One of the more boring interviewees in Punk: Attitude was Legs McNeil, editor of some stupid New York punk fanzine, oh-so-creatively and eponymously named, "Punk."

For those of you too young to have gotten ripped off buying the originals, the official website provides a limp sampling of their feeble early output complete with terrible Bagge-esque cover art and a few poorly-written articles from each mag, like this dumb interview with Sluggo from the Nancy comic strip. That guy's not even an actual person. There's also a totally lame cartoon that purports to reveal Legs' real name. Like we care.

Oh yeah, they really, really, REALLY hated disco back then. Dumbasses, didn't they know that disco RULEZ?!. Those chicks in ABBA were hot! Punk, who wants to listen to that noise? Those dudes couldn't even play their instruments and they wore really ugly clothes.

via the worst 'blog in the Universe, Drawn!

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The Tiny Pineapple Gallery proves that no matter how narrow your interests, there's some place on the IntarWeb that caters to it.

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Continuing with the religious kick I appear to be on...

Before I was a psychedelic Christian, I was Catholic, and if there was one thing the church knew how to do, it was how to produce cool comic-book propaganda that attempted to explain the ostensible purpose behind all of the weird rituals us kids had to endure in order to prevent us from being sent to Purgatory, or Limbo, or the Phantom Unitarian Zone should we die suddenly without having performed them. Our Sunday-school teacher used to hand out copies of Treasure Chest of Fun and Fact and we'd read them cover-to-cover because anything was more interesting than having to practice reciting the Apostle's Creed or learning the Stations of the Cross.

Another fine link from BtROL

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