Don Bluth and Shanley. My neckbeard problem. Annelise joins, and having watched Bluth's The Secret of NIMH (1982), we bring the recording equipment onto the porch and use this beloved hack's imagination to conjure some unexpected associations.

Egomaniacs of size and glamor: Courbet, Dread, and Hefner. A bunch of sex dorks.

Baby pod. Names we didn't go with. Intros. Then we get into it: new age hustlers, sketchy art hippies and bande dessinee gurus. First: lysergic torroidal-lattice freako painter Alex Grey, then the neon hustler Peter Max. Then a deeper cut, a Frenchman called Appel-Guery. We only begin to peel back this creep's onion-layers, so it's a to-be-continued...