Comic for Monday, March 7th - I'm back, baby!

Posted: 9:00 am, Monday, March 7th, 2005

Ah, it is good to be back. Unlike Ron, I am clicking on all cylinders right now - had a nice weekend and it is friggin' gorgeous outside. I got to wear Boecker instead of my winter jacket, listened to some Oasis on the way in, it's a bright, bright sunshining day.

As you know, Photoshop contests amuse the hell out of me. Perhaps it was because I had been away from the internet for a few days, but I was laughing out loud at both Photoshop Phriday and this Fark thread the other day.

Spider-man and Jesus are buddies. I don't know what's in the water in Portland, but I t - oh, wait, it's evidently mercury. That would explain this, I guess.

Wow, I can't wait to have this used on me next time I protest El Asshat.

Very glad to have all my driving done for a while, as gas is evidently going up a quarter.

i-Mockery has a thrilling write-up of a comic featuring the 70s-talking sons of Batman and Superman. Not Sons of Batman like in The Dark Knight Returns. The literal son of Batman. The whole comic is posted, and it is awesome from page 1. If Bush wrote comics, this is what he'd come up with.

Oh, Grafe's Charlotte Observer column ran on Thursday. He didn't mention his driving, which will give the people in Charlotte one less thing to complain about.

I got my Christmas bonus on Friday. You read that right. Friday.

This article drove me a little crazy. 50 Cent kicked the Game out of the G-Unit. The dude from XXL then gets involved, sounding like Jann Wenner in the Wilco documentary, giving stupid opinions about a really not-that-important topic. The reporting in this article makes it sound like a couple of high school girls getting pissed at each other because didyouhearwhatJanicesaidshetotallywasgoingtobeBFFwithSusanbutthenshewentandwasBFFwithChrissyinsteadandyouknowthatChrissyandSusancan'tstandeachotherandIcan'tbelieveshe'ddothattoSusan! God, give it a rest. You're all crappy rappers, it's OK. (I wrote that bit on Friday - unimaginably, that story was the fucking cover of the Post on Saturday. Fucking 50 Cent and the Game were the cover of the paper with perhaps the largest circulation in America's most metropolitan city. I just threw up in my mouth.)

Oh, a happy day-late birthday of unspecified number to one of my work buddies that I won't mention in case he doesn't want the attention, too. Mmm, vague!

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