Welcome to the web log of illustrator, cartoonist, writer, motorhead, and future Wal-Mart greeter Lou Brooks. I've gone cold turkey blogless for the last few months, and let me tell you, friend, it hasn't been easy! Have you missed all your old familiar pals?... Balloon Face, Typositor Tom, Mr. Irresponsible, and those endearing rascals, The Ass Puppets? Well, to be honest, they're not here, and they're never coming back. But lots of others are just waiting to make all this worth your while, so let's get going! Shall we?

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot... check out my newest Internet brainchild, The Museum of Forgotten Art Supplies, where tools of the trade that have died or have just about died a slow death are cheerfully exhibited -- Over 300 of them and counting (all submitted by folks like you!).

 

Labor Day, September 5, 1944. I remember the day I was born. I suddenly noticed there was a lot more room, which was nice. There was a radio on. Then a man in the room said, "Jesus Christ, that nurse talks too much!" That would have been my father. I didn't know who this Christ guy was, but as life went on, my father brought his name up a lot. My mother would occasionally call out, "Jesus Jenny!" I have no idea who that was either. August 6, 1945. Things had been going pretty swell. Then there was this sadness, and everybody seemed to get real quiet. Beginning that day, the world seemed different. Like I was put in exile or sumthin' for no reason. April 27, 1962. My father still wouldn't give me permission to smoke in the house. I told him in the kitchen that I wanted to spend my life as an artist. He smoked Camels and blew out one of those quick sarcastic smoke puffs, you know, the kind they blow out the side of their mouth and it makes their one eye squint and gives them this really scary half-grin besides. "What are you gonna paint," he said, "FLOWERS?"

 

Let's get down to... MONKEY BUSINESS!

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Saturday
Nov122011

The Lou Sign - Learn It, Know It, Use It

Tell the world you're Lou's pal! While driving along the highways and biways of this aesthetically sensitive nation of ours, keep a friendly eye open for anyone wearing a yellow hardhat. The plastic yellow hat, odd and uncomfortable as it may look to you, is the official hat here at The Lou Brooks Web Site... so chances are, the person you see is working for Lou! Why not just slow down and give 'em The "Lou" Sign? You may just get it back!

Once and for all, here's how to give the official "Lou" sign. Just smile, hold your right hand up and make the sign of the "L"... that's all there is to it! A good way to make friends at home, at the office, or when you're being patted down by a police officer. Obviously, don't use your left hand... it makes a "J", and, for all you know, they'll think you're making reference to some artist named "Jacques."

Coming soon: The lyrics to the Official Lou Brooks Song, "I Wanted to Paint Her in the Nude, But She Made Me Wear a Robe!", the same song Lou sings at parties and in the checkout line!

Reader Comments (3)

Let's all go for the Lou sign. This is fun!

November 14, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterVivian Kendricks

This is an excellent idea! Until now, I've been giving the Irving "I" sign to guys in hard hats. They hate that! From this point on I'll be giving 'em L.

November 17, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterDavid Burd

Very interesting. Love it so much! I know how to use it now. Thanks for that anyway.

December 20, 2011 | Unregistered Commentermarion | black suits

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