Somehow he texts me even though he doesn’t have a phone!!

Eddie the Mailman dropped me off a packåge today.  It was an excellent box.  The graph paper is a nice touch, but I’m partial to the parentheses.  Thank you Pecos.

Stickers on the side.  Mail = happiness.  But what in the box is there?

Holy Tuxedo! It’s a powder blue piece of metal. But what are this?

From more the side, I still not know this thing.  Then I asked Melia (my wife): you know this?  She was like, “Wait!  Pecos put some sort of metal on Instagram just the other day!”  “He did?” I said, “I have not checked the app in a while.” “You should check it,” she said.  I got out my phone.  After checking my eBay cue, my thumb tapped Instagram and I made it to Pecos Bill’s account by going into a new photo from Sudsy.  Pecos (who’s name on Instagram is Pay Cost Trill right now) had recently left a comment on Sudsy’s new photo (of a Spectral Cruiser).  I tapped Pay Cost’s name: and there it was.

Pay Cost’s Instagram.  It’s a PISTON and its CONNECTING ROD!!!  I heard of that before. A Piston. It make car go. Connecting Rod is not in my catalogue but I can make the association.  Now to do a complete Gary Sinise (a la CSI): I shall solve the mystery by going to the computer and making it be WIKIPEDIA.

Here is Piston:

Here is Connecting Rod!!!:

Many thanks to Pecos Bill for helping us with another exciting episode.  Until next post, this is Frankie, signing off.

PS. If I ever recorded my dad, either with a mic through my hi-fi or on my old Video-8 camcorder, he’d always end with saying, “This is Frank Sisti, Sr. signing off.”  He’d always sign off. I told him he didn’t have to do that, but he always did it.

Luca, the Untern, is BACK with, well, not a diary entry, but a message via Facebook, making sure we know about something.

MESSAGE:

2 Chainz Video:

Graphically, blogs can read like comics.  They probably should be reading more like comics than they do.  Comics are made up of “panels”. Sometimes they break up an image over several panels to give you an alternate sense of space, layout, and feeling.  I broke Mr. Parfenix’s list into different panels to:

A. Give the list its due splash.

B. Show how crazy the list makes me feel.

C. To make fun of comics, blogs, and Mr. Parfenix

and

D. It’s a good place to start looking at and deciphering the madness within Mr. Parfenix’s handwriting. We could spend a year alone on those lazy capital A’s. Word in the apartment building is that he has bad tenants and unruly kids trapped within some of these letters. In fact, each single letter he ever writes down is said to hold an entire world of horror within its ink. If Mr. P is able to contain you in one of these letters, you’re as good as dead. Apparently there are clones of Mr. P in the worlds of his letters that like to play 1. Dress-Up and 2. House and 3. Endless games of “Super Stickball” where Mr. P has made up an insane set of rules, double standards, and home runs that end in “happiness murder”.

Glenn Manders of Bad Teeth Comics out of Australia made this zine in 2008. Thanks Glenn!