Comic for Monday, March 28th

Posted: 9:02 am, Monday, March 28th, 2005

Woof, sometimes, I say 'not much going on around the web today' and then come at you wtih about ninety links. Today, there is seriously not much going on around the web.

I found this little webcomic that's done by a dude who lives at my subway stop, according to nycbloogers, the Happy Freaking Ray of Goddamn Sunshine. Minimalist, but I really like it.

I don't think I knew Neckface was a national thing. Anybody non-NY have a Neckface sighting?

Journey into History reviewed Yirmumah on Friday, and this may be my favorite comic strip ever. (2.0, read it.) Also, this is not too far off my reaction to the scene in the first Spider-Man flick when he shoots webs without webshooters. I left out the hooker and coke, though. I always leave out the hooker and coke.

Something Awful's Fashion SWAT almost killed me on Friday. The third page - if you can make it past the third page, you've made it through the worst (best) of it.

RAW tells me that the OC used the term asshat last week. His immediate reaction was that asshat had now jumped the shark. This was verified by someone e-mailing Adult Swim telling them that they could no longer say asshat because the OC used it. RAW has ruled, RAW shall be obeyed. I may to slip and say it in conversation from time to time, but asshat shall no longer be used in these pages. And, just in case someone's a wise-ass and thinks that "jump the shark" has jumped the shark, "jump that shark" cannot jump the shark. It's like walking. Sure, people use the term walking a lot, but that's what it is. It's fucking walking. Jumping the shark is jumping the shark. That's all there is to it.

What is with people serving you food not understanding the modifier "just a little"? I got a falafel (the food, not the Bill O'Reilly sex toy) on Friday and told the guy "just a little" white sauce and "just a little" hot sauce. Get back to my desk, of course the effing thing is swimming in white sauce (hot sauce, he seems to have actually gone light on). Disturbing enough is that I've been eating these things for years without knowing was that white sauce actually is, but now I'm consuming a pond of the stuff. The bagel place in my neighborhood is the same. I told them "just a little" cream cheese, or "go easy on" the cream cheese for months, until 2.0 stumbled on the magic word. "Schmear." If you order a "schmear" of cream cheese, the bagel not only costs $2 instead of $3.35, but if has an amount of cream cheese on it appealing to a normal human being. Normally, the guys put about half a pound of the stuff on there and I wind up scraping most of it off. When I worked at Little Caesar's, I understood that "just a little" meant that the people actually just wanted a few peppers or whatever on there. Granted, no one ever asked for "just a little" of a topping. Every once in a while, "light sauce" or "light cheese" was requested, but it was pretty rare. Which probably directly relates to our nation's growing obesity epidemic, but I'm getting off topic now. Fucking, don't drown my falafel in mysterious white sauce.

Today is starting a storyline that's going to go on for quite a while. Sorry if you're object to that, but it kind of got away from me when I was writing it. (I originally wrote this one about two years ago, actually, in prose - as opposed to comic form - so that events leading one into another was kind of a more natural progression, instead of the relatively episodic nature of the gang's adventures here. I hope nothing earth-shattering comes up in the next few weeks that I feel the need to do a strip about, which is always a deterrent when I think about doing a long story.

Anyway, hope everyone had a nice weekend. As you can see, the raw fish on Friday night did not finish me off, nor did the lamb that I made yesterday for the first time. 2.0, also, is fine.

bullfrog