Discuss Scott McCloud's current online comic project. Be sure to check out <a href="http://www.scottmccloud.com/comics/mi/mi.html">the latest improv</a>!
The comment on Scott's page today disturbed something in the recesses of my mind:
Scott McCloud wrote:Anyway, hold tight. I'll be done with this one soon enough and we'll move on to weird, mostly harmless comics about kittens and/or minor appliances.
Greg Stephens wrote:Is it something essentially McCloudian that kittens must follow controversy?
When he wrote this here:
Anyway, hold tight. I'll be done with this one soon enough and we'll move on to weird, mostly harmless comics about kittens and/or minor appliances.
I am pretty sure he was being sarcastic and as a revenge we will see a very demented, brutal or in any other way sarcastic counterbacklash in the form of an unorthodox kitten-comic / minor appliances-comic that will make up for the ridiculous notions implied in the hate mail he got sent.
It's a shame how many of the links in those posts either don't work or don't take me to the specific destination that the post was talking about, but it's really interesting to read some of the history of Scott's site that i missed out on a few years ago.
"A Bucket full of kittens" sounds like it should precede "got lowered into a well." Hmm....
A bucket full of kittens,
Got lowered into a well.
"Please don't drown us.
"We don't want to go to hell!"
The kitties cried out,
But to no avail.
Down, down, down they went;
Poor Kittens in a pail.
Da, da, da,
Dee, dee, dee,
and whatever the hell else you wanna put in dere!
"Park the beers, and grab the smiles. It's flight time." - LtCdr. J. Robert "Bobby" Stone, USN (R.I.P.)
A bucket-full of kittens,
Were thrown into the river.
A hungry grizzly scooped one out,
And feasted on its liver.
The kittens that were left cried out,
"Oh no, that was horrific!"
I'll bet you didn't know, in fact, that kittens taste terrific.
A bucket full of kittens,
Not sure of their fate,
Cried "What will happen to us?
"How long must we wait?
"We can't take the suspense!",
The kitties cried out loud!
Kind of like waiting for the end
Of a Morning Improv by Scott McCloud.
"Park the beers, and grab the smiles. It's flight time." - LtCdr. J. Robert "Bobby" Stone, USN (R.I.P.)
A bucket-full of kittens
Were forced into a blender
along with Jell-o, jam and beer
to make the dish more tender.
The AHA* were shocked to hear
of kittens getting hurt
So soon the tv-chef in charge was served his "just dessert".
A bucket full of kittens
was feeling way too warm
So setting their bucket near a fan
was really quite the norm.
The bucket then began to tip
alas, it was not stable
The kittens were soon knocked aside
when someone bumped the table.
It was then that the problems started
and the kittens hit the blades
Sending blood and guts and fur
across the room in spades.
Christopher Lundgren wrote:Hey, Scott mentioned me by name in the log. Now I can relax, assured of my place in Valhalla among the honored dead.
Yeah, and Scott said your poem was better than mine
Well, I won't let my ego get in the way of the truth. Scott was probably right. I'm not exactly gonna go around calling myself the Bard of The Bronx
"Park the beers, and grab the smiles. It's flight time." - LtCdr. J. Robert "Bobby" Stone, USN (R.I.P.)
A bucket full of kittens
Was thrown into the street
One ran into a taxi
And found itself road meat
The next unfortunate feline
Whose steps couldn't have been truer
Found an open manhole
And fell into the sewer
And all the kittens died this way
To prove a simple point
If you don't die on the street
You die in the joint
Return of the Walrus and the Carpenter:
-Veleno Sangue
A bucket full of Kittens,
The Walrus came across,
The Carpenter was depressed:
He was feeling at a loss.
The walrus thought the kittens might
be good in a meat sauce.
The Walrus said unto the kittens,
"Come with us to our cloister,"
But, "We know," the Kittens said,
"what happened to the Oysters!"
The walrus much wanted to try their meat:
he thought it would be moister.
The Kittens meowed with all their might
and tried to run away.
But being in a bucket,
they all were forced to stay.
Of course the Walrus noticed,
and took them right away.
Back in their home, the carpenter
was putting away a halter,
Awaiting the return,
of his non-romantic life partner,
and his name, as it turns out
is Matthew Henery Gartner.
And when the Walrus did return,
he was looked right in the eye,
Then the Carpenter, to his dismay,
then begain to cry.
"If we eat kittens yet again,
I think that I may die."
The walrus blinked and then admitted
he tired of the monotony.
Though they have such tasty flesh
it really should be plain to see,
that if one eats the same food every day,
one may want a lomobomy.
And though one might not be sure
that kittens taste this way,
there is a point, my dear dear friends;
one thing that I must say:
It is can be quite a foolish wish
to want one's favorite every day.
(Obviously this strays from Lewis Carroll's style, but i tried to stay close to the rhyming scheme he used. Oh, well. Parody's aren't always perfect.)
Last edited by Veleno on Wed Dec 31, 2003 1:42 am, edited 2 times in total.