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Comic for Friday, January 7, 2005
Posted: 8:58 am, Friday, January 7th, 2005 Thank God it's fucking Friday - this week has been brutal. It's not aided by the morning television telling me about the little punk kids having their schools closed, and then getting to work and my mother e-mailing me and telling me her school's closed and there's not ever that much snow on the ground. Bleh! I mentioned this a few weeks back, Grafe's got a column in the Charlotte Observer these days. According to the man, it runs the first Thursday of every month in 2005. Yesterday was Thursday, so here's the first column by C. William. I have no idea what that's about, it could be what Grafe goes by professionally, if only I would think to ask and not just keep calling him Grafe all the time. Grafe agreed to have his secretary forward me the greatest hits of his hate mail, and I'll pass the savings right on to you (if that's cool, Grafe). Oh, and by secretary, I mean girlfriend. In case Katie reads this. Anyway, rock on, C. William. This evidently happened a few days ago, but it's the first I noticed it oot and aboot the web. That irrepressible rascal Tom DeLay evidently thought that this reading was appropriate at a Congressional prayer service on Tuesday. In case you're too busy to read the link, it's a passage from Matthew about a house built on the rock of the Church standing, and a house built not on the rock of the Church being washed away in a flood. I hope Tom DeLay is fed to a thousand starving people of any faith other than Christianity. Or, hell, starving Christians can eat him, too. Just friggin' somebody do it. Onto the lighter side, the LA Times dropped Garfield. I'm pretty happy about that - I used to like Garfield, but that was when I was in third grade and Jon still roomed with his bachelor buddy Lyman. Lyman cracked me up. Then there's this:
If there's ever been no need for a punchline, I'd say it's right about ... now. Also, importantly, Henry Rollins has a show on IFC. Wild. bullfrog |
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