Comic for Monday, May 2nd

Posted: 9:00 am, Monday, May 2nd, 2005

I am as sick as death right now, which sucks because this is a concept week and I kind of need to explain. But I'm really in no condition to. I spent almost all of yesterday in bed - missing my uncle's show, which sucked - and am only here today because, well, I can only assume that my brain has melted due to my fever. Nothing I have to do at the office could possibly be important enough to drag myself in here today.

Anyway, the basic concept this week: Song lyrics describing the characters. I really feel bad giving only that much of a description here, but, really, I'm quite sick right now. Ron's song today is Bright Eyes' Don't Know When But a Day's Gonna Come, one of the most depressing frigging songs I've ever heard in my life. But Ron's pretty depressive, and the part I excerpted here is kind of nice.

So, two years ago, May 2nd was a beautiful, beautiful day outside. I woke up, saw that it was seventy-five or eighty and sunny, and promptly called in sick. It was a Friday, so my boss probably knew I wasn't actually sick, but whatever. I played Grand Theft: Vice City (which I had just gotten at the time) for a few hours, and then hiked all around Astoria - I went to the library and took out the God-awful The Deed (by the editor-in-chief of Maxim, it's about as good as you'd expect something written by the editor-in-chief of Maxim would be... best summed up by the author's bio in which he dedicates the book to all the whacky denizens of his city, and then it says he lives in the 'burbs of Jersey in the next sentence), Rollerbladed to the park and read most of it, called Sweaty to brag that I was playing hooky, got a medium twist with rainbow sprinkles (my personal sign of summer), grabbed a slice, and eventually headed into Manhattan to hang with the girls because one of them was moving back home the next day. They dragged me dress shopping, got some cupcakes, and then we went to the midnight showing of the Lizzie McGuire Movie (opening day, no less), and eventually made it home at four in the morning or so. I had a basketball tournament bright and early the next morning, so I rolled back into Manhattan after maybe four hours of sleep. We got our ass handed to us in the first round (not surprising) and headed to the bar, where we arrived before noon and left after dark. It was a tremendously long and excellent weekend that involved basically all of my New York City friends at the time (I think CK and the work people were the only ones left out), and, for me, marked the end of maybe four months of depression and uncertainty. I was at any moment a hair's breadth from skipping town and moving to LA, where I would have absolutely nothing in particular to do but I wouldn't be living in a basement in Queens. Beginning with that May 2nd, the Year of the Frog really kicked into high gear, and it more or less took my life with it. I got in shape, moved out of the basement, fell in love, edited my book, traveled to Mexico, got an iPod... Yeah, everything really fell into place after that. And in such a radical way that I remember it all more or less starting on May 2nd. Cheers to you, May 2nd, cheers to you.

At least Billy Corgan's gone nuts. Check out the diary entry - it's all over the place.

E sent me this on Friday and it's an all-timer - OK, the DC Nationals' mascot is called Screech the Eagle. So the Washington Post for some reason got Dustin Diamond to do a webchat. The results are astounding.

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