Two weeks ago I did the piece above at Bill Stout's place. I'm trying to get back into actually "drawing" things again (though this is obviously pastels), after taking a number of months off.
Adventure Comics #358 (On Sale: May 31, 1967) has a great Curt Swan/George Klein cover. The design of this thing is so out of character for Swan; looks more like something you would see in the next few months from Neal Adams. I really wonder about this cover.Dear Barry;A mermaid? Not even close to our concept, but prettty creepy none the less.
Love your blog, but I think you should know that there was (is?) a porn film titled "Gums", made around the time you were thinking about it..... I picked this thing up on videotape around 1979, 1980 while living in Europe and if you can track down a copy of it it's definitely worth one viewing..... bizarre and surreal in a stupid way, it's about a mermaid..... but with Brother Theodore and an assortment of horney puppets added to the live action it's a truly bizarre experience ... I sold my copy to a friend (I don't know, should you do things like that to friends ??) shortly after I bought it... it was just too strange.....
... and oddly enough it did play the Pussycat Theatres in southern California... back when the San Diego Comic-Con was in a school gym.
Gums (1976)
Gravesdale.
This week one of the cable channels was doing an "All Jaws" Weekend. I started to watch the original, when my wife informed me that it scared the shit out of her and to turn it off. I reluctantly did, but it got me to thinking about a movie my friend Burt Griswold and I dreamed up in 1975 after seeing Jaws. Let me tell you about it...
So you've ousted your chief programming executive Kevin Reilly only three months after giving him a new three-year contract. Smooth move. That will sure engender a feeling of confidence to the ol' Peacock Network.I'll take "Possibly Embarrassing Moments" for 1,000 Alex!What I found strange was my wife's response to the same story when I told it last night in front of a couple of her friends. She was embarrassed by it, something that happened a good seven or eight years before we met.
I remember seeing Star Wars for the first time with a bunch of friends at the Avco Cinema in Westwood on an absolutely gigantic screen with about 2,000 other people. When it was over and I stood up there was this huge wet spot between my legs. To this day I don't know if I spilt my coke or had a different type of accident.
Granatelli stuck STP stickers on every flat surface he could find. A lot of those flat surfaces were the bodies of race cars. Granatelli wasn't satisfied to just sponsor cars though, he was a revolutionary kind of guy and he wanted to change the face of racing, so he had his own cars built. Never a man to do anything half-ass, Granatelli had Indy cars built, Indy cars with turbine jet engines.
I talked earlier about my unhappiness with CBS cancelling Jericho. I appear to not be the only one unhappy, as a grass-roots effort to get CBS to change its mind is in full swing. In the final episode Jake Green (Skeet Ulrich) used the historic phrase "Nuts" in response to a final offer of surrender from a hostile neighboring city of New Bern. Fans are borrowing that phrase as well and sending nuts to CBS executives in a sign of their displeasure with the cancellation.
Green Lantern #54 (On Sale: May 25, 1967) features wild Gil Kane and Murphy Anderson cover. Nothing frightens small children as much as a guy in an iron lung!
I remember when I was a child and my whole family would go to Yosemite for vacation. We would not spend the whole vacation there; we would split our time between Yosemite and Sequoia or King's Canyon; California is a treasure trove of National Parks. I remember long hikes and beautiful waterfalls, but most of all, I remember the Firefall at night. For 88 years during the summer they would build a bonfire on the edge of Glacier Point and after the sun set, it would be slowly pushed off the cliff, creating what looked like a waterfall made of pure fire. As a child I was captivated by the magical sight.
Well, sort of. Last night my wife and I are in bed reading, when I feel the earth move. No, not the kind of "feel the earth move" one would hope for when in bed with a member of the opposite sex; the kind where you literally feel the earth move. As it is happening I ask my wife, "Do you feel that?"This is, in fact, a comment about… betrayal.
Few men or women elected in our history-whether executive or legislative, state or national-have been sent into office with a mandate more obvious, nor instructions more clear: Get us out of Iraq.
