"Rudy Giuliani, Red Sox fan" by Hart Seely

The Greatest Comics Idea Since Superman

An advice column for comics nerds!! Why didn't anyone think of this before?

Q. What is the best way for a fanguy to approach a fangirl at the LCS if he's interested?

Aisle-d Curiosity

A. First, there are a couple things you must avoid:

1) Lurking too long before speaking to her.
You’ll just come off as creepy and weird, but, like -- the bad kind of creepy and weird.

2) Avoiding eye-contact.
I highly suggest a direct eye-contact approach. If you make sure to make eye-contact, it will keep you from accidentally saying hello to the lady’s ladies, if’n ya know what I mean. No girl likes that.

Jess Knows Best

Years Of Agony

Vinage Gay Pulp fills just one of many fascinating photosets that put us all in debt to Flickr star Miss Magnolia Thunderpussy. If you don't have the hours it would take to view them all, try not to miss Variety, Vaudeville And Circus Acts; Girls Will Be Boys And Boys Will Be Girls; Children; and The Accordion And Its Role In World Peace. [Via Metafilter.]

Happy 80th Birthday, Steve Ditko

Many more, please.

Ghaaah

From Boy Detective #3, Avon Periodicals, 1952

Happy Halloween

Pic stolen from Tegan. More costumes here.

Throw Away Those Gouging, Torturing Trusses

From PRISON RIOT #1, Avon Periodicals, 1952.

"I just can't find one damn thing that you guys have done wrong."

Questions for FEMA's future fake news conferences, by el duque's friend Seely. [Link]

I'm a veteran reporter, and I hate positive stories. I'd much rather destroy people, especially with no facts to get in my way. So, my question is this: What minor tidbit should I gin up into a scandal? Because frankly, I've been digging for weeks, and I just can't find one damn thing that you guys have done wrong.

Elvis' Setlist For Hillary's Party

Beyond Belief

Clean Money

Lip Service

(I Don't Want To Go To) Chelsea

His First Real Worries

I like this paragraph from The Horse's Mouth, by Joyce Cary:

Frank was having trouble with his boils. He had a plaster on his neck and was carrying his head all on one side. I like Franklin. He's about nineteen, and is just getting his first real worries. The girls he fancies don't fancy him; the ones he fancied last year and doesn't fancy any more are lying in wait for him with kisses and hatchets. Made a bit in the pools and lost a lot on the dogs. And his best friend did him out of a good job, because he wanted to get married. Three years ago he was a happy corner boy, living like a hog in his dirty little mind. Now he's been stabbed alive. He's seeing things. The old woman of the world has got him. Old mother necessity.