Because Charlton Heston.
Cartoonists and illustrators Mike Obre and Dan O'Connor have been mailing notes and letters with comics, drawings, doodles, and random ephemera to each other for the better part of twenty years. Each month features a different piece from the exhaustive collective vaults.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Sunday, September 2, 2012
The Double Oscar Letter ~ Circa 1999
Sometime during our Prisoners Of Progress collaboration, this MObre Letter appeared in the mail shortly after a rambling late-night phone call wherein I suggested an alternate version of The Odd Couple starring Walter Matthau and Jack Klugman as the Two Oscars-- which would pretty much amount to both of them throwing spaghetti at the wall for two hours.
Using characters from P.O.P., Mike made my wish come true...
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
The Fanboy Flyswatter - The Kubert School 1989
This is officially the very first drawing I ever saw Mike Obre do.
It was September 1989, the first week of classes at The Joe Kubert School
and it was, for me, the first step towards the realization that not only was Mike quick and talented-- but he was also completely ridiculous and funny as hell.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
The Pickle Letter 1990
The infamous Pickle Letter arrive during the first trip I made to Connecticut to visit Mike Obre for a single late summer weekend, accompanied by my friend E.M.Strohl, a future Baseball Hall Of Fame curator.
All during the weird, adventure-packed visit Mike would make humorously oblique references to a mysterious mailing he had sent just prior to our arrival, refusing to describe what was waiting for me back home but brimming with twisted, manic delight over his central role as its architect.
All during the weird, adventure-packed visit Mike would make humorously oblique references to a mysterious mailing he had sent just prior to our arrival, refusing to describe what was waiting for me back home but brimming with twisted, manic delight over his central role as its architect.
When I finally returned home a sealed, official-looking plastic bag was there with warnings and assurances printed on its side by the Untied States Postal Service
Inside what I took for an FBI evidence bag
was a damp and tattered greenish envelope
that smelled of old, turned pickle juice.
The note inside the envelope had fallen out
and rested on top of the three layer pile inside the bag.
Mobre had sent a sliced pickle to me through the US Mail.
was a damp and tattered greenish envelope
that smelled of old, turned pickle juice.
The note inside the envelope had fallen out
and rested on top of the three layer pile inside the bag.
Mobre had sent a sliced pickle to me through the US Mail.
There was no sign of the raisins or vitamins.
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