Yet after six months of preparation and execution-half a year gathering the strands of public support; translating into action, the collective will of the nearly 70 percent of Americans who reject this War of Lies, the Democrats have managed only this:
* The Democratic leadership has surrendered to a president-if not the worst president, then easily the most selfish, in our history-who happily blackmails his own people, and uses his own military personnel as hostages to his asinine demand, that the Democrats "give the troops their money";
* The Democratic leadership has agreed to finance the deaths of Americans in a war that has only reduced the security of Americans;
* The Democratic leadership has given Mr. Bush all that he wanted, with the only caveat being, not merely meaningless symbolism about benchmarks for the Iraqi government, but optional meaningless symbolism about benchmarks for the Iraqi government.
* The Democratic leadership has, in sum, claimed a compromise with the Administration, in which the only things truly compromised, are the trust of the voters, the ethics of the Democrats, and the lives of our brave, and doomed, friends, and family, in Iraq.
You, the men and women elected with the simplest of directions-Stop The War-have traded your strength, your bargaining position, and the uniform support of those who elected you… for a handful of magic beans.
You may trot out every political cliché from the soft-soap, inside-the-beltway dictionary of boilerplate sound bites, about how this is the "beginning of the end" of Mr. Bush's "carte blanche" in Iraq, about how this is a "first step."
Well, Senator Reid, the only end at its beginning… is our collective hope that you and your colleagues would do what is right, what is essential, what you were each elected and re-elected to do.
Because this "first step"… is a step right off a cliff.
And this President!
How shameful it would be to watch an adult hold his breath, and threaten to continue to do so, until he turned blue.
But how horrifying it is to watch a President hold his breath and threaten to continue to do so, until innocent and patriotic Americans in harm's way, are bled white.
You lead this country, sir?
You claim to defend it?
And yet when faced with the prospect of someone calling you on your stubbornness–your stubbornness which has cost 3,431 Americans their lives and thousands more their limbs–you, Mr. Bush, imply that if the Democrats don't give you the money and give it to you entirely on your terms, the troops in Iraq will be stranded, or forced to serve longer, or have to throw bullets at the enemy with their bare hands.
How transcendentally, how historically, pathetic.
Any other president from any other moment in the panorama of our history would have, at the outset of this tawdry game of political chicken, declared that no matter what the other political side did, he would insure personally-first, last and always-that the troops would not suffer.
A President, Mr. Bush, uses the carte blanche he has already, not to manipulate an overlap of arriving and departing brigades into a ‘second surge,' but to say in unequivocal terms that if it takes every last dime of the monies already allocated, if it takes reneging on government contracts with Halliburton, he will make sure the troops are safe-even if the only safety to be found, is in getting them the hell out of there.
Well, any true President would have done that, sir.
You instead, used our troops as political pawns, then blamed the Democrats when you did so.
Not that these Democrats, who had this country's support and sympathy up until 48 hours ago, have not since earned all the blame they can carry home.
"We seem to be very near the bleak choice between war and shame," Winston Churchill wrote to Lord Moyne in the days after the British signed the Munich accords with Germany in 1938. "My feeling is that we shall choose shame, and then have war thrown in, a little later…"
That's what this is for the Democrats, isn't it?
Their "Neville Chamberlain moment" before the Second World War. All that's missing is the landing at the airport, with the blinkered leader waving a piece of paper which he naively thought would guarantee "peace in our time," but which his opponent would ignore with deceit.
The Democrats have merely streamlined the process.
Their piece of paper already says Mr. Bush can ignore it, with impunity.
And where are the Democratic presidential hopefuls this evening? See they not, that to which the Senate and House leadership has blinded itself?
Judging these candidates based on how they voted on the original Iraq authorization, or waiting for apologies for those votes, is ancient history now.
The Democratic nomination is likely to be decided… tomorrow.
The talk of practical politics, the buying into of the President's dishonest construction "fund-the-troops-or-they-will-be-in-jeopardy," the promise of tougher action in September, is falling not on deaf ears, but rather falling on Americans who already told you what to do, and now perceive your ears as closed to practical politics.
Those who seek the Democratic nomination need to-for their own political futures and, with a thousand times more solemnity and importance, for the individual futures of our troops-denounce this betrayal, vote against it, and, if need be, unseat Majority Leader Reid and Speaker Pelosi if they continue down this path of guilty, fatal acquiescence to the tragically misguided will of a monomaniacal president.
For, ultimately, at this hour, the entire government has failed us.
