Happy new year. I hope it doesn’t suck. And maybe Kissinger will follow Ford’s lead and fucking die already.
Next Week: Surge!
Happy new year. I hope it doesn’t suck. And maybe Kissinger will follow Ford’s lead and fucking die already.
Next Week: Surge!
There will be no lists, recaps, or ruminations on the year that was. It was better than most, but still thoroughly disappointing. I realize this bleakness is a New Year’s cliche, but it was either that, or some more crap from YouTube.
I hope 2007 sees the end of long-winded, self-important pontificating from everyone on the planet. Time’s “You of the Year” just might signal the end of our collective internet circle jerk. We can only hope.
Also, I called an audible and changed this week’s cartoon after telling you about it in last week’s commentary. I’m fickle.
Sorry this is late. I was very lazy about fixing a typo in this cartoon and didn’t want to post the stupid version. Have a nice week, and remember, there is no law that says you have to return things the day after Christmas. Take a break, for Christ’s sake!
Next Week: Year End Joke Dump
Hey Craig,
Should I be excited about this insanely hyped Japenese fellow, Matsuzaka, or should I save my money and go to one bajillion Brockton Rox games instead? This question’s open to anyone else who has opinion.
For the curious, right now I have a wait and see attitude, but am no longer willing to believe budgeting has any effect on Prince Theo’s reasoning. Johnny was small potatoes compared to this nutty deal that makes poor starving cartoonists cringe. And yes, this means no more complaints about Yankee spending, unless they pay for a time machine to bring back the players from when they were good. Zing!
I hope to be working on a home opener full pager. More details when normal people start talking about baseball.
Something weird is happening to the database this blog uses. I think it has to do with comment spammers hammering the site nonstop.
I’ve disabled comments for now. Until I figure it out, don’t go nuts on the refresh button if the blog disappears. Just relax, and make a nice bowl of soup.
UPDATE: Comments are back. For now.
Some holiday themed parodies. It’s almost 60 degrees here in New England. So please pardon me if I can’t get into the holiday spirit. I’m walkin’ around with rolled up sleeves. Boo to that. And boo to global warming.
Next Week: Where will they be, without the opportunity to lob-bee?
So here are some videos. Once again, any band that has the suffix “ettes” in their name is quaranteed to win me over. Despite the memories of chem lab their name conjours, I really like The Pipettes, in all of their artificial glory.
I’m also patiently waiting for Eagles of Death Metal to put out another album. I’m indifferent to Queens of the Stone Age, but I like these guys.
Joe Lieberman and Joe Biden are sacks of shit.
That is all.
Next Week: Two Forgotten Holiday Classics
Hello pals o’ mine. I have a cartoon in this week’s Phoenix about holiday gadgets. Check it out if you’re a nerd and like jokes about technology.
Speaking of the holidays, maybe some of you want to buy things from my store. I’m too lazy to make a new one, but last year’s pitch still applies. Oddly enough, I’m equally bearded and gross this time around.
Once again, I must bail on writing something substantial here. I spent most of the week squeezing a 12 pound cartoon out of my freakishly small comedy canal. Now I’m sitting on a donut.
Next Week: Joe & Joe: BFF 4-EVA!