Comic for Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

Posted: 7:45 am, Wednesday, March 19th

Part of the problem of building up something like Rob: The Show, even slightly, is then living up to it. But here we go, anyway.

I'm pretty psyched about the archives of SI being put online. I'm totally going to go back and read about the Era of Ara and pretend that the administration never forced Lou out. Speaking of, God, isn't it about time for spring practice to start? We've got another whole week? I think some of the Southern schools are already done with theirs. Lord.

And I am jazzed for the big George Mason game tomorrow. I see a lot of talk of the Irish making the Sweet Sixteen on the interwebs. That would be a great season for the team. Realistically, I think the cap for Irish basketball is Sweet Sixteen year-in and year-out, maybe with a run to the Eight every once in a great while. This, of course, will ameliorate everyone if the Goddamn football team would gets its act together and win ten games every year like they're supposed to. (By the way, ameliorate was evidently the word of the day on dictionary.com on July 16, 1999. How 'bout that?)

2.0 and I just ripped on through the second season of Arrested Development. God, that show was brilliant.

Got an interview at an ad firm today, so we'll see how that goes. Spirits are high around Five Bucks World HQ, despite the gray skies currently over the 718. Oh, also, I learned the other day that the play The Heights is about Washington Heights. I'd always thought it was about Brooklyn Heights. I don't know why anyone would write a play about Brooklyn Heights, so I should've figured this out.

Anyway, that's really all I've got. Back to melting down softball plaques and making crossbow bolts out of them. If that strikes you as excessively weird, blame one of my former coworkers, it was his idea.

bullfrog

Bullfrog -- Wednesday, March 19 2008, 07:50 am

Man, I wish this article had come out about a year ago.

http://www.slate.com/id/2186786/

I took a five-hour driver's safety course last year to get my insurance rates down after a speeding ticket (fucking Junious Pond, NY), and some of the reactionary toolbags from my hometown we grousing about the environmental dangers of a Prius. Being completely unfamiliar with the crap they were citing (which sounded ridiculous), I had little to say other than, "I believe you're wrong."

Best of luck on the interview.

I've heard of beating your swords into plow shears, but never melt your softball trophies into crossbow bolts.

The CheneyBot is evidently still functioning.

http://thelede.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/03/19/cheney-unconcerned-by-iraq-wars-unpopularity/index.html

I just don't have words.

Pop tarts... I think they're grossly underrated. Just this week I've tasted them again for the very first time, and boy, I don't know why I've stayed away all these years.

Frog, you should consider this a worthy question to ask during that part toward the end of the interview when the person asks if you have any questions for him/her. I think "Does the vending machine have pop tarts?" shows that you're a serious candidate, but not too serious.

So, Ron's totally going to be throwing a brick onto the stage in a minute, right?