Watching “Munster, Go Home!” on MeTV / Svengoolie and my son says to me “you know, Terry Thomas would’ve made a great Prankster.”

The teen’s asked to watch Ghostbusters, so here we go.

Lois makes a call to Congress.

Always stop the scroll to see what new pieces you’re working on or what older ones you’re spotlighting again. Pre-ordered “He Buttles” and can’t wait to have it hanging on the wall.

First of the Four Cyclists of the Apocalypse.

Be kind. Make things with your hands. Something. Anything. Make a fucking sandwich. Read a book. Listen to a record from start to finish. Literally anything at all that puts us closer to tipping the scale back toward humanity. It sounds trite, but what else is there?

Someone went by me on a motorized unicycle today. That’s a first for me.

Gary Busey, put that apron away.

Workers of Metropolis are fed up.

"And these are the people who make the dreams..." IMMEDIATELY ZOOMS IN ON HALF-ASLEEP STAFFORD REPP.

Monkee vs. Machine (1966)

“That’s no moon…”

Mail call! Complete with E. Nelson Bridwell and Mort Weisinger trading cards.

So weird being at a stage of life where all the places I liked to go have now been turned into car dealerships, car washes, or parking lots.

September 30 / October 1