Not
being ones to bow to convention or kow-tow to consensus realities
pounded down our throats by politicos, clergy and media bullies
alike, we here at Wormblower have our own way of paying attention
to the comings and the goings of the seasons. For us, the time
roughly spanning from the Spring Equinox (Mar 21) to the Winter
Solstice (Dec. 21) is what we call "summer vacation." We are
just now getting back from summer vacation.
Waiting for the snow to fly before coming back from summer vacation
seems appropriate for Wormblower because, lest we forget, this
time of the year was known, back in the toddler years of our
country, as the "Season of Misrule" - an annual collapse of
the social order that gave rise to excessive reveling, mad mirth,
and roving bands of drunken obnoxious scoundrels called "Mummers."
Not to mention that, even before Misrule, it was this same time
of year that those bawdy Romans doffed their clothing and wallowed
in the orgiastic decadence of their Saturnalia feasts.
Sure, on the surface it may appear that things have changed
since those unruly times, but we're banking a ghost of an
idea that, underneath it all, it hasn't. They may try to choke
the wild heart of chaos that still just barely beats at this
time of year with strings of blinking lights and they may
try to wallpaper over it with soothing platitudes and they
may try to block it out with big stupid inflatable Snoopy
Santa light-up lawn ornaments, but it's there, just waiting
for cretins like us to come along with our jumper cables and
jolt it back to lustful life.
So - like it or not - we're back from summer vacation, just
in time to fan the flames of misrule and merriment. The Mummers
have returned. And we come bearing gifts; to start, a brand
new interview with the charming Henry
Fiat and a brand new Mr. Stick cartoon (the first since
'98 and one that is unusually topical - but only accidentally
so...) Enjoy. More will be coming: new reviews, features,
interviews, cartoons, smut, etc. So check back with us soon
and often; because before you know it, it'll be late March
and our "GONE FISHIN'" sign will be up on our office door
again.
And
so, as Little Cindy-Lou Who observed, God Confound Us, Everyone!
Your
Faithful Friend and Servant,
Uncle Aphid,
The Isle of Misfit Toys
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