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…but I’m just passing through.

Sounds like an awful smelling town anyway,


Don Ivan Punchatz: 1936-2009…he was 73.

About six years ago, back when we were running “Sketchbook” on “Tastes Like Chicken” and not here on “The Blarg,” Don emailed me and asked to be added to the assignment list. I did just that, not really knowing much about the man other than the fact that he was a fan of the site and lived in Texas.

As it turns out, Don was an extremely accomplished illustrator who studied under legendary cartoonist Burne Hogarth. Punchatz himself had created work for numerous magazines, including “Heavy Metal,” “National Lampoon,” “National Geographic,” “Playboy” and “Time,” among others. Yet here he was, wanting to be a part of a little magazine that I was running out of my bedroom.

Over time, we became friends. A new issue of “TLC” would go live or hit stands, and Don was always there to throw a “congrats” or a “job well done” my way. We communicated mostly through email, but every once in awhile the phone would ring and Don would be on the other end, ready to shoot the shit for an hour or so and catch up on all things “Chicken.”

I never really thought about it much back then because, at the time, Don was just one of many people contributing regularly to the magazine. But looking back on it now, I’m flattered to know that a guy going on 70 years old–a man who had seen and done so much in the art world over the decades–had such an appreciation for something we were making.

So here’s to Don: a supportive friend, a great artist, a fellow creative, and probably the most over-qualified person ever to contribute to “Tastes Like Chicken.”

I’ll leave you guys with a few pieces of Don’s work:

Illustration by Don Punchatz.

Illustration by Don Punchatz.

Illustration by Don Punchatz.

Illustration by Don Punchatz.

It was an honor knowing you, sir,


After Blarging about the trailer for “Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus” a couple months ago, I finally got a chance to watch it last night.

Here’s the quick of it:

1.) Debbie Gibson… er, excuse me: Deborah Gibson’s performance was nothing short of constipated. And I mean that literally: Every face she made–whether it was one of concern, fear, anger or crazed lust for her Asian love interest–looked as if she desperately wanted to pinch a stink, but no amount of pushing was going to make it drop. If you’re looking for a more convincing performance from Miss Electric Youth, check out her March 2005 spread in “Playboy” magazine.

2.) Amazingly, for a movie that has both “mega shark” and “giant octopus” in its title, there really isn’t a whole lot of either in the movie. If you watched the trailer you’ve pretty much seen all of the “good” parts. Of course, there are a handful of giant-animal gems that they didn’t include in the trailer, but they are minimal. Much like the movie’s budget.

3.) Steven Seagal called, Lorenzo Lamas. He wants his douchey, pony-mullet hairdo back when you’re done with it.

4.) At one point, while standing on a beach next to a dead whale, Gibson’s character turns to one of her fellow scientists and says, “Come on. Let’s get a drink.” The next scene, however, is not in a bar, but back on the beach with the two of them drinking what appears to be homemade hooch out of bottles wrapped in brown paper bags. What kind of fucking scientists are you?!? Why not pour some out for all your dead homie scientists while you’re at it?!?

5.) Christ, I’m really struggling trying to come up with a fifth thing to say about this movie. Yeah, it’s that good. How about this: At least Tiffany* isn’t in it.

If you’re looking for better b-movies to laugh at and drink to, check out “Nightbeast”, “Frog-g-g!” and “The Shaft” with Naomi Watts.

Mega yawn,


*Editor’s Note: For a more convincing performance from Tiffany, check out her April 2002 spread in “Playboy” magazine.

Old Poop!