Comic for Monday, July 9th, 2007

Posted: 7:00 am, Monday, July 9th

My new contacts came in the mail on Friday, which is good, because I get tired looking at the computer screen all day with my glasses on. I order contacts with ludicrous infrequency - I think I'd been wearing the last set of my biweekly disposables for maybe eight months. I know, I know, I'm going to go blind, but thankfully my inability to keep my mouth shut will probably result in my death long before old contacts can eat away at my eyes. Anyway, they redesigned the boxes that my contacts come in, and it's really quite snazzy now and much more compact. Good work, Biomedics. Of course, because I replace my contacts so infrequently, I could be congratulating you on something that happened months ago.

This is the Coke ad that Mara's mentioning in the second panel

which I booed the first time I saw in a movie theater, because it was right at the beginning of the now-omnipresent practice of running ads before the movies. I've also previously mocked the ad, here, but unfortunately it was before YouTube, so I couldn't find the ad to totally ape the script. I came pretty close operating from memory, though. (Holy shit, have I gotten better at this in two and a half years. Yikes, I put that on the internet for people to look at?)

I just nailed the hell out of my shin on my desk. Wow, it's bruised already. Ow.

Oh, man, the hot dogs from that pawn shop seriously are awesome. 92 cents for a quarter-pound hot dog. Great deal.

I was looking for something else, but this is a nice pic of my local movie house. The main reason I was looking through that site was because the dude who owns the used book shop on 7th Ave is selling the bizness, and I was wondering what was publicly known about it. Maybe I'll win the lottery in the next few weeks and buy a bookstore.

Footloose sure was a ridiculous movie.

Go Fug Yourself is showing a surprising amount of heart when it comes to the Potter gang. I picked up books 2 and 3 yesterday from the aforementioned used book shop, so I'll have succeeded in re-reading the entire series, completely out of order, before the release of book 7 in under two weeks. I am seriously a champion, let there be no doubt.

Good fun with Shitwit and his use of clemency/pardons in the past. And for the entirety of the remained of my political rant for the day: Yikes, Fred Thompson! Nice work!

Alright, softball tonight, workaworkaworka rest of the week. We did our good labor over the weekend, getting more Pig Roast stuff checked off the list, entertaining my parents for an evening while they visited, and helping my buddy move out of his hole of an apartment and into a much nicer apartment just outside of an area where 2.0 saw multiple Latin Kings tags. Good times!

bullfrog

Bullfrog -- Monday, July 9 2007, 08:18 am

EDSBS tricked some morans on sports radio into reading one of their stories as if it were gospel.

http://www.everydayshouldbesaturday.com/?p=3584

The best is towards the end when the idiots all pretend to not have been fooled by it. Dear God, the intelligence is just staggering.

I never really gave the Pavilion's sign much thought until now. It is quite nice.

Really it was only one Latin King tag.

Is it bad form to link to another webcomic in the comments section? I guess it's okay since it is one of your links. Anyway, I found this Daily Dinosaur from last week to be extremely hilarious:

http://www.qwantz.com/archive/001027.html

...and that Daily Dinosaur pretty much sums up my relationship.

Thanks KT!

..Hey!

OK, it's a bit more than that...

I'm just joshing.

I have had a stunning array of symptoms today. First my stomach was cramped so bad I could barely sit up. Then I was feverish and clammy. And now I have a headache. I'm half-expecting a visible rash during the subway home and then to wind up the evening with a nice bout of leprosy.

Jeremiah and illness do not mesh well.

Once when he had the flu I returned from grocery store to find him weeping in front of the TV. He was absolutely beside himself, and when I asked him what the matter was he couldn't muster the words. I looked at the TV to see if there was some sappy story on TV that had inspired this crying jag.

It was the Simpsons--the episode--I believe--where Marge considers leaving Homer. An episode he had obviously seen before and knew the outcome of. Not to mention we're talking about a couple of cartoons.

Yeah, I took his temperature after that to make sure his brain wasn't boiling. I think it was 101

I never get sick, so it's kind of a mess when I do. I really thought I may have appendicitis this morning.