Comic for Tuesday, May 9th

Posted: 9:00 am, Tuesday, May 10th, 2005

One of E's friends was singing along to this song on our drive to Providence. I was kind of appalled. The song itself isn't terrible, I guess, but Ryan Adams is such a self-absorbed prick, it drives me crazy. By the way, I'm a little over 150 strips into the run of Five Bucks to Friday, and this is the first I've ever shown Ron trying to get some writing done. Which is about how much writing I myself have gotten done lately.

See, this right here is why Democrats lost the South. We're all Northeastern liberal intellectuals, they're just poor schleps gettin' by humpin' their mules. I am so, so sorry that I am not making this up. It does remind me of Kevin Sisson telling one of our eighth grade history teachers (Mr. Kimball, whom I did not have ever, thank God) that seventy percent of boys lose their virginity to famn animals. This site also has some text from an Alan Colmes interview with crazy-ass Fred Phelps of godhatesamerica.com. Speaking of, 2.0 and I were watching Face the Nation on Sunday, and they flashed some ridiculous poll or something where McCain would beat Hillary in a presidential election but Hillary had 48% of the Dems' backing, or whatever, then Kerry at 20% and Edwards at 19%. Anyway, then it goes to the Republicans, where it was Giuliani, Jeb Bush (fucking, go away!) and McCain all with 15-28%. But then it got interesting. Rick Santorum, the man so virulently anti-gay that Dan Savage named a disgusting sexual by-product after him, had 9%, Bill Frist, who should be defrocked or whatever a doctor is for his diagnosis of Terry Shiavo without actually meeting the patient, had 8%, and then it gets to some other minor crazies. Santorum? Santorum is even being considered for office? That would be fantastic. Please, GOP, run Santorum. Savage Love would become even more of a weekly must-read.

For no particular reason, I spent some time dicking around the JK Rowling site yesterday - I guess maybe to see if anything's turned up concerning Book 6, which we're a little over a month from. Nada, but I found some spell ingredients on the site and was rewarded with some extra content. So that was fun.

RetroCrush saw and reviewed Episode III the other day. Robert Berry's taste in film runs roughly akin to mine, as I've observed a few times, and he hated everything about the film, which makes me feel secure in giving it a pass. In an alternate universe, Harry Knowles saw Episode III and seemed to have a religious experience of some sort.

2.0 will hate this - Gamespy's got the first look at this year's installment of NCAA football. Apparently, you can create an athlete and then go to a combine and get scholarship offers and stuff, and you operate out of the kid's dorm room and can date. This is all very weird out of a football game, but 2.0 got a kick out of the dating aspect of San Andreas. I doubt I can convince her to watch me play collitch football, though. Although she did watch me play Zelda on my Nesticle over the weekend. I'm on the second quest - can't find the fourth labyrinth to save my life.

Krudler is riding high in first place despite being pretty thoroughly mediocre in most categories. The owner of Stan Papi has proposed a trade of Brad Lidge and Octavio Dotel for Josh Beckett. We could use the saves - we have three and are in second-to-last in that category (somebody has none) - and this is better than the ridiculous trade Papi tried to offer us a few weeks back, but we've decided that Stan Papi is kind of a dick and are just going to let him hang on this one. We're doing well enough in all other categories that we can kind of ignore the saves department for a while. Besides, Lidge and Dotel close for the Astros and A's, respectively, and neither team really figures to find itself in too many save situations any time soon.

Apparently, Marquette's changing their mascot from the Golden Eagles to the Gold. The natives, they are not happy.

The Sports Guy is finally returning from his baby-induced hiatus today tomorrow at noon in an on-line chat. Thank God, I need something to read.

And I'm remiss for not having run this on Friday, but I'll cop to the illness for an excuse. C. William had his monthly Observer article about the folly of a self-sustained NASCAR museum. He did a good job not attacking the inanity of NASCAR itself, I thought.

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