But I photographed it for posterity a while back.
Anonymous artist, I love you.
But I photographed it for posterity a while back.
Anonymous artist, I love you.
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Nov. 8th, 2007 03:35 pmWell, it's another Toys In The Bookstacks, but I think that only the geekiest of geeks (koff*![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gdwessel*koff*scud_o*koff) will find it even vaguely funny.
"Listen, Chinaman, my name is BARON Zemo, not CAPTAIN Ne--oh, just get it over with. Life's not worth living now that Steve's gone..."
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gdwessel*koff*scud_o*koff) will find it even vaguely funny."Listen, Chinaman, my name is BARON Zemo, not CAPTAIN Ne--oh, just get it over with. Life's not worth living now that Steve's gone..."
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Oct. 12th, 2007 03:34 pmI've decided that I'm no longer getting out of the way of bicyclists on the campus sidewalks unless they're going so fast they'll kill me.
You see, there's a bike path.
In addition, there's a road.
You're a vehicle; get the shit onto one or the other. It's the law, jackass.
Hit me and it ain't gonna be good for you. No, I won't start a fight, but I will wait for the cops to come with a ticket for you.
You see, there's a bike path.
In addition, there's a road.
You're a vehicle; get the shit onto one or the other. It's the law, jackass.
Hit me and it ain't gonna be good for you. No, I won't start a fight, but I will wait for the cops to come with a ticket for you.
Okay, yeah, so some lines are crossed...
Sep. 11th, 2007 05:02 pmYes, my children, I'm afraid it's true.
THERE ARE SOME THINGS I WILL NOT EAT.
Case in point.
Please observe the following map:
We shall refer to this as Menudo Location: August 28th.
( And why, my children, would we do that? )
THERE ARE SOME THINGS I WILL NOT EAT.
Case in point.
Please observe the following map:
We shall refer to this as Menudo Location: August 28th.
( And why, my children, would we do that? )
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May. 3rd, 2007 08:47 amOkay, yeah, so I'm really getting into this whole drawing characters for people. I've already got two more that I'm sketching ideas for. Sure, one of them is a made-up character, but it's funny enough that I'm gonna do it. Feel free to add more to the list.
CURRENT LIST OF HEROES / VILLAINS I'VE DRAWN:
Wormwood: Gentleman Corpse for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grafunkel
Howard the Duck forericfmyers
Daleks forhimynameisjamie
I also have some more Five Questions for you later today.
For now, enjoy some big-but-cool old photos from the University of Illinois Library's digitized-book-of-the-week.
( Glimpses of the World's fair. A selection of gems of the White City seen through a camera )
The entirety of the book can be found here.
Smooches,
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CURRENT LIST OF HEROES / VILLAINS I'VE DRAWN:
Wormwood: Gentleman Corpse for
grafunkel Howard the Duck for
ericfmyers Daleks for
himynameisjamie I also have some more Five Questions for you later today.
For now, enjoy some big-but-cool old photos from the University of Illinois Library's digitized-book-of-the-week.
( Glimpses of the World's fair. A selection of gems of the White City seen through a camera )
The entirety of the book can be found here.
Smooches,
b
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Jun. 27th, 2006 02:32 pm
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Apr. 24th, 2006 04:30 pm I live for days like today.
You see, I work at the main library at the University of Illinois, which has over 10 million books. I work in an area where we process and do repairs on books heading to our high-density shelving area. We often find a number of strange things in the books, from ink blotters made by the “Orient Coal” company in 1922, to envelopes full of stamps from the sixties, to a filled-out-but-never-sent subscription card for AMERICAN MAGAZINE dated 1940.
One of the most fascinating finds we’ve ever made was a pristine, string-bound, several page marriage certificate dated 1912. Most interesting was that it was from British Columbia. The certificate was found before I started working here, but I thought to myself, “Why don’t I spend a few minutes trying to track down any family that may still be living?”
