I met the great and mighty Frank. Despite an introduction from somebody what’s worked with him and Frank’s good natured Frankness, it was the usual fanboy anticlimax as I couldn’t think of anything good to say, and then my camera failed to work when I got to pose with him. But I can say at least that he’s meeting with Joel next week; what for, I honestly don’t know. Also, he really does want to know if you ordered Cinematic Titanic yet. And despite being a regular reader of Cartoon Brew, and having a well worn copy of one of his books, I had even less to say to co-producer Jerry Beck.

The show itself was solid. The awful cartoons are a lot more entertaining with an audience laughing in disbelief than in their online episodes, where they can be more baffling. Between the standard benefits of live theater and the expansion to a full performance rather than the few minutes you get in the online show, the show gets a lot more momentum and the characters rise a bit above their simple textbook psychiatric disorders. I will say I was a little disappointed that during the ‘Dry Heaves’ song, Frank didn’t direct any of his heaves towards our side of the stage (Why didn’t I think to mention that when I was talking to him? Damn you hindsight!) They’ve got shows coming up in New York on February 19th and March 11th, and you should go. And since I’ve already seen it, you cappers who are afraid of running into me there probably don’t have to worry.

Anyway, watch this space for my other encounter of the Brain kind from earlier this week, just as soon as the shadowrama from Mary Jo’s fridge arrives in the mail.

Order tickets here.  (Regular price $10 in advance, $15 at the door, two drink (or item as they call it) minimum.

Frank writes, stars as Moodsy the Clinically Depressed Owl, and co-produces Cartoon Dump, a literal dumping ground for the worst cartoons ever. Well worth a watch. That and some Little Boy Blue will help fill the void of IS.