* Mr. Reid, Mr. Hoyer, and the other Democrats… have failed us. They negotiated away that which they did not own, but had only been entrusted by us to protect: our collective will as the citizens of this country, that this brazen War of Lies be ended as rapidly and safely as possible.
* Mr. Bush and his government… have failed us. They have behaved venomously and without dignity-of course.
That is all at which Mr. Bush is gifted.
We are the ones providing any element of surprise or shock here.
With the exception of Senator Dodd and Senator Edwards, the Democratic presidential candidates have (so far at least) failed us.
They must now speak, and make plain how they view what has been given away to Mr. Bush, and what is yet to be given away tomorrow, and in the thousand tomorrows to come.
Because for the next fourteen months, the Democratic nominating process–indeed the whole of our political discourse until further notice–has, with the stroke of a cursed pen, become about one thing, and one thing alone.
The electorate figured this out, six months ago.
The President and the Republicans have not-doubtless will not.
The Democrats will figure it out, during the Memorial Day recess, when they go home and many of those who elected them will politely suggest they stay there-and permanently.
Because, on the subject of Iraq the people have been ahead of the media….
Ahead of the government…
Ahead of the politicians…
For the last year, or two years, or maybe three.
Our politics… is now about the answer to one briefly-worded question.
Mr. Bush has failed.
Mr. Warner has failed.
Mr. Reid has failed.
So. Who among us will stop this war-this War of Lies? To he or she, fall the figurative keys to the nation.
To all the others-presidents and majority leaders and candidates and rank-and-file Congressmen and Senators of either party-there is only blame… for this shameful, and bi-partisan, betrayal.
Girls' Romances #126 (On Sale: May 23, 1967) has a very mod cover by Tony Abruzzo. Roy Lichtenstein directly lifted panels from issues of Girls' Romances by Abruzzo for some of his works. God I hate Roy Lichtenstein!
In some way it's kind of fitting that a douche bag like Rep. James Sensenbrenner would have gotten rich on tampons, although adult diapers would have been even more apropos as this guy is so obviously full of shit.
The first vacation I took my wife on twenty-two years ago was to Yosemite. We spent most of the nights sleeping in a small tent in a campground outside of the valley. It was cold at night. which I thought was kind of romantic as we had to snuggle together at night to keep warm. My wife felt differently; it was too cold for her and she finally said, "We sleep in a cabin tonight or we leave." We slept in a cabin that night in the valley.
I'm beginning to feel like I need to change political parties. These gutless Democrats are really starting to get on my nerves. The majority of Americans want this ungodly Republican war ended and they want it ended yesterday, and yet these hopelessly spineless "representatives of the people" don't seem to believe it.
That's how I would categorize reports that Paula Abdul broke her nose in a dog mishap. Not that I have any inside information mind you, just that given her propensity to show up for TV gigs stoned to the gills, I have, shall we say, a bit of a problem believing Miss Abdul was in an unaltered state when said "mishap" occurred.
So Jimmy Carter says of President Shit-For-Brains' administration, "as far as the adverse impact on the nation around the world, this administration has been the worst in history," and the response of the White House is to say Carter is "increasingly irrelevant." If this were true, they wouldn't even comment or have to comment on what Carter said. In fact, by commenting on him, they put the lie to their own words.
Inferior Five #3 (On Sale: May 18, 1967) has a cool Mike Sekowsky and Mike Esposito cover featuring the Five and Darwin of the Apes!
When I was in high school I was a big fan of Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice's Jesus Christ Superstar. I knew all the words, loved the music and would lay in my room listening and singing along with my 8-track of it for hours at a time. When the movie came out I wrote a full-page review for the school paper and even did an illustration of Ted Neely as Jesus.
Teen Titans #10 (On Sale: May 16, 1967) has a nice Nick Cardy cover with some great biker action, which is once again marred by Go-Go Checks and ugly logos. Also, the coloring adds nothing to this guy. Jim Smith on the DC History Yahoo group wondered why Kid Flash couldn't keep up. I wonder why, if you were as fast as he is, you would bring up the rear where you had to choke down all that dust!
