Watch This Space

You may have noticed that TOPPLED IDOLS has ground to a screeching halt.

This is partly due to my new job as a sign artist (as in, I am drawing every day for eight hours and then working on my own stuff afterwards and don't have time to scan, edit and post it!) and the fact that I just needed a break.

Toppled Idols will return to its regular program on Serpentember 1st... just in time for the Republican National Convention and its induction of polar bear hating beauty queen Sarah Palin.

Until then, please content yourselves with the last of the Summer weather and sun. I personally loathe it and can't wait until Fall. But that's neither here nor there.

I have big things planned... including (drum roll please... ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da) a NEW BLOG(!?) beginning but totally unrelated to, but somewhat akin to George W. Bush's long-overdue ousting.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you join the dance?

Who Can Get Metal Chicks to Dance Topless?

No, the answer is not "A LUCKY ROLL OF THE TWENTY-SIDED DIE."

You haven't been paying attention!


Rhapsody, of course! Now the less cool but hangin'-with-Christopher-fuckin'-Lee-so-still-pretty cool Rhapsody of Fire.

Topless metal chicks, blasting drums, Italian choruses and more curly hair than can clog the Mississippi... you know you want to hang with these charming guys in their leather pants and concealing tunics.

Fire up the wizard bong and prepare to have your wand blown to bits!

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