I never thought I’d have any use for those bizarre genealogical websites, but on that day I did. I tracked down a distant relative on the East coast, living in one of the Carolinas. He was fascinated by the find, and asked if I could mail it to him.
I took proper care in packaging it, using non-acidic archival boards to guarantee that it wouldn’t get beaten up on the way to him. I later received an e-mail that he had received it and one from another relative who had seen it. Both sent their thanks, but I expected that to be the end of it.
Today I got the surprise of being visited by the youngest son of the couple in the certificate. He and his wife are from a town about 30 minutes from here, and though they rarely make even small trips, they came to visit the man who got a mysterious piece of their family’s history and passed it on.
The couple are in their eighties, and it turns out that the man had never known that much about his father, as he had died when the son was quite young. He said that certainly nobody knew that his parents had been inexplicably married in Canada, since all evidence pointed to their having been in Wisconsin their entire lives—well, except for the fact that the groom's father was born in Bohemia in 1848 and had come through the Port of New York, and had sworn off any allegiances to foreign powers (“particularly to the King of Bohemia ", according to a document they showed me a photostatic copy of) and sworn sole allegiance to the United States of America. Having known nothing about the marriage itself, they certainly didn’t know that it had taken place at the “home of the bride’s parents.”
The couple who came to visit me were as kind and polite as could be, and shared that they had both graduated from the University of Illinois in the same year, after having gotten married their junior years. Indeed, the husband had intentionally fallen ½ credit short of graduation, just so he could be in the same graduating class and ceremony as his wife.
I showed them one floor of the 10 stories of bookstacks (which are, indeed, quite huge), and told them how lucky we considered ourselves for having found such a gem in so many books. The husband got goosbumps and shook my hand for the third time, telling me that he said that he and his family were the lucky ones and thought it was fabulous that the marriage certificate had not only been found, but returned to a family who never knew it existed.
I expressed to them that I work here not just because I love books, or because my coworkers are fabulous, but because every day I touch history, and on some particularly wonderful days...history touches back.
benjamin sTone
You see, I work at the main library at the University of Illinois, which has over 10 million books. I work in an area where we process and do repairs on books heading to our high-density shelving area. We often find a number of strange things in the books, from ink blotters made by the “Orient Coal” company in 1922, to envelopes full of stamps from the sixties, to a filled-out-but-never-sent subscription card for AMERICAN MAGAZINE dated 1940.
One of the most fascinating finds we’ve ever made was a pristine, string-bound, several page marriage certificate dated 1912. Most interesting was that it was from British Columbia. The certificate was found before I started working here, but I thought to myself, “Why don’t I spend a few minutes trying to track down any family that may still be living?”
I never thought I’d have any use for those bizarre genealogical websites, but on that day I did. I tracked down a distant relative on the East coast, living in one of the Carolinas. He was fascinated by the find, and asked if I could mail it to him.
I took proper care in packaging it, using non-acidic archival boards to guarantee that it wouldn’t get beaten up on the way to him. I later received an e-mail that he had received it and one from another relative who had seen it. Both sent their thanks, but I expected that to be the end of it.
Today I got the surprise of being visited by the youngest son of the couple in the certificate. He and his wife are from a town about 30 minutes from here, and though they rarely make even small trips, they came to visit the man who got a mysterious piece of their family’s history and passed it on.
The couple are in their eighties, and it turns out that the man had never known that much about his father, as he had died when the son was quite young. He said that certainly nobody knew that his parents had been inexplicably married in Canada, since all evidence pointed to their having been in Wisconsin their entire lives—well, except for the fact that the groom's father was born in Bohemia in 1848 and had come through the Port of New York, and had sworn off any allegiances to foreign powers (“particularly to the King of Bohemia ", according to a document they showed me a photostatic copy of) and sworn sole allegiance to the United States of America. Having known nothing about the marriage itself, they certainly didn’t know that it had taken place at the “home of the bride’s parents.”
