AN EPIC SHANNON PRODUCTION
(27bslash6.com/missy.html) This is the kind of heartwarming tale that only the Interwebs can tell. In his blog 27B/6 (watch Terry Gilliam’s Brazil to get the reference), David Thorne relates the story of his efforts to track down a missing cat through a series of exquisitely designed, yet thoroughly useless posters. (My favorite bit is when the owner of the cat pleads with Thorne to make a poster “that just says ‘lost,’” and he provides her with a flier based on a recently ended television show about a downed passenger jet. Careful what you wish for.) Also on 27B/6: Thorne’s hilarious attempts to pay an overdue account with a drawing of a spider.
TWEETINGS WILL CONTINUE UNTIL MORALE IMPROVES
(twitter.com/God_Damn_Batman) I have never met The Batman, have never worked with The Batman—so I can’t say for certain if God Damn Batman is actually The Batman’s Twitter account. I have to say, though—it feels like the words of The Batman. Recent Tweets: “Yeah, my parents are dead. What’s that you were saying about hating Mondays?” “The Batman does not barbecue, he FORGES meat in the fires of JUSTICE.” And he even delivers a message of love to another misunderstood public figure: “If LeBron James turned his back on Gotham like he did Cleveland, he’d be playing basketball from the spinal ward.” Slam-dunk.
WHAT, NO FLAMES?
(wrongsideoftheart.com) The modern movie poster is an ugly, joyless thing—a rippling background of teal flames with Matt Damon’s’ disembodied head floating over them like a bad dream. But it wasn’t always like this. Back in the day, movie posters were created by illustrators (as opposed to an Adobe program called Illustrator), and while they weren’t always fine art, you could at least discern one from the next and everyone kept their heads. The Wrong Side of the Art blog presents several of these hand-drawn masterworks daily, many of them from 1970s exploitation, horror and porno flicks—those places where Matt Damon, brave as he is, would fear to tread.