A lot of fun to grow excitement, affirmation, salutations, greetings and most Felicitous blessings

be bestowed upon the sod house in which you live once again. The smartest man in the world,

the broadcast, takes to the ether here from the intensely confined confines of the nerd-melcomic

bookstore and show them right here on Fabulous Sunset in Holyrock, California, where we're surrounded

by nothing but graphic novels and the intense art which looks like the inside of H.P. Lovecraft's

Budwa here. I don't know who would have wallpaper like this other than Lurch and Galle, yeah,

and Philip Jose Farmer in one of his wildest fantasies. It's a pretty, it's an Alan Moore world here.

What can I tell you? But there seems to be, if I could describe the art behind me to all of you

out there in Prippcastland who are right now tooling down the road in your armored vehicle or hidden

underground in your perpetual fiberglass bunker with nothing but a whole bunch of space food sticks

from the 70s to sustain you. Thank you for the two people who remember space food sticks.

Let me just paint a graphic picture for you, shall I? There's a bleeding black and white skull

leaning toward me that's been eviscerated in half with a flaming book on the top of it and two

hands that are completely disembodied from any arms coming out of what appears to be of a valley

of pudding. That's the kind of artwork we're talking about here. Wait, don't ask the question.

I can already hear before you ask it. Did a man draw it? Of course they did. Of course they did

my darling. You just don't see women's art like this as much as you once did in the old days when

women were men and lived alone in a room and didn't have much contact with the outside world and

there was a steady diet of science fiction and sugary treats and long voyages on the internet

that sometimes ended up on the Peruvian guinea pig page or whatever. There's also one here of a

what appears to be a desiccated rib cage inhaling quite violently while a man holds a knife to the

under part where the sternum would go. And then I think that's a boiling dragon coming out of a

...