The couple who came to visit me were as kind and polite as could be, and shared that they had both graduated from the University of Illinois in the same year, after having gotten married their junior years. Indeed, the husband had intentionally fallen ½ credit short of graduation, just so he could be in the same graduating class and ceremony as his wife.
I showed them one floor of the 10 stories of bookstacks (which are, indeed, quite huge), and told them how lucky we considered ourselves for having found such a gem in so many books. The husband got goosbumps and shook my hand for the third time, telling me that he said that he and his family were the lucky ones and thought it was fabulous that the marriage certificate had not only been found, but returned to a family who never knew it existed.
I expressed to them that I work here not just because I love books, or because my coworkers are fabulous, but because every day I touch history, and on some particularly wonderful days...history touches back.
benjamin sTone
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Mar. 14th, 2006 03:33 pmFor rude_cutlet:
At the Undergraduate Library at the University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign (fifth largest public library in the nation):
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rude_cutlet:At the Undergraduate Library at the University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign (fifth largest public library in the nation):
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Feb. 20th, 2006 04:47 am"Yes, these are all about me, thanks for asking. What? You wanna start something?"
Aquaman Cooks
Feb. 20th, 2006 04:44 am"You tell anybody about this and I'll gut you like a...oh, fuck off!"
PENG! review
Nov. 14th, 2005 08:31 amYou remember kickball, right? You loved it. And when your foot
connected with that weird, bouncy, red rubber ball, what sound did it
make? Why...I think it went...PENG!
These are a few of my student workers at the University of Illinois library. AND THEY ARE KILLING FOR POSESSION OF PENG!
So, here's the deal. Peng is by Corey Sutherland Lewis the Rey, the MASSIVE, THROBBING BRAIN behind Sharknife. But you haven't read Sharknife, have you? That's because you're kinda backwards. But I forgive you. The question is whether, when you die, Jack Kirby, Osama Tezuka, and the dude who first snorted cocaine will forgive you.
Peng is a "Martial-Arts Encrusted Sports Fable," all about the fast and furious world of competitive kickball, where spectators must take SLO-MOZ pills before the game, becaue the game is so fucking hyperspeed that the human eye cannot follow it. That's right, we're talking mystical powered pitches, freeze-breath moves to stop the ball, and dialogue that will make your inner child wanna drink two liters of Pepsi, eat a whole bag of Cheetoes, and then jump off the room 'cause the mothefucker KNOWS he can fly. Which he can't. But, while he lays quietly in Inner Intensive Care, he can read Peng all he wants. Hell, Sharknife and Scott Pilgrim both make guest appearances.
Grab some of this:
The scene is: the Canadian team, the Dolpheets, are playing the Foot Knux (Our Heroes). The Dolpheets have applied their Super Super Move, the Red Leaf Formation(tm), where all of the team members manipulate the wind, thereby making it all but impossible to tell where the ball is coming from, and how fast. That matters little to Ven Morcada, as he can temporarily shift his point of vision outside his body, to take a "quantum snapshot" of where the ball is really coming from. So he pengs that bad body straight into the head of Kurt, one of the Dolpheets. The Doc checks out the injured player.
ABE BOLSON (Dolpheet): So Doc, when's he gonna get up and play some ball??
DOC: Uh, well...he's got a big nasty face-egg, and if I'm not mistaken, his brain has done a 360 inside of his skull...
(insert two little drawings of brain rotating in skull)
ABE: SO WHAT!!! I lost my arm on the kickball field, and I still played!!
DOC: Medically speaking, that's RAD.
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Seriously, what more do you want out of a comic? It's 6 bucks for 72 page, no ads, and the illustrations are full of fabulous. One of my friends described it as "a scribbly, kinetic version of Naruto, with 50% more AWESOME." And that friend...was ME.
Click On This Image For a FIVE PAGE PREVIEW of PENG...and then buy it. My mom would love it. And my mom introduced me to LOBO and THE TICK.
