Comic for Thursday, March 31st

Posted: 9:08 am, Thursday, March 31st, 2005

I've been looking for a way to work Sunny Paine into a strip for a while now, but since the gang doesn't live in Brooklyn, like I do, it's been hard. Sunny seems to have the F staked out pretty well. 2.0 wonder if he's actually homeless, since he's never that dirty. I think she recently decided that he is, in fact, homeless. See, this would be a good time to have a forum in this stupid site. RAW and Wallace have both been trying to help me, but I'm a total friggin' luddite, evidently. I feel like how my parents feel trying to figure out the answering machine. All this cgi-bin and Perl crap. If every frigging Blogspot thing has one, it can't be that hard, right?

Fark was down for much of yesterday, which is the equivalent of a Defcom 6 situation for me. The links may suffer, or I may start talking about Moby-Dick. We'll see.

The Peanuts strips that are being rerun now are from the late 60s and are when the strip had everything clicking, like Pedro in '99. For God's sake, Charlie Brown needs electrolytes in this one. That's what Tree and I call our hangover-exorcising Gatorade. For me, this is like going through an old strip and seeing Lucy tell Linus that the only solution to his problem is more cowbell.

In the process of zinging me yesterday, RAW mentioned a bit he saw on A Current Affair about fainting goats. Sadly, the A Current Affair site is piss-poor and has no mention of fainting goats. So I went out and found this html nightmare, which is all about fainting goats.

Crownover sent me this, letting me know that apparently even the nice architecture in our fair city is not sacred.

More stuff about Not My President not allowing anyone who's not lockstep in on his town hall meetings. Three folks were apparently forced out of a Denver town hall meeting because of bumper stickers on their car. Which sounds a little odd, but certainly no one's surprised to hear about this.

Somebody at Middlebury grabbed a bunch of pulp covers and posted them. I love crap like like this - the books are undoubtedly awful, but the covers are rockin'. Gay Bar Slut, Matador of Shame, and Horizontal Secretary all sound brilliant. Then there's the Blade Runner poster in there, for some reason. This link from that page has even more of the stuff.

No Moby-Dick today, since I don't have time, but I will expound upon it at some point, I promise you. Instead, a random anecdote: For reasons ungodly, I am the coach of my company's softball team this summer. So I had to call together a pizza lunch yesterday, and everyone showed up and I made a rambling, semi-incoherent speech about how sucky our schedule is and how lame the league rules are and crap. It looks like we could be in for a long season - people already started grousing about the schedule and telling me which games they could or couldn't show up for. Our first game is April 12, so you guys can come along for the ride. It is sure to be agonizing.

bullfrog