Jul 14
Click for full imageRaoul Comments: This cover is a hot mess. I see one face, one foot, one arm, and one hand. And I’m not sure how they are connected.
Published 1977
(Average: 5.20 out of 10)
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Raoul Comments: This cover is a hot mess. I see one face, one foot, one arm, and one hand. And I’m not sure how they are connected.
Published 1977
(Average: 5.20 out of 10)Loading...
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July 14th, 2016 at 11:23 am
Why you never give Daphne the Scooby Snacks.
July 14th, 2016 at 12:09 pm
A Harry Potter witch depicted in a William Blake manner.
July 14th, 2016 at 1:01 pm
I would have assumed an acid trip would be less monochrome. Learn something new everyday.
July 14th, 2016 at 1:24 pm
Behind you! Maybe? it’s hard to tell.
July 14th, 2016 at 1:49 pm
Squirrel sized Godzilla in the lower left doesn’t look very pleased at what is transpiring.
July 14th, 2016 at 2:07 pm
“Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the Night Gallery.”
July 14th, 2016 at 2:21 pm
Magic eye picture migraine.
July 14th, 2016 at 2:29 pm
You’ve heard of the technicolor yawn. Well, this is its predecessor, the sepia yawn.
July 14th, 2016 at 2:33 pm
Did the cover artist rip off old, faded, Renaissance murals or something? Because that’s the vibe I’m getting.
And, of course, to add insult to injury, he did it BADLY.
July 14th, 2016 at 2:34 pm
It looks like they didn’t leave room for the word “of” and had to squeeze it in afterwards.
July 14th, 2016 at 2:39 pm
Perched on an invisible piano, she pondered whether the sandstorm she had conjured would be enough to distract everyone from the literal cut-and-paste job on the word ‘Of’.
Reluctantly, she concluded that it wasn’t, so she adjusted her dress to show a little more cleavage and prepared to belt out a torch song…
“Don’t know whyyyyyy there’s no sun up in the sky…”
July 15th, 2016 at 2:10 am
Art direction: I’m going to take the brown acid now. I want you to paint everything I talk about, starting in the center and spiraling outwards.
July 15th, 2016 at 4:16 am
There once was a girl from Nantucket
Who sat her butt down on a tuffet
She was feeling real girly
But the artist got swirly
And I can’t make anything of it.
September 25th, 2016 at 5:13 pm
I was sure that BM would say ‘fuck it.’
September 26th, 2016 at 12:32 pm
@DS – wouldn’t rhyme with “tuffet”
September 26th, 2016 at 1:29 pm
@B’Mance, DSWBT—perhaps this last line will satisfy you both:
There once was a girl from Nantucket
Who sat her butt down on a tuffet
She was feeling real girly
But the artist got swirly
And told the lass just where to stuff it.
September 26th, 2016 at 1:32 pm
@BC – I luv it
September 28th, 2016 at 2:33 pm
Editor: “Explain this cover to me. In a hundred words or less.”
Artist: “Well…”
Editor: “Now you’re down to NINETY-NINE words.”
Artist: “I spilled coffee on it… then the dog chewed on it… then the cat walked over it… then Junior made a paper plane out of it… then it fell out the window and into a sewer, but I saved it… then it got into a trash compactor, but I saved it again… then I was abducted by aliens, who put it through a dimension-twisting machine… and then it got mangled in the mail and returned to sender…”
Editor: “AND?”
Artist: “And then I stumbled and dropped it in another puddle when I delivered it to your office, three minutes ago.”
[Editor sighs.]
Artist: “I suppose you want me to do it all over again…?”
Editor: “Are you crazy? I’ve got a deadline to keep. We’ll print it. Your check is in the mail. Have a good day.”
Artist: “Sorry about –”
Editor: “I SAID GOOD DAY, SIR!!”