He had the best panels in -any- magazine in which his work appeared. He was a genius and an inspiration. This news makes me very sad.. rest in peace Will Elder.

Your head's just fine, and I agree with your sentiments. I was merely commenting on the dainty, delicate and fragile nature of the steampunk'd themselven.
It's funny thing about that skill and sensitivity. I actually know people who have asked "Why does neatness count? It's art!" .
Well, if the sloppiness is intentional and is an inherent part of the work, then fine. It's the laziness to learn your medium that I find sad - as they say, if it's worth doing, it's worth doing well.
Unfortunately in this fast paced internetful world, it's the first person done that gets the credit, and that tends to slide things more towards the sloppy. Or something. f'kin idunno.

Oh CPTNEMO give me a break. The reason it isn't steampunk has nothing to do with the fact that it actually works or the competent level of craftsmanship - it's not steampunk because he used a phillips screw. Now get your head out of your ass and stop raining on my steamparade.

Avidd - I wholeheartedly agree with your second paragraph. It's not enough there are security cameras everywhere, there are google vans driving around snapping pictures of everything (they got one of me and my girlfriend buckling our seatbelts. glad I don't cheat), now I've got to deal with jackasses wandering around with hi-def cameras.

A personal shout out to German girl at Molinari's - hey guess what lady- I know this may be your first time in a delicatessen, but stop with the pictures. I don't want to end up on your vapid travel blog about your trip to San Francisco. If you don't have the guts to ask people if you can take their photograph, stick to still lifes and animals.

Ha ha! Lookit how backwards those folks were back then! I can't believe they beat Hitler! Come on you guys.. it's like making fun of Civil War doctors - we get it - civilization advances over time. O the mirth.

Why you scamps! You got me again! Enos thinks the "rick roll" is even funnier than the knock knock joke with the bananas.. and then.. the orange! Oh you guys- LOL all the way.

That wasn't an article - it was a link to a youtube video of a young man dancing. Do you have the real link?

No, I'm not a shill for dupont. I'm just a concerned citizen trying to make people more aware of the dangers surrounding the products and by-products of the paper industry (cartel). I haven't had a sheet of paper (or cardboard) in my house since my son Enos was born 5 years ago. His older sister cut her finger so badly on a Little Golden Book that she had to have plastic surgery due to all the other schoolgirls teasing her about the gruesome scar.

In addition to cuts, paper can also suffocate a child, or cause them to choke. It can also be a source of skin irritation, and the fine fibers (of wood or rag) shed by rough use can get caught in a child's developing lungs.

These dangers are real, and are the reason my family decided to use little scraps of velvet instead of toilet paper. They are washable, recyclable, and we even built a neat little steampunk velvet square dispenser for the commode out of copper plumbing parts and vacuum tubes.

Oh that's. .that's great.. At least it's easy to cut out a fire escape. You'll need one when you momentarily forget about your ez-bake oven to nurse the massive papercut you got by answering the cardboard door. Please only give kids nice round or soft plastic things to play with so they don't get hurt. (ever cut yourself on an Apple product? Didn't think so).

I knew Dave in college. He was a strange, and very talented man - one of the few students who was actually thinking about his work, as opposed to aping the latest popular illustrator, artist, or filmmaker. He had some pretty far-out work that got the little professor's darlings all wound up. (I guess I could talk about it, but I figure if Dave wants you to know about it, he's probably written about it somewhere). Late in my senior year I locked myself up in the oxberry room with my stack of paper and transparencies to shoot my animated film. An Oxberry is a giant downshooter with lights and a geared platen and camera tower - the room was big, and light-tight. I went in on a Friday evening, and had a little japanese boombox and two tapes of surf music. By 2 am saturday I was going nuts listening to the same damn two tapes, and took a walk around through the film building and its piles of cigarette butts to see if anyone had anything else I could listen to. I ran into Dave and he gave me this cassette of Martin Denny albums that I popped into my little player. Somewhere during that tape I had to change out the film in the camera with a short end that I happily discovered was all unraveled. So there I was in this pitch black room, rolling film onto a little spool and the tape flips over and it's a recording of a woman singing in a shower - At this point I'd been up somewhere close to 48 hours and the combination of this, the completely dark room and Dave's little tape of far out music sent me over the edge into hallucinations of showers and monsters and I swear at one point I was drifting through outerspace trying to thread an unfamiliar camera by touch alone. So.. all things being what they are, I gotta thank Dave for turning me on to Martin Denny - and I'm glad he's doing well.

About that 1995 civic - you find interesting things in old cars, too. Out of the front seat of a 1949 ford I pulled out about 3 dozen bobby pins, a couple of plastic butterflies, a rifle shell, some wheat pennies, scraps of paper, a little polaroid print coating vial.. and from the heater, the ubiquitous juicy fruit wrapper. I've heard other stories of people finding beer, knives and even firearms in old cars.