Mark Evanier has a problem with people stealing Mel Torme from him. I think i'm gonna do it, too.
Probably no surprise that i'm doing it different than most. I'm not stealing his marvelous Xmas Mel tale, i'm stealing his Mushroom Soup. And Mel.
You see, when Mark gets too busy to blog, he throws up a mushroom soup graphic. When i'm here but having trouble posting, i think ol' Mel is going to be my signal.
Likely i'm not too busy to post. More probably it's a matter of not being able to communicate, or being unable to gather mental traction, or simply brooding. As a Hermit, as an Artist, as an American without an America... I'm way behind in my contractually obligated brooding.
Maybe next time we see Mel, i'll catch up on some of that here. For now, i've been scraping off the past couple days and starting to prep a return of L.B. Cole; and not the Funny Animals this time.
Hmm...
Actually, it might be the first for L.B. Cole here rather than the 1940s Funny Animalphabet.
So we're overdue.
Anyway... When you see Mel, you know i'm still alive and here, just not ... Here.
It's MEL! (No, i didn't steal it from ME. Mine's better)