I was shocked when I saw this on the NPR site. Story here.
I thought it was a hoax at first. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it’s terribly funny. On the other hand, it really stimulated my imagination. For one thing, I was a little big caffeinated. For another, I’ve been driving this post-apocalyptic groove for about six months now, writing my new pulp fiction serial novel and illustrating it with, shall we say, surreal images. So this fit the bill nicely.
This week, by coincidence, I saw that TOPPS (the bubble gum / baseball card company) had issued a 50th anniversary edition — in book form — of the great graphic novel (epic? tome? reality show?) MARS ATTACKS. I wanted to rush out and buy it, but I’ve been busy doing other stuff, like visiting cardiologists and working and sculpting a female nude from cheese wax.
I’ve always had a thing for monkeys, apes, gorillas, etc. Being a film noir aficionado, I just love it in the movies when the femme fatale says to her man, “Oh, you big ape!” The first time Lois said that to me, I knew I was hers forever.
And finally, this is the most recent graphic I’ve put together for Grave Digger Blues. I’d like to explain the context but I need to take my wife out to a French bistro for our anniversary, so it’ll have to wait. The picture is called BULLFIGHT PANDEMONIUM.
And now this:
More conventional media coverage here.
Now the story can be told. It was a conspiracy. Worse than suspected.