* B.P.R.D. was the best ongoing superhero comic of the 2000s, and hey, the teens are young yet but the bar’s pretty high. With that in mind here are two terrific B.P.R.D.-related links: a great Tucker Stone review that makes the case that the book is the best there is at what serialized super-person storytelling is supposed to do, and an interview with artist Guy Davis focusing on his stunning, troubling monster designs. The art selected for both is out of control, too. (Via Dirk Deppey and Aeron Alfrey.)
* Recently on Robot 6: Conan O’Brien does Chris Ware, a billion artists submit cool pieces for charity, and Brendan McCarthy shows his stuff.
* The House Next Door has a new address! It’s now attached to Slant Magazine.
* Skimming Tom Spurgeon’s review of James Sturm’s Market Day makes it seem mightily depressing, which means I’ll have to read it.
* Wow, I guess I need to go see Hausu.
* Jonah Weiland, you wily man–what a great idea to interview the guy who drew that “I’M WITH COCO” image.
* Yep, that’s pretty much how I figured Theo Ellsworth spent his spare time.
* Chris Sims inflicts Jeph Loeb’s Ultimatum upon himself.
* 26 G.I. Joe Codenames That Are Almost Certainly Sexual Euphemisms. I laughed harder than I probably ought’ve. Tunnel Rat, man. Backblast!
* That of course reminded me of the greatest David Letterman Top 10 List of all time, Top 10 Body Parts and/or Van Pattens. Oh man, get ready to waste some time and laugh your ass off at that link. Top 10 Words That Almost Rhyme with ‘Peas,’ man.
* I’d like to leave you for the weekend with this video of Leighton Meester lounging around in her underwear. The reason I like it–well, the other reason–is that the video uses the song “Clean Coloured Wire” by Engineers, which you might have spotted in my Best of 2009 mixes below. The song is based on a sample of a song called “Watussi” by the Krautrock-ambient supergroup Harmonia, the vocal melody is a snatch of “Come In Alone” by shoegaze titans My Bloody Valentine, and the vocals are delivered with the prime blissed-out head-music style of the really good early Dandy Warhols albums or something like that. It’s music of epic, sexy mystery. So using it as a soundtrack to watching Leighton Meester strut around in lingerie makes seeing Leighton Meester strut around in lingerie seem like the most awesome thing ever, akin to, I don’t know, entering the Stargate or discovering a hidden city of extradimensional gods on the Moon. If this is the song that comes to mind when people picture you in your underwear, you’re in pretty good shape.
That track’s pedigree is unquestionable, but it makes me act like that Basement Jaxx track with the Gary Numan track makes you act.
Maybe if I stop hyperventilating, I’ll change my mind about it, but I don’t think so.
I hear ya. The sum total tips into the kind of music I enjoy anyway though. Straight ’98.