4.29.2006
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I do not understand this commercial.
Man, taco bell lady, why are you going to ask me if I want sauce and then not even listen to my answer? "Fire" is not spelled with the word "hot". None of the letters in the word "hot" are even in the word "fire" ANYWHERE. And then why are you going to pick THIS occasion not to give me fifty napkins like normal, so obviously with so much untouched hot sauce on my wrapper after I finish eating, that when I squeeze the wrapper into a ball, hot sauce just squirts out onto my pants? It was very difficult to clean with only three napkins! What is your problem? I ask for fire sauce, and you're just thinking, 'Oh yeah, I'm going to get hot sauce all OVER this guys hands.' That ain't nice. That's mean. I got enough problems. Clearly.
faces from: 'Hide and Seek', 'The Sporting Ladies', 'Portsmouth Dockyard', 'Beating the Retreat in the Tuileries Gardens', and 'Faust and Marguerite in the Garden' by Tissot.
I do not understand this commercial.
Man, taco bell lady, why are you going to ask me if I want sauce and then not even listen to my answer? "Fire" is not spelled with the word "hot". None of the letters in the word "hot" are even in the word "fire" ANYWHERE. And then why are you going to pick THIS occasion not to give me fifty napkins like normal, so obviously with so much untouched hot sauce on my wrapper after I finish eating, that when I squeeze the wrapper into a ball, hot sauce just squirts out onto my pants? It was very difficult to clean with only three napkins! What is your problem? I ask for fire sauce, and you're just thinking, 'Oh yeah, I'm going to get hot sauce all OVER this guys hands.' That ain't nice. That's mean. I got enough problems. Clearly.
faces from: 'Hide and Seek', 'The Sporting Ladies', 'Portsmouth Dockyard', 'Beating the Retreat in the Tuileries Gardens', and 'Faust and Marguerite in the Garden' by Tissot.
4.28.2006
on this sea-drift sun
what can you do?
So this week was of the 62.5 work-hour variety. That is fun and all, but having to get up at 5.3a I essentially have not talked to my muffin lips at all since sunday. I mean, it is a nice break from arguing, but still, the missing, it hurts in my feelings.
"Tell not my heart, Tell not
that savant of aching, that specialist of breaking,
for I doubt it should comprehend thy import."
This comic will update on Saturday, reader one and reader two, so maybe come back to check on it. Or just look for two comics on Monday.
faces from: 'The Sorceress' by Waterhouse.
what can you do?
So this week was of the 62.5 work-hour variety. That is fun and all, but having to get up at 5.3a I essentially have not talked to my muffin lips at all since sunday. I mean, it is a nice break from arguing, but still, the missing, it hurts in my feelings.
"Tell not my heart, Tell not
that savant of aching, that specialist of breaking,
for I doubt it should comprehend thy import."
This comic will update on Saturday, reader one and reader two, so maybe come back to check on it. Or just look for two comics on Monday.
faces from: 'The Sorceress' by Waterhouse.
4.27.2006
This does not happen in the past.
Rather soon after I thought of this joke, I realized that somebody else has probably made it already. And they have. But at least I didn't spend, god damn, five hundred words on it or whatever. Anyway somebody has already made EVERY JOKE, so FUCK IT.
I remember when I came up with my 'I like my women like I like my coffee, young and bound up with rope.' joke. And I was like, 'Damn, I hope this stays fresh for I guess ten years while I become a stand-up comedian despite not really wanting to be one?', but it did not happen. Everyone has made that joke eight times now.
Before the internet only like 20 people in the world were allowed to tell you jokes. And 19 of them always sucked. So it was basically very encouraging back them.
There are actually only four combinations of words left that have not been already used as the title of a webcomic. For real. I mean
OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED I HAVE A COLD-SORE ON MY THAT WRIGLY THING IN THE BACK OF THE MOUTH
Rather soon after I thought of this joke, I realized that somebody else has probably made it already. And they have. But at least I didn't spend, god damn, five hundred words on it or whatever. Anyway somebody has already made EVERY JOKE, so FUCK IT.
I remember when I came up with my 'I like my women like I like my coffee, young and bound up with rope.' joke. And I was like, 'Damn, I hope this stays fresh for I guess ten years while I become a stand-up comedian despite not really wanting to be one?', but it did not happen. Everyone has made that joke eight times now.
Before the internet only like 20 people in the world were allowed to tell you jokes. And 19 of them always sucked. So it was basically very encouraging back them.
There are actually only four combinations of words left that have not been already used as the title of a webcomic. For real. I mean
OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED I HAVE A COLD-SORE ON MY THAT WRIGLY THING IN THE BACK OF THE MOUTH
4.25.2006
Cupid
I thought, what's a really easy comic I can do, so I can go to bed finally -- and this is what I came up with? This comic has like two hundred words in it. That is way past the goal of six.
faces from: 'Love and the Maiden' by John Roddam Spencer Stanhope.
I thought, what's a really easy comic I can do, so I can go to bed finally -- and this is what I came up with? This comic has like two hundred words in it. That is way past the goal of six.
faces from: 'Love and the Maiden' by John Roddam Spencer Stanhope.
4.24.2006
Five and Two, part 4
In this life like weeds, Oh mist rolling in from the sea,
They aint made of nothin but Smiles in the sunshine.
Hey, look at that: Death can desaturate REALITY.
faces from: 'The Dance of Death' by Sidney Harold Meteyard.
In this life like weeds, Oh mist rolling in from the sea,
They aint made of nothin but Smiles in the sunshine.
Hey, look at that: Death can desaturate REALITY.
faces from: 'The Dance of Death' by Sidney Harold Meteyard.
