Randy Meeks
@imrandymeeks.bsky.social
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"Do you need ChatGPT to fuck your wife?" and "Should we invite Bella Hadid?" sound the same in my head
Should I re-read Black Hole while I'm at it. And what few Daniel Clowes books I have. To further lift my spirits.
I remembered I have an old-ish Fantagraphics-adjacent comic anthology, and I'm drowning in white gen X ennui.
It’s hilarious to me that dudes are like “I need to be roided out and 6’3’’ for women to want me” when in my experience most women want to fuck astarion baldur’s gate or that Tim Curry oil slick guy from fern gully
I mean turning Odysseus into a sort of endearing dumbass has to count as a fresh take on the character right
James Gray would have 100% killed the "Men will go to Troy (space, jungle, Russian mafia) instead of going to therapy to learn the most basic things about the world around them" take on The Odyssey.
I think the only famous people I ever saw in a dream were Adore Delano and Ed Zitron. Which actually kinda says enough about my interests.
Anyways I'm taking August off, no new art is to be expected until September
Frost Children's Tweaker Poem has far more happy hardcore breaks than I expected, which is about zero. 10/10 album. www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qr7...
Did Missi Pyle and World of Wonder never cross paths before Stop That Train? That sounds wrong.
Uuuuuugh I don't wanna watch a Taylor Sheridan show but now I legally have to uuuugh
Oh wait the handle is not wrong that's what my blogspot is still called everything's forgiven lol
So a credit in a small font with a wrong handle without asking for my permission is all you fuckers gonna do huh? Lovely eaglela.com/events/holly...
Making my own fun describing Odysseus' helmet as anachronistic but paying no mind to his fanny pack
Operation Taco Gary's eats Disclosure Day's lunch like it's no big deal
Disclosure Day should have been about the house duo Disclosure having a day
Disclosure Day could have been made a thousand times better if Spielberg handed the third act over to somebody way more cynical and mean. Like, just let the alien blow everyone up live on the air, Mars Attacks style. Have tiktokers stitch Emily Blunt's clucking. Bring back the pianos. Live a little.