One-hundred posts in one year. (The first month averaged more than one per day.) The Supreme Dictator of
Ivanlandia is our tireless arbiter of tastes both good and bad, and those we never knew we had!
Mostly dishing out commentary on sub-genres of scratched-up film, but occasionally expounding on science, literature and cultural meltdown, this blog delivers... something... unsettling: an intimate peek into the mad mind of his Lordship.
To read an Ivanlandia review is to ride down the stream-of-consciousness of the writer, with ninety-degree digressions and visual asides peppered throughout. Free association at its best, but well-researched and always in the service of useful information.
But the hallmark of any self-respecting UPI post is the gratuitous fetish picture, appearing out of left field. Always lurking in the corner of the mad mind's eye is some oiled up robovixen ready to suffocate you with rubber-clad thighs, or something along those lines.
So let's STAYED TUNED and see what the next year brings.
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From 1973 and 1976. Two of four such encounters between the Batman and Sgt. Rock.
The G.C. Murphy building in downtown D.C. is currently featured over at ANS. We present another angle on this lost landmark, which was razed in the eighties.
One-hundred posts in one year. (The first month averaged more than one per day.) The Supreme Dictator of Ivanlandia is our tireless arbiter of tastes both good and bad, and those we never knew we had! 
Mostly dishing out commentary on sub-genres of scratched-up film, but occasionally expounding on science, literature and cultural meltdown, this blog delivers... something... unsettling: an intimate peek into the mad mind of his Lordship. 
To read an Ivanlandia review is to ride down the stream-of-consciousness of the writer, with ninety-degree digressions and visual asides peppered throughout. Free association at its best, but well-researched and always in the service of useful information.
But the hallmark of any self-respecting UPI post is the gratuitous fetish picture, appearing out of left field. Always lurking in the corner of the mad mind's eye is some oiled up robovixen ready to suffocate you with rubber-clad thighs, or something along those lines. 
So let's STAYED TUNED and see what the next year brings.
One of our old trucks delivering the word. All twelve trucks were sold during our conversion to digital.
Our final salvo in the cyber-gallery battle with ANS. To the victor shall go the spoils, whatever those might be. It's been a good fight and we may pitch battle again in the future. For our last desperate assault we throw a Tanguy back at the enemy. As well as a Morris Louis, a John Sloan, and a Wayne Thiebaud, whose landscapes seem tastier than his candies and cakes.
