Dildo as if it were the name of a person, a character in some social drama.

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Three memic cartoons

December 24, 2024

🎄- 1: 12/24, Christmas Eve, and a cold rain’s a-fallin’. But along comes the New Yorker‘s 12/23/24 issue, the annual Cartoons and Puzzles issue, with a section on “cartoons about fine, good, and excellent dining to whet your appetite”, plus a full budget of cartoons sprinkled throughout the issue.

From all of which I’ve selected three memic cartoons:

–from the dining section, a comic turn on one of the great parody magnets of art

— then a Psychiatrist cartoon especially for the Christmas season

— and a Desert Island cartoon, which is at least about gift-giving

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Roll over, roll over

October 1, 2024

🐇 🐇 🐇 rabbit rabbit rabbit to bring in October, a month that embraces: Hangul Day (10/9), a linguistic holiday (celebrating the excellent Korean orthography); NCOD, National Coming Out Day (10/11), a gay holiday (also, not accidentally, the JHT-AMZ wedding-equivalent anniversary, from the time long before same-sex marriage); and Halloween (10/31), a strange religiocultural holiday — the three occasions together in this parody of the Gunpowder Treason rhyme:

Roll over, Roll over
The first of October
Hangul, coming out, and black cat;
I have no doubt
That coming out
Is something to celebrate at!

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Volcanic verse

September 10, 2024

Well, silliness provoked by my getting, yesterday, this excellent fortune cookie fortune:

You will be awarded
some great honor

Which I was then able to combine with a postcard from Ann Burlingham (sent on 3/4/24), showing, of course, a volcano — Frederic Church’s 1862 painting of Cotopaxi in Ecuador — adding the requisite woolly mammoths (on a US postage stamp), flanking the fortune, to complete the composition:

For which I have supplied some verse, filched from Longfellow’s The Song of Hiawatha (1855), with its famously jogging trochaic tetrameter:

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Annals of commercials music

August 30, 2024

It appeared a few weeks ago, and then was often repeated on tv stations I get. At first, I heard it out of the corner of my ear, got the brassy women’s voices  singing what was not quite “We Built This City”, but was instead, “We Quilt This City”. So a commercial for something. Quilted puffy jackets for the coming fall weather? Beautiful bedquilts, pieces of folk art? Well, something quilted as in this NOAD entry:

adj. quilted: (of a garment, bed covering, etc.) made of two layers of cloth filled with padding held in place by lines of stitching: a blue quilted jacket.

Then I listened a bit more closely and pieced out:

We quilt this city on a comfy roll. 

Whoa, Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore. What kind of rolls are quilted? Oh… So the song goes on:

Say it doesn’t matter, say it’s all the same,
But we are here to change your toilet paper game.

Ah, quilted toilet paper. It’s 3-ply — so, though it doesn’t fit the NOAD definition of quilted, it’s analogous to quilted stuff as in the NOAD definition. It’s a natural metaphorical extension.

What we have here is a sales-pitch parody of Starship’s “We Built This City”, in fact a whole production number built around that parody. In a one-minute music video (first used on 7/29/24) that opens with the three Quilted Queens — three women of varied age and racioethnicity (most toilet paper is bought by women) — taking over a grocery store in “Keep It Quilted” puffer jackets; the store then turns into a neon-colored set, while the three sing their sales pitch. (As it happens, I find the Starship original really annoying — probably a minority taste, but there it is — so I find its being hijacked for a paean to toilet paper refreshing.) You can experience the whole thing on a YouTube video here.

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What shall we do with the leftover pie dough?

July 24, 2024

Now we sing, to the tune of “Drunken Sailor”:

What shall we do with the leftover pie dough? … …
Cut it into slabs and then you bake them.

Do that, and you get the yummy stuff that Ann Daingerfield Zwicky called piecrust crumblies (a family term whose origin was lost to her); she used that name, so I did too, and my guy Jacques, and probably Elizabeth (Daingerfield Zwicky) as well, so maybe now Opal (Armstrong Zwicky) too. Such things get passed around.

(Spelling note: I will use the solid spelling piecrust, but many writers use the separated spelling pie crust; these are stylistic variants, and are listed as such by, among other sources, NOAD.)

Now it turns out that there’s a term of culinary art for the stuff; food writers seem to call them piecrust treats —  a specialization of NOAD‘s

noun treat: an event or item that is out of the ordinary and gives great pleasure: he wanted to take her to the movies as a treat.

Whatever you call them, they’re just one possible answer to the question in my title, so let’s survey the uses of leftover piecrust dough.

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Slouch Gravitsky’s ode to those people

July 17, 2024

Today’s Zippy strip brings us a rambling poetic diatribe by Slouch Gravitsky, the Zipfigure of poet Charles Bukowsky in Bukowsky’s fictional alter ego, the (sometime) postal clerk Henry Chinaski — crude, aggrieved, cynical, alcoholic. And, oh yes, sharp-eyed.


This might be a burlesque of a specific Bukowski poem, but not one I’m familiar with; meanwhile, note the bottle of booze in the first and fourth panels (plus of course the cigarette) — plus Zippyesque dips into popular culture (Lawrence Welk, beef jerky, Taylor Swift)

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Not Super or Elmer’s, but almost

June 1, 2024

Today’s Zippy strip, with a burlesque of a 1982 Elvis Costello song, notably covered by Chet Baker in 1987:


(#1) Zippy burlesques the first lines — Almost blue / Almost doing things we used to do — and the final lines — Almost you / Almost me / Almost blue — but in the middle he goes off, not into the wild blue yonder, but, stickily, into the glue

In case you didn’t get the allusion, Bill Griffith gives us a hint with his title “Almost Chet Baker”, pointing to a remarkable performance of “Almost Blue” by the jazz trumpeter and vocalist Chet Baker.

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