Now go, my son...leave me...
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With special thanks to, from left to right, Janet, Jennifer, Kevin, Betty, Lucy, and Celina. My student workers could kick your student workers' COLLECTIVE ASS!
PREVIOUS REVIEWS: Steady Beat v.1 by Rivkah, Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life by Bryan Lee O'Malley, The Quitter by Harvey Pekar and Dean Haspiel, and a few movies.
These are a few of my student workers at the University of Illinois library. AND THEY ARE KILLING FOR POSESSION OF PENG!
So, here's the deal. Peng is by Corey Sutherland Lewis the Rey, the MASSIVE, THROBBING BRAIN behind Sharknife. But you haven't read Sharknife, have you? That's because you're kinda backwards. But I forgive you. The question is whether, when you die, Jack Kirby, Osama Tezuka, and the dude who first snorted cocaine will forgive you.
Peng is a "Martial-Arts Encrusted Sports Fable," all about the fast and furious world of competitive kickball, where spectators must take SLO-MOZ pills before the game, becaue the game is so fucking hyperspeed that the human eye cannot follow it. That's right, we're talking mystical powered pitches, freeze-breath moves to stop the ball, and dialogue that will make your inner child wanna drink two liters of Pepsi, eat a whole bag of Cheetoes, and then jump off the room 'cause the mothefucker KNOWS he can fly. Which he can't. But, while he lays quietly in Inner Intensive Care, he can read Peng all he wants. Hell, Sharknife and Scott Pilgrim both make guest appearances.
Grab some of this:
The scene is: the Canadian team, the Dolpheets, are playing the Foot Knux (Our Heroes). The Dolpheets have applied their Super Super Move, the Red Leaf Formation(tm), where all of the team members manipulate the wind, thereby making it all but impossible to tell where the ball is coming from, and how fast. That matters little to Ven Morcada, as he can temporarily shift his point of vision outside his body, to take a "quantum snapshot" of where the ball is really coming from. So he pengs that bad body straight into the head of Kurt, one of the Dolpheets. The Doc checks out the injured player.
ABE BOLSON (Dolpheet): So Doc, when's he gonna get up and play some ball??
DOC: Uh, well...he's got a big nasty face-egg, and if I'm not mistaken, his brain has done a 360 inside of his skull...
(insert two little drawings of brain rotating in skull)
ABE: SO WHAT!!! I lost my arm on the kickball field, and I still played!!
DOC: Medically speaking, that's RAD.
----
Seriously, what more do you want out of a comic? It's 6 bucks for 72 page, no ads, and the illustrations are full of fabulous. One of my friends described it as "a scribbly, kinetic version of Naruto, with 50% more AWESOME." And that friend...was ME.
Click On This Image For a FIVE PAGE PREVIEW of PENG...and then buy it. My mom would love it. And my mom introduced me to LOBO and THE TICK.
Now go, my son...leave me...
b
With special thanks to, from left to right, Janet, Jennifer, Kevin, Betty, Lucy, and Celina. My student workers could kick your student workers' COLLECTIVE ASS!
PREVIOUS REVIEWS: Steady Beat v.1 by Rivkah, Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life by Bryan Lee O'Malley, The Quitter by Harvey Pekar and Dean Haspiel, and a few movies.
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Aug. 12th, 2004 12:00 amI have attached two pictures.
The first -- “New Hand,” – explains why I’ve been posting sporadically lately. It’s all over now, though, and it was – wait for the loving cliché – easily the happiest day of my life so far. Sara G. kicks my ass. The DJ played about 92% music I provided, including “Sugar in the Marmalade,” a shitty Canto-Pop song that makes all of my friends laugh, and Derek Kurth’s acoustic, ballad version of “Baby Got Back.”
The second – “New Job,” – shows some of the things I’ve been able to get recently from my new job. For SIXTEEN WEEKS AT A TIME!!! I get paid to touch books. Somebody likes me.