Word out of Variety is that CBS has cancelled its post-nuclear war drama Jericho. I found Jericho, for the most part, enjoyable, when it wasn't trying to be the post-holocaust 24. My wife tired of the FBI/CIA stuff real quick. Like Invasion last year, it had a number of interesting characters and a strong central plot moving it forward, but I was already tiring of the "New Bern is going to get us" arc and seeing how the series ended, it looks like the producers were too. Still, considering how truly awful most shows on the "big four" are, it's sad to see shows like Jericho and Raines not make it."Women's Murder Club," based on James Patterson novels, is a drama about four women in San Francisco — a detective, district attorney, medical examiner and reporter — who work together to solve crimes.As I've mentioned before, I've only read one James Patterson novel in my life, Honeymoon which suckered me in with its designation as the 2005 International Thriller of the Year, whatever that means. It was, however, one of the worst written books I have ever read. Every character was plastic and unrealistic, the dialog was laugh-out-loud unintentionally funny. It was trite beyond belief and even the sex scenes were boring.
Dammit! NBC announced it's fall line-up today and, as expected, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip did not make it, but equally disturbing, Raines is not there either.
Well, on the Survivor Fiji finale tonight Dreamz had his chance to show his son what it means to be a man, and failed so miserably that he ended up selling his integrity out for nothing. He went back on his word to Yau-Man and then tried to cover up his lapsed manhood by saying he always planned on screwing Yau over. What he forgot was all the private film of him saying how grateful to Yau he was and how he was a "man of his word" and would take this opportunity to show his son what it meant to be a man, even if it meant losing a million dollars.Guns don't kill people; crazy people kill people. Last week, in response to the Virginia Tech shootings, President Bush said, "When people see somebody who is exhibiting abnormal behavior, you do something about it." Thanks for the heads-up, McGruff.
But, if that's the case, then I want to warn the country about a man I saw last night on TV. He's six feet tall, Caucasian and he goes by the title "President of the United States." [photo of Bush making face shown]
I'm not kidding. George Bush is the crazy person we need to keep an eye on. He needs to stop taking money from the pharmaceutical lobby and start accepting samples. Only a delusional person could watch Alberto Gonzales before Congress last week do everything but say, "No hablo Ingles"- and rip up a picture of the Pope, and conclude that it "increased his confidence in the man." That's called disassociation from reality.
There's an old, frequently-used definition of insanity, which is "performing the same action over and over, expecting different results." And then it says, "See: 'The Surge.'" Now, I'm no doctor, but I am on TV. And in my professional opinion, George Bush is a paranoid schizophrenic.
He thinks the terrorists hate us for our freedom, and believes they're going to follow us home. That's why he keeps obsessively clearing brush, so Osama can't use it for cover.
Other symptoms of paranoid schizophrenia are: Do you see things that aren't there? Such as a link between 9/11 and Iraq? Do you - do you feel things that you shouldn't be feeling, like a sense of accomplishment? Do you have trouble organizing words into a coherent sentence? Do you hear voices that aren't really there? Like, oh, I don't know, your imaginary friend, Jesus? Telling you to start a war in the Middle East.
Well, guess what? There are a large number of people out there also suffering from the same delusions, because there are Republicans, there are conservatives, and then there are the Bushies. This is the 29 percent of Americans who still think he's doing "a heck of a job, Whitey." And I don't believe that it's coincidence that almost the same number of Americans - 25 percent - told a recent pollster that they believe that this year - this year, 2007 - would bring the Second Coming of Christ!
I have a hunch these are the same people. Because, if you think that you're going to meet Jesus before they cancel "Ugly Betty," then you're used to doing things by faith. And if you have so much blind faith that you think this war is winnable, you're nuts and you shouldn't be allowed near a voting booth.
There's only one job you can be trusted with, and that's picking out Phil Spector's next hairdo.
Two nights ago my wife was putting a check for our cleaning woman out under the mat on our front porch (our cleaning woman had forgotten to take it with her earlier in the week), when she called to me to come outside. I joined her on the porch where she nodded her head toward the street and said, "The bear is taking a walk." I looked across the street and, sure enough, a large brown bear was slowly sauntering down the street. We watched him or her for a minute or so before the bear veered off the street and disappeared in the brush across the street.
Well, it sure has been one of those weeks for southern California landmarks. One of the unique spots of southern California is the town of Avalon on Catalina Island. Avalon feels like nothing else in California; it feels like Europe. At least it does to me.
