Comic for Thursday, March 24th

Posted: 9:10 am, Thursday, March 24th, 2005

One of 2.0's old roommates used to try and embroil her in this competition, evidently.

This just in: Evidently, if the Jets get their stadium built, NYC hosts the 2010 Super Bowl. Granted, the Post is the only place I've seen this reported yet, so it could be completely untrue. I still think they're going to have a helluva time building that stadium. For some reason, they shot down a public referendum on it (probably because it would get killed if put to a vote).

Yesterday's Peanuts (or the Peanuts of March 19, 1969, whichever you prefer) was fantastic. I like that keeping the ball low is one of Charlie Brown's secret to life. Which reminds me, It's the Easter Beagle, Charlie Brown! is on tomorrow night. I have that one on tape, it's not one of the better specials.

My friend Reina sent me this about a month ago, and somehow I ignored it. Ill Will Press does Flash movies about an ill-termpered ... something or other ... taking on a variety of issues, including the Atkins diet and Starbucks. There's sound, and cursing, so workaday Five Buckers may want to avoid it or come back later.

Eric thinks I should get into t-shirts. I've got to admit, I have thought of maybe one or two designs in the course of the strip, and may actually sit down and bang out some drawings for them eventually. In the meantime, this guy apparently does t-shirts for practically every webcomic out there. Including this one, Bored and Evil, which I had seen once before but ate up yesterday.

I've mentioned a few times that I finally got San Andreas, and will continue to mention it, because it is an awesome game. I know that listening to me talking about video games is almost as tedious as me talking about politics, and I'm sorry, but this game is just amazing. Anyway, the folks at 1up have an article about some user hacks of the Grand Theft series, including a multi-player version that's been made of the PC versions of the GTA3 and Vice City, and, more interestingly, an 8-bit version of the game. The guy who designed that also made a way to play some classic Sierra games on the Game Boy Advance. That would mean that I would buy a GBA right here on my lunch break, if only it were the SGI games and not the AGI ones. Oh well.

Does anyone have a horrible ex? You could nominate them for the Cruddy Award. I don't think I have anyone that could compete, and for your sake, I hope you guys don't, either. I'm sure someone's been dicked over badly enough, though.

I think I've seen some of Swoon's stuff... The Morning News checks in with some street artists to see what the deal is.

Wow, the Eyeliners are finally putting something new out. It always troubles me when a band I like that's pretty minor takes forever to put out a new album. Usually not a good sign.

Sports Guy wrote at length about Sly Stallone's reality show yesterday, including this awesome paragraph:

And that's an important point. My biggest problem with reality shows has been the people who appear on them – wanna-be celebs, wanna-be actors, wanna-be TV hosts, wanna-be models and just plain wanna-bes – who end up being about as unrealistic as you can get. Since they're shameless and conniving, it's impossible to trust any of them – like Jerry, the L.A. art dealer who proposed to Jen on "The Bachelorette" and got shot down on live television. You would think this was the most humiliating experience possible, but not for Jerry, who had the Jeff George Face going for about 10 seconds, followed by the "Wait a second, I'm a celebrity now, I can get anyone!" face. You can almost imagine him sipping a martini at the rooftop bar of the Hotel Mondrian and waiting for some bimbo to recognize him. These are the people who end up on reality shows. So it's becoming harder and harder to like them, unless they're making asses out of themselves.

Ahh, the Bachelorette.

Finally, RetroCrush has a haiku about Connect Four:

Connect Four, I win!
Where?  Here, Diagonally!
Pretty sneaky, sis!

Last time I played Connect Four, I kicked Tree's ass. His lady in turn kicked mine. Meaning that Tree needs a girl to stand up for him. (I may be mis-remembering that - maybe I kicked Lady Tree's ass and Tree kicked mine. Or, hell, maybe I lost to both of them. This in turns opens the possibility that I destroyed them both, leaving them wailing and lamenting and gnashing as I crushed their bones with my Connect Four mastery.)

My Whacky Week o' Mass starts tonight. By the time I'm home from Holy Thursday, burritos in hand, I want Louisville and the Illini to each be up by 20.

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