I’ve decided the Starbucks Cup thing is NBD. Let’s focus on Detective Pikachu now.

Art isn’t created in a vaccuum.

It’s created near a Starbucks.

Today, the Internet exploded in response to some coffee weaseling its way into Westeros.

“How could this have happened?” type-A people lamented. “How could no one have seen that?”

It’s Starbucks’ brand saturation being so heavy that no one sees it any more. My hypothesis is that effective branding is like a mind-worm. It becomes so part of your life that you fuse with it.

Like, for example, what’s that thing you blow your nose with? Quick. It’s a Kleenex®, right? And that thing you use when you have a cut? A Band-Aid®, yeah? You rarely call the former “tissues” or the latter “adhesive bandages.”

The word “Starbucks” is basically just a synonym for “coffee” at this point.

Camera and continuity people were looking around the shot for things that are clearly off — like, for example, a character looking at an iPhone. Did people in the middle ages talk on iPhones? No. But did they drink something with their meal? Sure.

As errors go, I’m giving this one a pass. I didn’t even notice it.

Plus, if they can afford to animate dragons, they can afford to edit this out for the DVDs.

Meanwhile, here are 5 other things I’ve looked up recently besides “Game of Thrones Starbucks Cup”:

What’s the new Notre Dame going to look like?
Maybe this.

How’s Detective Pikachu faring on Rotten Tomatoes?
Pretty well.

What’s going on with Kevin Spacey?
He pled not guilty on felony charges 4 months ago.

(sorta related to previous) What are the statutes of limitations for various crimes?
I’m probably going to get onto some kind of federal watchlist just for wondering this, but anyway, here’s the answer for Pennsylvania.

How do you tell the Property Brothers apart? 
Left-handed vs right-handed, obviously.

You’re welcome, Internet.

Bad Sex, Murder Mommies, Sketches, and Hanukkah: 5 Links

Things I Have Drawn is a father meticulously Photoshopping his children’s illustrations into reality.

The Guardian’s annual Bad Sex Awards are live. This gloriously NSFW article has snippets of 2018’s worst sex scenes from otherwise “literary” novels.  (Please note that all of these authors are men.)

If you want another good dose of Morning Yikes, check out My Mother Taught Me To Kill. It’s written by a guy serving a life sentence for murdering a bunch of people with his mom.

^ via my brother: My Modern Met writes about José Naranja‘s intense travel notebooks. They make me want to fill my sketchbooks’ space more efficiently, and also to improve my handwriting.

From McSweeney’s:  I’m Hanukkah and I’m Living My Best Life so Deal With it. Thought I’d leave you on an uplifting note after all that murder and bad sex.

Art History: 5 Pictures of Hairy Mary Magdalene

I was meandering through medieval paintings for inspiration (as one does), I fell into a pit of hairy ladies.

I guess we can check that fantasy off my bucket list, am I right?

So what was happening with this very fluffy dame?

Turns out it’s Mary Magdalene, former prozzie and Jesus’ homegirl.

According to some religious historians, Mary’s hair was a reaction to the sun. After Jesus passed away, she wandered off into the desert to, you know, repent or think or whatever. Instead of getting a sunburn — as people typically do — she developed a pelt. In an era before sunblock, people had to find creative solutions.

The patriarchy intended the coif to reflect her carnality. Her locks were an externalization of her sin.

If this could happen to her, it could happen to you, you dirty girl, you.

But hey, I dig Mary’s top-to-toe mane.

We’re body positive around here.

My Top 5 Inktober Paintings

Inktober is the annual tradition of spending a month trying to bend liquid pigment to your will.

Imagine: the days are long; the nights are dark; and you are covered in ink. Your fountain pen is clogged and so is the space under your fingernails. You aren’t sure you’re going to survive to Halloween, but you do. Even though the challenge is over, you still have a hundred-yard-stare. Ink is hard. And you’re not sure you’ve improved much at all.

I do this to myself every year.

This year was particularly intense because my husband wanted me to make a wall of them and use it for part of our haunted house. I couldn’t back out. I had to come through for the sake of our Halloween party.

Let’s all look at my favorite piece:

This is Hadwin. He’s a vampire learning to fly. His entire life, Hadwin listened to stories of great flying raids. He drew pictures of himself flying. He bounced on trampolines, waiting for his moment. Now that he’s finally able to transform, he’s realized: he’s afraid of heights.

Sometimes the things you want most in life turn out to be things you don’t like at all. For example, I’d always dreamed of being a successful New York City designer. Then I tried to move to New York. I realized that I didn’t like New York.

Ah well. I did Inktober from a cornfield. Nobody’s perfect.

Here are my 4 runners-up: 

We gave away these paintings (and the other 20+ of them) at a party, and all four of the these were taken.

Yes, that includes the screaming, shirtless, chest-hair-saturated bunny-man. That piece is hanging on someone’s wall right now. One of my friends apparently thought, “oh yes, this angst goes perfectly with my décor.”

Ah, the malaise that a Leah Lucci Original™ can bring into your home. Accept no substitutes.

5 Unpopular Opinions, Illustrated

Like a moldy bridge, the Internet has trolls lurking underneath. Reddit: Unpopular Opinions is a particularly fetid spot for these mouth-breathers. It’s simmering with people ready to spew their most bigoted thoughts in the name of edginess/independence from the norm. 5 examples spotted today (June 14th) include:

“Cultural appropriation is a joke.”

“African Americans are the greatest beneficiaries of slavery.”

“I don’t think grocery stores should provide motorized wheelchairs for disabled customers.”

“Drunk sex is not rape.”

“If you’re a Vet and you’re struggling then you’re not trying.”

Last week (June 7th), here were a few winners… that I decided to go ahead and illustrate:

My favorite: the torture-porn Saw franchise outlines some good parenting strategies. I couldn’t stop laughing at this one.

Strong disagree. Counterargument:

Anyway…

The words “crusty” and “moist” are so obviously worse.

This feels classist? Possibly racist? Definitely shitty — no pun intended.

More like: Fuck that opinion.

Everyone made fun of the Bachelor girl who liked the Olive Garden, but I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t love it.

Monsters. Monsters everywhere.