Our Fighting Forces #108 (On Sale: May 11, 1967) has an interesting Irv Novick cover. Big hands abound, which is not at all typical of Novick's work. I know that the DC editors were being told to make the books look more like Marvel's comics and I wonder if this overly exaggerated anatomy was an attempt to make the art look more like Jack Kirby, who was a mainstay on the Marvel covers at this time and known for over-extending foreshortening in order to juice up the dramatic impact.And finally, New Rule: Conservatives have to stop rolling their eyes every time they hear the word, "France." Like just calling something "French" is the ultimate argument winner. As if to say, "What can you say about a country that was too stupid to get on board with our wonderfully-conceived and brilliantly-executed war in Iraq?"
And, yet, an American politician could not survive if he uttered the simple, true statement, "France has a better health care system than we do, and we should steal it." Because here, simply dismissing an idea as French passes for an argument. "John Kerry? Couldn't vote for him; he looked French." Yeah, as opposed to the other guy who just looked stupid.
Now, last week, France had an election, and people over there approach an election differently. They vote. Eighty-five percent of them turned out. You couldn't get 85% of Americans to get off the couch if there was an election between "Tits" and "Bigger Tits," and they were handing out free samples!
Now, maybe the high turnout has something to do with the fact that the French candidates are never asked where they stand on evolution, prayer in school, abortion, stem cell research or gay marriage. And if the candidate knows about a character in a book other than Jesus, it's not a drawback.
The electorate doesn't vote for the guy they want to have a croissant with; nor do they care about private lives. In the current race, Ségolène Royal has four kids, but she never got married. And she's a Socialist. In America, if a Democrat even thinks you're calling him "liberal," he grabs an orange vest and a rifle and heads into the woods to kill something!
Madame Royal's opponent is married, but they live apart and lead separate lives. And the people are okay with that for the same reason they're okay with nude beaches; because they're not a nation of six-year-olds who scream and giggle if they see pee-pee parts!
They have weird ideas about privacy. They think it should be private. In France, even the mistresses have mistresses. To not have a lady on the side says to the voters, "I'm no good at multi-tasking."
Now, like any country, France has its faults, like all that ridiculous accordion music. But, their health care is the best in the industrialized world. As is their poverty rate. And they're completely independent of Mid East oil. And they're the greenest country. And they're not fat. And they have public intellectuals in France. We have Dr. Phil!
They invented sex during the day, lingerie and the tongue. Can't we admit we could learn something from them?
So, from now on, all you high-ranking Bush Administration officials, because the French are righter than you on most things, when France comes up in conversation, you are not allowed to roll your eyes. The only time you get to do that is when your hooker from Ms. Julia is blowing you.
Adventures of Jerry Lewis #101 (On Sale: May 9, 1967) has a strange Bob Oksner cover. What is strange about it is that Oksner did the cover and not the interior artist."...that (Jerry Lewis and Bob Hope) was my best money in comic books. I could pencil ten pages in a day. I could ink ten pages in a day. And when I did the realistic stuff I only did two pages a day so there was no comparison. It was the best money I could make but that wasn't really what I wanted to do."I've never seen the Jerry Lewis work Neal did, but I own most of the Bob Hope stuff. I'll show some interior pages when we get to that next month. It's interesting stuff.
I make no apologies for being a rabid Veronica Mars fan. In its three short seasons it has been consistently one of the best written shows on TV. Yeah, it's sort of a modern-day Nancy Drew, but it is so damn smart that I just don't care. This is most likely the last season for Veronica (unless NBC decides to add it to its anemic schedule when the CM cancels it in a few weeks), and I anxiously await each new Tuesday night episode. So I tuned in last night and saw... Griffith Park burning!
I'm the guest reviewer today over at Tony's Online Tips, the review and commentary site of my good friend, and "America's Most Beloved Comic-Book Writer & Columnist," Tony Isabella. I review "Stop Forgetting to Remember: The Autobiography of Walter Kurtz" by Peter Kuper. I thought this book was...eh, wait a minute. That would be cheating. Take the link and find out what I thought!
The great GOP takeover of our nation has resulted in another beautiful day in paradise, just as we always knew these brilliant conservative leaders could deliver. The president hosted the Queen of England today, at one point adding two-hundred years to her age, then winking at her and then comparing her to his mother.
