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@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 12:20 PM

#FumettiFriday #MonthOfMonsters "That's enough static outta you, shorty."

[Frankenstein's laboratory: Igor seems to be writhing in agony, Dr. F. is dispassionately twiddling knobs on an electrical control panel, and through it all, the creature sleeps soundly.] Igor: *Yee-oww!!* Dr. Frankenstein: What is it? What's wrong? Igor: Oooh! I just got the worst carpet shock! Dr. F.: Well, if you stopped dragging your feet when you walked, that wouldn't happen. Igor: Oh, thank you, Mr. Scientist Man! I'll be sure to remember your kindness and empathy at the inevitable inquest.
@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 2:52 PM

#Fumetti #MonthOfMonsters Please tell me this isn't the guy they named Hyde Park after.

[Frederic March as Mr. Hyde, shown here in the clinch with the chambermaid (Miriam Hopkins). Director Rouben Mamoulian apparently wanted March to play the scene with a little more feeling.] Chambermaid: Hey, *HEY,* Dr. Grabby-hands, easy with the merchandise! I may be a chambermaid, but this kind of thing is above my pay grade. Mr. Hyde: *Gnah!* Mwah-mwagh *br-r-r-r-r* phfthththp! Chambermaid: Well, why didn't you say so in the first place? You *do* have the soul of a poet, you poor thing.
@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 5:18 PM

#Fumetti #MonthOfMonsters also, robots, aliens, mad scientists ... we constrain multitudes.

[The scene: a scientist's laboratory. A scientist (we assume, he's wearing a white coat) is speaking to a gigantic robot, which is draped in a loose-fitting, shimmery tunic.] Scientist: There. How's the fit now? Robot: Better. Nice and roomy, although I have to say I'm not so crazy about the drape-y shoulders ... Scientist: Trust me, *boychik,* I'm a scientist. Next fall, they'll be lining up around the block for shoulder drapes. Robot: Well, would it be possible to get regular buttons instead of these big-assed staples?
@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 2:05 PM

#Fumetti #MonthOfMonsters

[Dracula is carrying a woman down a dusty flight of stone steps into a cobweb-shrouded dungeon.] Dracula: Originally, this part of the basement was going to be for *my* workshop, but the missus just *had* to have her Pilates studio. And now look at it ... Woman: If you're trying to scare me, you can forget it. I've already seen the upstairs bathroom. Dracula: So sue me. It's the maid's week off.
@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 10:30 PM

#Fumetti #MonthOfMonsters I know, I know ... He may not *look* so monstrous, but it's what's upstairs [taps temple] that counts.

[A stern pharaoh (Boris Karloff, as it happens) is solemnly addressing a young woman who has a dazed expression; she also wears a ceremonial head-dress and a bejeweled harem dress. On the sandstone walls are ancient Egyptian motifs.] Pharaoh: Ah, so you're awake, my dear. The other guests have all gone. Woman: *Oh,* my head. What the hell did you put in that punch? And look at all this graffiti. We're never gonna get the cleaning deposit back. Pharaoh: It's of no concern now. Here, let me help you get that head-dress off ... Woman: Oh, you'd like *that,* wouldn't you? First comes the head-dress, next thing I know my garter belt is hanging from your rear-view mirror! You re-animated Third Dynasty types, you're all the same!
@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 2:40 PM

#FumettiFriday #MonthOfMonsters Say what you want about Hammer Films, they never let a chance for product placement go by.

[A tense scene in burial vault, as a man prepares to pound a wooden stake into the well-upholstered chestal area of a female vampire.] Man: Diedre, I know it's a well-worn cliché, but I want you to know this hurts me more than it hurts you ... and since this is a Hammer film, I shall ruminate for an extra minute or two while the camera lingers on your impressive decollétage. Diedre: Don't do me any favors, you randy little tosser. A stake through me 'eart beats 'avin' to listen to your *pathetic* whinging.
@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 8:58 PM

#Fumetti #MonthOfMonsters

[Black and white image of Dracula and Frankenstein's creature. They are in a cavernous room made of crude stone, and the lighting is harsh ... but this isn't an issue of House Beautiful anyway. Dracula has his hand on the creature's massive chest, as if to say, "Let me me handle it this time."] Dracula: No, let me me handle it this time. The sign quite clearly says "No Soliciting." Frankenstein's Creature: But they're not selling anything. They're Jehovah's Witnesses. Dracula: In that case, they can "witness" me telling them to *piss off!*
@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 1:54 PM

#Fumetti #MonthOfMonsters

[Frankenstein's creature and an attractive brunette converse furtively in a darkened hallway.] AB: Ssh, we can't make a sound. My mom's asleep in the upstairs bedroom. FC: Well, if this is a bad time, I could meet you tomorrow. AB: No can do. I got a big presentation at 10 a.m., and then I'm off to our branch in Dubai. FC: Uh-huh. Maybe someday you'll explain to me why a big deal, jet-setting executive still lives with her mom ...
@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 3:39 PM

#Fumetti #MonthOfMonsters

[Dr. Frankenstein --he of the impressive profile-- and his creation share a glass of wine in the creature's cell. Between them is a table with two candlesticks and a pile of human bones, including a skull.] Dr. F: It's an amusing gewürztraminer the locals make, but it grows on you ... Creature: Mm-hm, mm-hm ... lots of floral accents on the no-- *uh,* I mean, it's got a nicely nuanced bouquet. Dr. F: That's right, go on, mock an old man's proboscis. You weren't the first, and you probably won't be the last.
@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 11:13 PM

#Fumetti #MonthOfMonsters
"We come from different worlds, plus I can photosynthesize my lunch."

[A tender scene in a swamp: the Swamp Thing (right, covered in tendrils and lichen), comforts a dejected young woman (left, scantily clad & dewy). Woman: I don't care what people think, I can't go back to the life of a suburban soccer mom ... ST: But you can't stay here, either. You know how this humidity plays havoc with your hair. Woman: Yeah ... and my fingers and toes do get all prune-y. ST: Skin issues, huh? Cry me a river, why don't you?
@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 2:31 PM

#FumettiFriday #MonthOfMonsters Let the right one in. Please!

[The Wolf Man (AKA Lawrence Talbot) is knocking on the bathroom door while looking over his shoulder.] Wolf Man: Honey? You've been in there for kind of a long time ... I don't know if you noticed, but I've had three beers this evening, and this *is* our only bathroom. Mrs. Talbot: So use the damned fire hydrant again, Mr. "Poor-Me-I-Got-the-Lycanthropy." Wolf Man: Yeah, no can do ... the streetlight's come on, and the Gundersons are sitting out on their front porch.
@6-string-theory.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 7:28 PM

#Fumetti #MonthOfMonsters Are we not mental?

[Black and white image of a man and a woman, both fashionably dressed, with their backs to a stone wall; the man holds a pistol in his hand. Some sort of gigantic man-beast casts a shadow over them and the wall.] Woman: It's a good job you brought that *cute* little handgun to a whacking great monster fight. Man: Oh, you're blaming me? Who had the *brilliant* idea of avoiding detection by wearing *white* evening wear? Woman: Get a grip. No one's going to pay to see a movie called "The Island of Dr. Moreau's Unfashionable Victims." Well, don't just stand there, Einstein. Go on, plink away. Maybe you can get him to be murderous *and* enraged.