Good morning. My dial-up adventure continues. I was supposed to upload from the client lounge at my favorite printer’s tonight. I was told they’d be working until 3am, but when I showed up at 2.15, everything was dark. And locked. Slackers.

So now I’m hooked at Kinko’s, making this feel very much like finals week during art school. It’s actually kind of a pleasant feeling. And since I now have a few minutes of broadband access, I’m happy to put up a banner to yesterday’s brilliant stories. Please take a look!


What can I say about Monster 76? To paraphrase Homer Simpson, “Grand Funk Railroad paved the way for Jefferson Airplane, which cleared the way for Jefferson Starship. The stage was now set for Monster 76, which I believe was some sort of hovercraft.” But why the hover? And, more importantly, whence? Wontst thou shed light upon the mysteries of yonder creature?


I’m looking forward to seeing your theories and suspicions.
Don’t forget: Even on a rented wire 344 LOVES YOU


  • 1 February 2007 5:05 am

    Looks like a clone of jack nicholson and jabba the hutt working as a waiter in an italian restaurant.

  • Monglomorolo
    1 February 2007 8:24 am

    Oh my God! This monster is very good.
    Thanks you for the good moment that I enjoy when I see your blog everyday.
    A salute from Spain.

  • 1 February 2007 9:45 am

    Bob, lost his legs in a tragic accident that had three beneficial side effects, he grew chin hair, learned to fly and developed an amazing singing voice. He is now heard belting it out, like his idol Frank, in clubs across the western seaboard. He brings a whole new meaning to the term lounge lizard.
    {P.S. I found that Revver works much better when I view the clip within my feed reader, no stops and time outs, then I come here and comment.}

  • 1 February 2007 12:20 pm

    Gerald McBoingBoing. Only, not. 🙂 Holy cow! Less than 24 Daily Monsters left! [me prepares mourning garb.]

  • Sabeyen
    1 February 2007 4:43 pm

    76 does not HOVER you silly man! He’s supported by invisible wire!
    We’re not sure WHY he was cast as Peter Pan at our Local theater (after all, he has a beard and sing bass) but cast he was.
    He’s still not quite used to the flying though. As you can tell by his face, he’s doing his best to hide his fear of hights from the audience… doesn’t seem to be working too well…

  • 1 February 2007 7:51 pm

    Keon Velocious is team captain of the Monstrock Stars, pre-eminent Hover derby champions of the planet. And with the Hoverjam 2050 derby series finale fast approaching, the team was working hard to keep on top of their game. Practice was moving along smoothly, and the Stars were shining bright. Nothing pleased Keon more than to see a beautifully executed hover-check or a two monster catch n’ throw performed to exact standard in the practice ring.

  • 1 February 2007 11:15 pm

    Before there were baboons and backseat drivers, there was the Red-Bottomed BuffoonMeister. You see here how he can hover behind you while you learn to drive your own craft and attract attention simultaneously without ever having to go bottoms-up.
    This particular male of the species was last heard braying,
    “I’m late for Happy Hour at Mos Eisley Canteen!”
    (so much for not going bottoms-up)
    I’ve watched this one several times now, and after every single viewing, I’m snorting with glee! I love the way the monster flies right off the page!!
    I must say it seems emminently strange in this day and age for one to go as long as you have without proper internet service. What is the DEAL with those guys?
    Great great stories everyone!

  • 1 February 2007 11:32 pm

    He lined up the shot with careful precision, let it fly and scored an easy hit. There were only four left. A pair had grouped together as a result of the last shot and offered, what he considered, a simple opportunity. A two-for-one special, as it were. He cruised around to their left, lining them up on a bit of an angle. Hitting one would cause a collision with the other. Both would, invariably, be out of this little game. Added to his burgeoning collection of marks. Aiming low at the foremost target, he clipped it hard and sent it barreling into the second. A successful hit, made to look easy by a skilled shooter. Two left. He waisted no time and swung around to the right, quickly, to face his new objective as he pulled out another round. Considered his position with blinding speed and let loose the fire. The strike was dead on. One left. Despite his excitement, he remained calm. All of this could be for not if he didn’t keep his cool. This remaining target needed to be treated with as much finesse and consideration as all those who fell before it.
    He dug into his bag for his last round. He toyed with it between his tendrils and with his other hand stroked a long strand from his beard. Going up against Du Chin was always lofty. To find victory, all but an impossibility. But that didn’t stop those who thought they could get the upper hand. He would pick them off one-by-one. Du Chin gently rolled the shot deep into his palm, a thick claw set behind it. He threw his hand back and brought it forward while flicking the marble towards its intended prey. It cruised low over the ground to meet with a fluid slide across the asphalt. A slight curve was pulling it to the right which was as accurate a shot as any pull from a sniper. The clink of the two marbles sealed the fate for the challenger. The last marble spun out of the ring and Du Chin had won another game. His red undercarriage lit up with victory as he glided over to his opponent for a hardy handshake, thanking him for the game.

  • 2 February 2007 12:27 am

    I really enjoyed this monster. I think this was one of the best…

  • Jonas
    2 February 2007 10:53 am

    I agree with Terry, easily one of the best.

  • Amy
    2 February 2007 1:26 pm

    <3 favorite

  • Sue Bebie
    30 April 2008 5:28 am

    Maximilian ist der kreative Bruder von Monster 72. Entweder man hat’s in den Genen oder nicht…
    Maximilian ist ein ganz besonderer Tüftler. Mit Technik hat er nichts am Hut, umsomehr mit Zoologie. Seit er einmal gesehen hatte, dass es eine Froschart gibt, die ihren Magen ausstülpen kann, liess ihn der Gedanke, etwas ähnliches auch zu beherrschen, nicht mehr los. Die Idee einer ausstülpbaren Blase, setzte er ohne grosse Mühe in die Tat um. Das bisschen Pressen hat er im Schwangerschaftskurs seiner Angetrauten abgeschaut, kein Problem also.
    Einzig das Risiko des Zerplatzens der Blase musste er minimieren. Dazu löste er die Gummierung der “Post it” Zettelchen ab. Seine Frau glättete das ganze Gummizeug und stülpte es über die Blase. Optimal ausgerüstet und mit gutem Antirutscheffekt versehen, hüpft er nun als erstes Monster mit unterleibsintegriertem Poogooball durch die Gegend.

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