“In 1565, twelve years after the death of François Rabelais (1494-1553) — the French Renaissance author best known for his satirical masterpiece The Life of Gargantua and of Pantagruel, the bawdy tale of two giants, Gargantua and his son Pantagruel — the Parisian bookseller and publisher Richard Breton brought out Les songes drolatiques de Pantagruel (The drolatic dreams of Pantagruel). The slim volume, save a short preface from Breton, is made up entirely of images — 120 woodcuts depicting a series of fantastically bizarre and grotesque figures, reminiscent of some of the more inventive and twisted creations of Brueghel or Bosch.”
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“Despite the claims (echoed too in the book’s subtitle), the book’s wonderful images are very unlikely to be the work of Rabelais himself — the attribution probably a clever marketing ploy by Breton. […] The creator of the prints is now widely thought to be François Desprez, a French engraver and illustrator behind two other sets of imaginative designs, similar in style.”
Those prints remind me of Jim Woodring’s stuff.
[Images and commentary from here.]
[Story and image found here.]
[pinned post] Some of you have heard about my sister’s plight. If not, please read this and pass it on. [Update 27 June 2019]
Okay, it’s not an asteroid. I made that up. It’s a frog that was sucked into the upper atmosphere by a hurricane, froze solid, then fell from the sky. It reached a high velocity and embedded itself into concrete pavement.
Okay, I made that up, too. It’s a masonry term called “frogging,” but it applies to concrete finishes as well, and is a sign of good luck.
Okay, I made that up. Those may be my pants, but they’re not my shoes.
[Image found here.]
Okay, they’re not my pants, either.
She entered the zoo enclosure illegally, turned her back on a predator to take a selfie and fortunately survived the attack. The jaguar was held for questioning and released on its own recognizance. Authorities are trying to determine if this was a hate crime as the jaguar is black.
I could retire there as long as it had WIFI and beer. And a nice stereo system with a pool table. Oh, yeah, foosball, too. And beer with WIFI, foosball and beer. And a nice stereo system with a pool table, and beer with WIFI and foosball.
And a toaster. And English muffins with butter.
Yeah. I could retire there.
[Found here.]
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We’re all Fuldkommen Gak now.
Fight Blogslutting. (Psst. Hey, buddy. Got a Buck 4 a Bunk? A dime a day keeps the meerkats away. Cutesy little standy-uppy weasel-lookin' bastards.)
