Comic for Monday, January 29th, 2007

Posted: 8:50 am, Monday, January 29th

I actually drew Jen's arm holding the phone to her head in five increasingly exaggerated positions in the fifth panel, but it never really became clear what was going on. But her arm's there, trust me.

How was everyone's weekend, good? Good. Three of my friends aged this weekend - Dan, E and Spacegirl, in order - and it went largely unobserved by me, limited to a text message each. While easier on my liver than this was back in collitch, it's still a shame. I remain calmed by the fact that each of the three of them are now, statistically, closer to the icy grasp of death than I am. Well, technically, I suppose only Dan is, since women live longer than men, but I can only imagine that E and Spacegirl, both pursuing careers in law, will be gunned down in court at some point, no doubt in a highly publicized and thoroughly unimportant Trial of the Century.

A morbid kickoff to the week, evidently. Did someone say 'kickoff'? Whooooo, Super Bowl!

By the way, 2.0 had the radio on while she in the shower yesterday and either this was on NPR for some reason, or I had left it on ESPN radio, but evidently the Sox are investigating Todd Helton for Mike Lowell and Julian "I Am Insane and Also and Orc" Tavarez? Geez, Theo, pull the trigger on that one immediately. Oh, wait, the Rockies, not being entirely stupid, are asking for MDC and Hansen. I'd be willing to part with Manny Delcarmen, but not Hansen. And we need a decent prospect thrown in there, too, if you're taking Hansen from us. I think we're actually in the better bargaining position on that one, since we don't actually *need* Helton, it would just be pretty sweet to have him. Also, great, CNNSI underwent a crappy ESPNriffic makeover. Fantastic, I was hoping ads would be more prominently placed.

I actually looked at the internet almost not at all over the weekend, gang, so I have nothing to provide you here. Nor did I watch the news or do anything of particular interest to a not-me population. 2.0 and I took a whirlwind tour of the (locked) Catholic churches of Historic Kingston, New York's first capital, yesterday, and I also finally beat that model airplane mission in San Andreas. Aside from that, the highlight of the weekend was Kiss Kiss Bang Bang coming through Netflix. I really enjoyed the shit out of that movie, and can only imagine that it was burtally mismarketed by the studio when it came out (I remember seeing the trailer in the theater - I think they really played up the fact that Val Kilmer's character is gay, to the sacrifice of just about everything else in the movie)(2.0 and I talked through a re-cut of the trailer in about five minutes, and came up with a much better one). Anyway, it's a modern noir (much more lighthearted than Brick) set in LA and very consciously modeled after Raymond Chandler's works (or possibly more accurately Mickey Spillane's works), and is just a great, fun movie. Rent it immediately. Also, and I believe Tree told me this months ago because I don't believe anyone else would remember this song, it features Smoke City's Mr. Gorgeous and Miss Curvaceous during a party scene, which is an awesome song.

OK, that's it. Work's an evil manifestation of horribleness, so I should get going.

bullfrog

The Irish actually won a close game! although they did their darndest to lose it at the end. Anyone else watch it Saturday? I'm increasingly depressed by how our lack of a point guard who knows what he's doing makes us just look as if we're playing pick-up ball every time we're on offense. And Colin Falls needs to learn how to do something other than just stand outside the 3-point line waiting for someone to feed him the ball at the right minute. Work for some shots sometimes, Colin.

Trust me, there is no Trial-of-the-century in my immediate future. But, thanks Bullfrog for the 9th consectutive year of reminding me I am an "old bag".

You beat Supply Lines? On PS2? When did you acquire these godlike powers?

I don't think I called you an old bag on your 20th birthday. Largely because I don't believe we spoke that day.

As for Supply Lines, I last Thursday evening scale the highest peak in Prospect Park to speak to the Sage of the Mount, who sent me into the Quaker cemetery at midnight to exhume the corpse of one Malcolm John Smythe, whose golden tooth endows the bearer with superhuman abilities. Using these, I did destroy all five of Berkeley's couriers before the Red Baron ran out of gas.

Or I just lucked into it. The pisser is that the mission that it unlocks is so ridiculous easy that I wasted half the timer trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do and still beat it with about a minute and a half to spare.

Pressing ctrl-alt-down flips my laptop screen over. How 'bout that?!

Cool! ctrl-alt-left or right also makes it go side to side.

I can't wait for someone at work to leave their desk for a few minutes so that I can mess with them.

Holy shit, guys.

The Swedi Mind Trick took that in a whole different direction than I was going.

But he speaks the truth.