And now, I work 8:30am to 5pm. I get to have a life again. I get to plan more than a week in advance, for the first time in…maybe four years.
I get to write every day.
I get to read every day.
I have goddamned surround sound for my kung-fu movies.
The Coolest Girl in the World and I walked into the wedding reception to “The Imperial March.”
I got to profess my love to her in my wedding vows, which mentioned Giant Robots.
I am the happiest/luckiest crazy-ass motherfucker on the planet.
benjamin sTone
Who will be back to writing soon, and who has noticed that his Tourette’s is a lot more subdued after quitting his old job…
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Also visible, with a few exceptions, at www.livejournal.com/users/benchilada
The first -- “New Hand,” – explains why I’ve been posting sporadically lately. It’s all over now, though, and it was – wait for the loving cliché – easily the happiest day of my life so far. Sara G. kicks my ass. The DJ played about 92% music I provided, including “Sugar in the Marmalade,” a shitty Canto-Pop song that makes all of my friends laugh, and Derek Kurth’s acoustic, ballad version of “Baby Got Back.”
The second – “New Job,” – shows some of the things I’ve been able to get recently from my new job. For SIXTEEN WEEKS AT A TIME!!! I get paid to touch books. Somebody likes me.
And now, I work 8:30am to 5pm. I get to have a life again. I get to plan more than a week in advance, for the first time in…maybe four years.
I get to write every day.
I get to read every day.
I have goddamned surround sound for my kung-fu movies.
The Coolest Girl in the World and I walked into the wedding reception to “The Imperial March.”
I got to profess my love to her in my wedding vows, which mentioned Giant Robots.
I am the happiest/luckiest crazy-ass motherfucker on the planet.
benjamin sTone
Who will be back to writing soon, and who has noticed that his Tourette’s is a lot more subdued after quitting his old job…
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My hypershort fictions and commentaries go to http://www.yahoogroups.com/groups/compositemolecules
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Also visible, with a few exceptions, at www.livejournal.com/users/benchilada
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Jul. 20th, 2004 04:10 pmJust put in two-weeks notice at my job.
Gonna work at the University of Illinois library.
In two weeks, no more working until 2am on a Saturday night, or coming in at 6am on a Sunday or Monday.
I can *plan* things that I want to do again….more than 5 days in advance.
And I’ll have about a week off between jobs to focus on wedding finalities.
I will use my job at the library to get my foot in the door at the Masters program for Library and Information Sciences, which the U of I has the best in the nation of.
And then I will keep writing.
And I will graduate, and become a librarian and writer and I will be so happy, and Sara G. will be happy, because whenever I’m happy I do my damnedest to make her even happier.
I’m stupid in love and I’m getting a new job and I’m getting married and I haven’t written any fiction for you in weeks.
Fucking whoops.
benjamin sTone
Soon to be Mrs.
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compositemolecules@yahoogroups.com is where my hypershort fictions (and commentaries) go
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Also visible, with a few exceptions, at www.livejournal.com/users/benchilada
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Gonna work at the University of Illinois library.
In two weeks, no more working until 2am on a Saturday night, or coming in at 6am on a Sunday or Monday.
I can *plan* things that I want to do again….more than 5 days in advance.
And I’ll have about a week off between jobs to focus on wedding finalities.
I will use my job at the library to get my foot in the door at the Masters program for Library and Information Sciences, which the U of I has the best in the nation of.
And then I will keep writing.
And I will graduate, and become a librarian and writer and I will be so happy, and Sara G. will be happy, because whenever I’m happy I do my damnedest to make her even happier.
I’m stupid in love and I’m getting a new job and I’m getting married and I haven’t written any fiction for you in weeks.
Fucking whoops.
benjamin sTone
Soon to be Mrs.
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compositemolecules@yahoogroups.com is where my hypershort fictions (and commentaries) go
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Also visible, with a few exceptions, at www.livejournal.com/users/benchilada
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