Sunday, October 26, 2014

Sunday morning toons: This is a Zellweger-free zone

And, for that matter, a Lewinsky-free zone. And it was almost a Bristol-free zone, until Mike Luckovich got his shot in.

Today's toons were selected after a 21-day quarantine from the week's offerings at McClatchy DC, Cartoon Movement, Go Comics, Politico's Cartoon Gallery, Daryl Cagle's Political Cartoons, About.com, The Nib, and other fine sources of cartoon goodness.


p3 Best of Show: Joel Pett.

p3 Award for Best Adaptation From Another Medium: Mike Keefe.

p3 Dismal Failures Award (for taking the same pretty obvious idea and beating it like a rented mule): Robert Arial, Steve Benson, Bob Gorell, Michael Ramirez, and Bob Englehart.


Ann Telnaes sees a pretty broad target.


Mark Fiore introduces the newest political celebrity. Is this what it takes to edge out the Palin clan?


Tom Tomorrow proves that twenty-five years of The Simpsons has got nothing on American right-wingers.


Keith Knight celebrates a two-hit wonder. ("Hit." See what he did there? Heh.)


We're not sure why Tom the Dancing Bug has a bug up his butt about Boston this week, but he clearly does.


Red Meat's Karen inexplicably rebuffs the sympathetic overtures of Milkman Dan.


The Comic Strip Curmudgeon imagines Dick Tracy as Cary Grant in a Frank Capra classic. And it could be the only known pairing of Tracy and Peter Lorre.


Comic Strip of the Day didn't find the Keene/Ferguson comparisons as amusing as I did.


The Haunted House: Here's a pre-Halloween treat: "The Haunted House" was directed in 1929 by Walt Disney (who also did the uncredited voice work), and features music by Carl W. Stalling, before he joined Warner Bros and took his rightful place among the p3 Pantheon of Gods. "Haunted House" came out about one year after the game-changer "Steamboat Willie;" about a dozen Mickey Mouse shorts with sound came in the interval.



The Big, And Getting Bigger Since We Threw Out The Rulebook and Welcomed Back The Departed, Oregon Toon Block:

Ex-Oregonian Jack Ohman takes a shot at a big target.

Theoretically Ex-Oregonian Jen Sorensen has what we like to call an interesting hypothetical.

Matt Bors takes it to the next logical – yet vaguely creepy – level.

Jesse Springer repurposes the punchline of an old joke: There are just some things even a rat won't do.



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Saturday, October 25, 2014

Saturday morning tunes: The rain must never fall 'til after sundown

Ah, if only it worked that way in these parts.

I could have gone with AC/DC, who released "You Shook Me All Night Long" on this date in 1980, but I decided instead to go with this, by Richard Harris, who died on this date in 2002, and who was King of England before he was Headmaster of Hogwarts.



Thursday, October 23, 2014

Let me hear you howl

Talking to my friend Wendy this morning, I found myself telling part of the story about Tiller, a german shepherd who lived next door to me when I lived in downtown Philadelphia off 20th and Chestnut, a lot of years ago. Tiller lived with two Siamese cats, an iguana, and his two humans, Dave and Enid.

Tiller used to howl when I played the guitar, so I wrote this piece of twelve-bar blues for him:
Howlin' Dog Blues (Tiller's Blues)

Got the howlin' blues, baby, got me howlin' like a dog.
Yeah, got them howlin' blues, sugar, you got me howlin' like a dog.
Poundin' whiskies until sundown, then I'm howlin' all night long.

(All right, let's howl)
Aa-wroooooooooooooo . . . !
Aa-wroooooooooooooo . . . !

You may have heard it; we released it on our own label in 1982. Got some local play.

Tiller and I did the clubs around town for a while, but we both knew we were headed in different directions. We played one last gig together for a charity in late 1983, and that was it. Guess we kind of drifted out of touch after that.

Last I heard about him was several years ago – a friend told me he was still doing openers as "Blind Kibble" Tiller.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Sunday morning toons: Americans are the worst risk assessors in the world

One-millionth of one percent of the population of the US (that's 0.000001%, or 3 people out of 300,000,000) have contracted ebola. It doesn't mean we're not sympathetic if we ask: Do we need to go through the list of things that are killing off more of us, faster, in plain sight, that we're paying almost no attention to?

When will Senator John McCain go on the Sunday talk shows and call for a Diabetes Czar?

When will Senator Lindsey Graham declare heart disease an existential threat to this great nation?

When will Senator Ted Cruz threaten to shut down the government if the federal budget doesn't cover flu shots for everyone of age?

When will Fox News excoriate President Obama for not doing enough to bring down the number of handgun deaths in America?

Oh, and to change subjects and recycle an old joke – almost as if it were discovered after thirty years in a bunker in the desert – of course we knew about the chemical weapons cached in area now controlled by ISIS. We kept the receipts.

Today's toons were selected by hiding in the closet and shouting, "I don't care – just pick something!" from the week's offerings at McClatchy DC, Cartoon Movement, Go Comics, Politico's Cartoon Gallery, Daryl Cagle's Political Cartoons, About.com, The Nib, and other fine sources of toony goodness.


p3 Best of Show: Steve Benson.

p3 Legion of Merit: Stuart Carlson.

p3 Award of Demerit for Mainstreaming the Dinesh D'Souza Idiocy: Michael Ramirez.

p3 Medal for Making the Fundamentals of Economics Sound Like a Cole Porter Song: Joe Heller.

p3 World Toon Review: Patrick Chappatte (Switzerland), Brandan Reynolds (South Africa), Doaa Eladl (Egypt), and Paresh Nath (India).


Ann Telnaes continues this week's theme: Poor risk assessment.


