Comic for Wednesday, March 9th

Posted: 9:00 am, Wednesday, March 9th, 2005

I've got some errands to run on lunch - especially now that it's snowing out, God I love snow - so this is going to be pretty brief and rapid fire. I'm doing this a lot lately, I know. (Of course, every time I say it's going to be brief, I rattle off a thousand words about my breakfast or some nonsense like that.)

Filmforce.ign.com isn't the most concrete source, and after the Casino Royale crapola that went down I doubt this can be true, but the idea of Tarantino directing a Friday the 13th has me very verklempt.

Doonebury, having wrapped up a storyline on file-sharing, is giving Hunter his due. Duke is pretty much his own person thirty-one years after being introduced as Zonker's catatonic uncle.

Which brings me to a bunch of links of print comics that I try and stay up on - E and I were discussing this on the phone the other night. I hardly ever read the paper anymore, and when I do, it's usually the Times, which has no comics page. But I'm rededicating myself to following some of my old favorites, including the Boondocks (I can't believe MacGruder got away with the strip I just linked to), Fox Trot, Get Fuzzy, Pearls Before Swine (my father loves this strip and routinely butchers the Sunday strips trying to tell me about them over the phone), and Peanuts (even though it's in perpetual reruns, what with Schulz being dead and all). E referred me to Candorville the other day - Sunday's strip in particular. So far, so good.

I think I've linked to Call of the Green Monster a few times, but the article they ran on the Sox going to meet Asshat was pretty good. Man, of all the days for me to have access to cable and time to watch SportsCenter five times, it had to be the day that fucking chump was being presented a jersey by my team. In case you're wondering, yes, it's extremely hard for me to root for Schilling any more. One of every five days, I wish him well. The rest of the time, he's dead to me.

bullfrog