I received an email today from the dealer I purchased my Mercedes from a half dozen years ago. They are opening a SMART dealership and the email was an invitation to go down to a special event to preview the cars. I signed up for it just to get a closer look at these half Swatch, half Mercedes mini-mini cars. I saw one driving down the 210 freeway not three weeks ago and have to admit to being slightly intrigued by the car. Not that I'm going to by one, but it might be kinda cool to test drive one, just to see how it feels to be in that small a vehicle.
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - President George W. Bush's approval rating has fallen to 28 percent in a Newsweek Poll released on Saturday, an all-time low for Bush in that survey.You're doin' a heck of a job there Bushie!
Nearly two out of three Americans -- 62 percent -- believe Bush's recent actions in Iraq show he is "stubborn and unwilling to admit his mistakes," Newsweek reported. Just 30 percent think Bush's execution of the Iraq war demonstrates he is "willing to take political risks" to do what's right.
Bush's unpopularity may also be casting a dark shadow over Republican chances for keeping the White House in 2008. Democratic front-runners lead potential Republican contenders in head-to-head match-ups across the board, the poll suggests.
Something tells me the NRA might be going too far this time, no matter how much money they continually shove into the pockets of Republicans.WASHINGTON - The National Rifle Association is urging the Bush administration to withdraw its support of a bill that would prohibit suspected terrorists from buying firearms.
Superman #198 (On Sale: May 4, 1967) sports a cover by Curt Swan and George Klein. Whenever I would see a cover like this, I always suspected one of the Clarks was a robot, or a guy from the bottled city of Kandor, or Batman dressed up as Clark for one reason or another. This story uses none of these standard Weisinger cliches. 
As we speculated might happen a month ago, Paris Hilton has been ordered to jail. She "must go to jail on June 5 and she will not be allowed any work release, furloughs, use of an alternative jail or any electronic monitoring in lieu of jail," Superior Court Judge Michael T. Sauer ruled after a hearing today."Should this disqualify those guys for the Presidency? Nah - nobody should be disqualified for their faith. Not unless they’re members of some church that worships bacon bits or hamsters or Ryan Seacrest or something like that - we have to be rational, after all, and limit our tolerance to faiths based on magic superheroes who can’t ever be killed, really, and the cryptic ancient texts that describe their adventures. Once we start opening the door to belief systems that don’t involve science or gigantic supernatural unknowable beings (be they men or lobsters), things could get messy.
But at the very least we should take the raised hands of Brownback, Huckabee, and Tancredo as persuasive evidence of dumbassery. Plenty of responsible, intelligent Christian men and women have figured out how to have a worldview that includes both their faith and the overwhelming evidence for evolution. I’m sure there are even some Seacrestians or Hamsterites out there who’ve managed to pull off this trick.
Do I have something interesting or funny to say about this? Apparently not. But it’s worth reminding ourselves - we’re living in a country where an atheist can’t even get near the podium in a Presidential debate, while these three unwise men can blithely hop onto the national stage and tell children that science just doesn’t work.
… and then they’ll start talking about education, and their plan to help America’s children get back the smarts and that old-fashioned quality book-learnin’ that somehow - mysteriously, almost supernaturally- seems to have disappeared.
God help us."
Our Army at War #182 (On Sale: May 2, 1967) has another great Russ Heath "Sgt. Rock" cover.
For a while there we had lost the crown, but Los Angeles has once again topped the American Lung Association's bad air list of most polluted cities in America. We'd like to thank all the little people who made this possible along with our wives and kids and the best damn agent in the business!LONDON (Reuters) - John Browne, the architect of BP Plc's (BP.L) renaissance as a giant of the global oil industry, stepped down on Tuesday after his homosexuality was exposed to the full glare of publicity.The full Reuters story can be found here.
Look at that face. Does that look like a man you could trust? Sure it does, he looks like a real pussycat doesn't he? But it was with pussycats that comic book artist Bob Oksner slipped another one past his editor and the monolithic industry sensor, the Comics Code Authority.
This was the second of Oksner's two infamous Supergirl covers (see The Erotic Art of Bob Oksner -- Part I for the other). This issue of Supergirl was a tale about rejection, a tale about loneliness. Supergirl, poor, poor Supergirl, she can't be like other girls. She longs to go on dates with boys, but for her it is not to be. So all alone she watches the other girls having fun with the boys, while all she can do is sit there and play with her pussy....cat!
