Rich Dick

WGA Strike

Steve Agee from the Sarah Silverman Program posted this great photo of the cast (and Andy Richter) at today’s picketing at Universal Studios.

For everyone who has noticed that I’m posting a lot about the writers strike, yet have virtually ignored all other news items, like that Iraq thing or Senator Wide Stance, what can I say? I care more about laughs than lives. Now I’m gonna put that on a sign and march up and down my street.

Street Sweeping Synchronicity

The way November is lined up on the calendar, the first Wednesday and second Thursday of the month occurred in the same week. This means both sides of my street get sweeped in the same week, followed by an off week. I’m currently building a street sweeping orrery to calculate when this will happen again.

Sorry for wasting your time with this nonsense. If you have more time to waste, why not have a gay guy waste it for you in a video by Bob Odenkirk:

Writers’ Guild Strike

It’s gonna suck for me, an avid TV and movie junkie, but I wholeheartedly support them. They’re rarely celebrated and poorly compensated, but without them, all we’d have to watch is reality television and shitty YouTube videos. They’re just asking for a tiny fraction of the DVD and internet profits made from the shows and movies that they created. Like almost all giant corporations, the studios are being greedy dicks.

One day I hope to break out of this alt-comix slum and get a real job in television, or whatever internet-TV hybrid develops in the next couple years. I’d like that job to actually pay enough for me to do bona fide adult things, like buy a house or develop a bitchin’ coke habit.

It’s a shame that most of the other American unions have been fragmented to the point that the impact of their strikes are almost negligible. I firmly believe everyone who performs a certain trade should participate in one single union. With only a handful of corporations dominating the market, a unified labor force is the only thing that can keep them in check.

Blah, blah, blah. I bet half of you dummies think I sound like Karl Marx. Well laugh it up dummy. Laugh it up all the way to your 60 hour work week.

Not that anyone offered, but I won’t scab and sell my fart jokes to any show. Please, oh please, someone on a show take note of my un-dickishness and read my specs once this shiz comes to an end.

Thanks Again Red Sox!

The novelty of the Red Sox winning twice in my lifetime hasn’t worn off yet. But I’ll restrain myself from doing another cartoon like this should winning become a regular thing for them. I’m still catching up on all the work I shirked during the playoff run, but I can see the end and will soon start work on all sorts of fun stuff.

It’s a good thing they won though. The cartoon I was working on before this ended up being a little too close to a Mr. Show sketch for my liking.

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