Comic for Tuesday, May 29th, 2007

Posted: 7:00 am, Tuesday, May 29th

My mom, who loves Tim Russert with kind of a really weird affection, told me about this guy the other day. She said she'd never vote for someone like that. And that she thinks Russert is a Sox fan. Which I'm not actually sure about... I do know that he went to Boston Collitch, which is dubious, at best. But he did speak at ND's gravitation a few years ago, classing the joint up immensely after a certain steaming pile of shit did so in 2001.

So, back in '96 or '97, whenever this ad came out, I remember thinking, "Man, that's how I want to live my life."

To that point, I had lived in the woods, on the campus of Notre Dame, and in the heart of downtown Rome, out of a hotel. I didn't know that this is actually how things work in big cities, such as New York. But it seemed like a good way to live life, anyway. So I thought of that ad when 2.0 and I totally scored two sweet bookcases Sunday evening on the way back from dinner. They were a bit dinged up, but were made out of real wood and hold a lot more books than the two Ikea "BILLY"s that we had. Which are now on the sidewalk outside of our apartment, thus continuing the Circle of Furniture.

By the way, I used to have the mp3 of that song. "Da Da Da," by Trio.

The rest fall off in quality, but I really liked the first page of these Photoshop Phriday children's books. I totally remember-ish the one where it rains meatballs. (I remember reading it - aside from it raining meatballs, I don't really recall the plot.)

How fantastically creepy is this job ad?

Apparently, Manny, Wake and Schill are lending their faces to wine for charity. I - I just don't know anymore.

Everyone have a good holiday weekend, by the way? I got shit-tons done, and managed to find a lot of time for maxin' relaxin' all cool, too. We've got the biggest buffer in the history of strip here at Five Bucks World Headquarters, I believe, and some other stuff is in the hopper. With my early-dismissal Friday, 2.0 and I went to the park, ate a sammich, and took a nap. We were awakened only to go drinking at the GYC, which has unfortunately a) upped the price of PBRs and b) greatly narrowed the choices of their grill. No burgers? No smoked knock? Wtf, man? Way to curb my enthusiasm. Oh, by the way, I know a lot of folk probably were away and out having lives and stuff this weekend, and may have missed the kid who killed a thousand-pound wild hog. Holy shit.

Anyway, I just realized I'm rambling about nothing interesting whatsoever, and don't really have anything else to stick up here for you all to read. So, uh, I'll smell you later.

bullfrog

Bullfrog -- Tuesday, May 29 2007, 09:08 am

According to the Daily News, crime is about to skyrocket in the city, and 2.0 and I will be able to move into a much bigger apartment.

http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/baseball/yankees/2007/05/29/2007-05-29_citys_in_funk_as_bombers_bombing-1.html

I swear, every single time you post a link to craigslist, by the time I click on it, it's been flagged/deleted. Just never fails!

It was hilarious. It was something for a graphic design position with a lingerie company, that only women could apply for, and you had to include a photo. The guy said, "I'll explain what the photo is for." Rrrright.

1,050 Lb hog... 8 feet long???!!!!

I guess living in Suburbia all my life has jaded me... I didn't think there was "country" out there enough for something that big to roam.

Holy crap.

No kidding. Arkansas's mascot is intimidating to me for the first time I can remember, now.

I was going to suggest that this hog is on HGH or steroids, but then I thought, why would a hog need on human growth hormones or steroids anyway?

Porcine growth hormones?