Comic for Monday, November 27th, 2006

Posted: 7:35 am, Monday, November 27th

NYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH.

And that is all I have to say about the Irish game the other night. I was obviously hoping to run a different strip today - and so you know, I went the game without a strip scripted for today so that I didn't jinx us into a loss. Not that we needed the help. 2.0 remained in the 585 after our Thanksgiving feast and headed for the paper immediately upon waking yesterday, and then had to explain to her dad why I would basically be intolerable and inconsolable all day. And it's true, I basically just stayed in the apartment and drew all day, avoiding human contact admirably.

So! Excepting Saturday night, did everyone have a nice Thanksgiving? Are you all ready to go consume like a good American these next few weeks? We need to fill the coffers of companies that do all their production overseas, after all. Buy, buy, buy!

Speaking of shitty pop, man, did anyone see that "song" that Gwen Stefani performed the other day? It's not only worse than Hollaback Girl, it's actually worse than anything Fergie's ever done. Here's an appetizer: It samples the yodel from Sound of Music. Obviously. Gwen and Fergie are perversely exciting, really - we've got two over-produced divas recording music trying to more and more specifically target the LCD. It's like the musical Ali-Frazier of suck. Seriously, check this nonsense out:

WOW.

I performed my first karaoke, uh, performance the other night. After being dragged to a bar in Albany, it was revealed that a friend I hadn't seen in years was having a party at her house - five minutes from my house. Miffed, I lead a three-car caravan back homeward and was greeted with liquidy Jell-o shots and about nine billion country karaoke DVDs. You know? The Gambler has a whole lot of words I've never paid attention to before. It's this whole complicated story about some old gambler on a train giving this other guy advice. I had no idea.

I am without words at this one - probably NSFW, but there's no nudity or anything. It is the "How-To Girls" teaching.. calculus. Yeah.

God dammit, Rhema, couldn't you have caught maybe half of the passes that came your way?! Sorry, I was supposed to be done. Sorry. I'm good now.

I went running for the first time in friggin' forever yesterday, trying to do away with some of the two turkey's I've had in the past week. Oh, man, do I ever not have any wind right now. Beautiful day in Brooklyn yesterday, though (hence Mara only wearing a sweater in late November - and, hey, look, I finally got around to having the Astor Place cube in a strip).

More video fun - 2.0 hates the way I fold my shirts after a trip to the laundromat (really, "fold" would be more accurate), so I'm going to study this video and practice every day after work.

bullfrog