Mark Fiore brings to mind an interesting parallel: The off-track and largely dishonest panic over the infinitesimal occurance of voter fraud in the US, versus the off-track and largely dishonest panic over the infinitesimal appearance of ebola in the US.


Taiwan's Next Media Animation blah


Tom Tomorrow presents the ultimate metaphysical dilemma: What happens when an immovable contrarian force is met by an irresistible contrarian object?


Keith Knight reflects upon the odd reactions to low expectations.


Tom the Dancing Bug nicely captures the problem of intent – if that is in fact what he meant to do. Hm.


Red Meat's Bug-eyed Earl has . . . oh, this is too creepy for a coy summary here. Just go see.


The Comic Strip Curmudgeon mourns the days before ambient, targetless rage.


Comic Strip of the Day mourns the days when evil was at least honest about its evilness. Reminds me of this line: "I kinda have to tip my hat to any entity that can bring so much integrity to evil." Or this line, which I haven't been able to document, so I'll have to do my best from memory: "Oh yeah, all the generals are corrupt down here. At least this one doesn't make any bones about it."


Cat Nap Pluto was directed in 1948 by Charles Nichols from a story by Eric Gurney, with uncredited voice work by Oregon's own Pinto Colvig (as Pluto, although p3 regulars may remember he also voiced Goofy, and Bluto for Fleischer Studios, plus the cat in Tex Avery's one-of-a-kind "King-Size Canary" in 1947 for MGM) and Clarence Nash (as Figaro the cat, who was doing side work after his 1940 role in Disney's "Pinocchio.")




The Big, And Getting Bigger Since We Threw Out The Rulebook andWelcomed Back The Departed, Oregon Toon Block:

Ex-Oregonian Jack Ohman wakes up in a new country.

Theoretically Ex-Oregonian Jen Sorensen (who was recently photographed sitting in Charles Schultz's work chair) looks at the America of the Future.

Matt Bors shows how good news is born.

Jesse Springer wonders who's got Governor Kitzhaber's back.



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Saturday, October 18, 2014

Saturday afternoon tunes: Whatever you want to do is all right with me

No word on whether that line was meant to include attacking him in his bathtub with a popular regional side dish, which happened to Al Green forty years ago today. An ex-girlfriend burst into the bathroom, poured scalding-hot grits on his back, then went to another room and killed herself with Green's gun. All of which put the singer through some changes, as it might anyone.


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Sunday morning toons: The Grand Unified Theory of ISIS-Ebola-Benghazi-Immigrants

At least that's where things seem to be headed.

Today's toons were selected with loving care from the week's offerings at McClatchy DC, Cartoon Movement, Go Comics, Politico's Cartoon Gallery, Daryl Cagle's Political Cartoons, About.com, and other fine sources of toony goodness.


p3 Best of Show: Clay Jones.

p3 Legion of Merit: Ben Sargent.

p3 Award for Best Adaptation from Another Medium: Scott Stantis.

p3 "Ripped from the Headlines" Award: Darrin Bell. (And here's the headline.)

p3 World Toon Review: Keven Kallaugher (England), Paresh Nath (India), Martyn Turner (Ireland), and Petar Pismestrovic (Austria).


Ann Telnaes looks at the whole concept of taking one for the team.


Mark Fiore is feeling understandably Shell-shocked.


Tom Tomorrow presents one of the most depressing cartoons I've read in quite a long while.


Keith Knight looks at the upside of the loss of half the earth's wildlife in less than 50 years.


Tom the Dancing Bug looks at the odds.


Red Meat finds something disturbing going on at the Johnson house, and for once it isn't Ted or his son. I've always wondered about the never-seen Mrs. Johnson.


The Comic Strip Curmudgeon sometimes makes you wonder what comics you've been reading: His takeaway from "The Better Half" is "Suicide is a revolutionary act!"


Comic Strip of the Day reflects on the value of suspicious minds, and features a couple of images by artists I grew up on, although you might not immediately associate with political cartooning today.


Arf, arf! There ain't no ghosks! Let's investitate! "Shiver Me Timbers!" was the 12th Popeye theatrical short. Directed by Dave Fleischer and released in 1934, with animation by Willard Bowsky and Willard Sturm, it also features uncredited work by animator David Tendlar, music director Sammy Timberg, plus William Costello (Popeye) and Mae Questel (The Slender One). I was a little surprised to see Questel's credit, since Olive sounds very un-Olivey in this one. Same with J. Wellington Wimpy, who has the timing but not the strange, vaguely mid-Atlantic accent he's usually given. During the 1930s, Wimpy was usually voiced by music director Lou Fleischer. A colorized version of "Shiver Me Timbers" was created a few years later, but we're bringing you the original, in glorious monochrome. Notice to patrons: No one will be seated during the bizarre three-way torture scene.




The Big, and Getting Bigger Since We Rewrote the Rules and Welcomed Back yhe Departed, Oregon Toon Block:

Ex-Oregonian Jack Ohman warns us of a menace taking to the air.

Allegedly Ex-Oregonian Jen Sorensen looks at the future of early voting.

Matt Bors has good news: Here comes the media.


Jesse Springer looks at a neglected side of the GMO debate. (Here at p3, by the way, we're much more concerned about the immediate implications of genetic information as intellectual property for organic farmers and subsistence farmers, compared to long-term health hazards of eating the stuff, but that's just how we roll.)



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Saturday, October 11, 2014

Saturday evening tunes: But it really gets bad, 'round midnight

Yesterday would have been Thelonious Monk's 97th birthday.

I once compared his inimitable piano style to the drunken kung fu master. Here he is with Gerry Mulligan on sax, playing his "'Round Midnight," listed as the most-recorded jazz standard composed by a jazz musician.

This tune should always be listened to after the sun sets, never before.