Drivel that cannot fit in a single panel comic.

Showing posts with label F Minus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label F Minus. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Funnies

Someone drew a comic about our last fishing trip. Except we did not drink all that beer.

Loki gets mostly dry dog food and table scraps. He made children happy on our walk last night until an adult got scared and shooed the children away. Look, lady, if he was going to maul your children he would have done it before you shooed them away.

No, Royboy, it is not the universe, just Pluto, still irritated about the demotion.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Chest Fly Wedgie

Has the Decathlon started yet? The shot put and the women's 10,000 meters have posted results already. Damn, this 13 hour time difference.


I love these kind of panels where you get a gag and lots of things to wonder about.

Loretta has absolutely no appreciation for Leroy. Leroy wonders why he bothers reading and quoting great literature when it all goes over Loretta's head. Maybe the Lockhorns is set in the world of Harrison Bergeron. Poor Leroy has sirens screaming in his head right now.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Replacing the all the guns in the house.

I used a similar approach when I sold Kirby vacuum cleaners. The Galaxy 5 could do more than suck. It could blow, sand, and massage.

The hospital has the same revolving wall and upright donut display technology as the cafe in which Vera dumped Drew.

The boys should try a different approach to taking their mind off their mother's impending death.

Donna does not fear death because after talking to Mary Worth she realizes that there are things worse than death.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Pancakes make people happy

A sign of the apocalypse - an amusing Drabble. I personally find pancakes more comforting than waffles. Probably stems from the love my grandmother put into making hers. She made pancakes in the shapes of animals. Her most impressive shape was a crescent moon with sharp points. A neat trick to perform with a semi-viscous liquid poured from a giant measuring cup.


Unlike Drabble, a non-amusing F Minus would signal the apocalypse. I so want to use that line but I never have an occasion to make a sandwich for a child. Please, someone use this line on my behalf if you encounter someone complaining about a sandwich with just the heels. I feed my bread heels to the dog. He never complains.

At least Francis managed to keep his bitterness at bay until he got out the door. He may have punted Momma before coming outside or used his huge feet to step on her.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Pepperoni is a nice topping, it doesn't fly south for the winter

When I feel bad about my drawing skills, I read the Quigmans and feel much better.

Cartoonists on acid:

Exhibit A
Exhibit B
God did not @#$%! put the light in the fridge, a human being at the fridge factory put the light in the fridge! That human being does not give a rat's ass about your snacking habits, Billy! Another thing, the common usage is midnight SNACK not treat.

Better to abuse the Family Circus children than real children.

The flame thrower is more fun but not quite as environmentally friendly.

Guy Williams plays the role of Drew Cory in panel one. If a simple break-up leaves Dr. Drew reeling, I wonder what the sight of real suffering would do to him? Throw him into some kind of catatonic state? How does he practice medicine? Drew, you do need to get away from Santa Royale. Take your dad with you. Take me with you. Plenty of poverty in the Caribbean.

A funny blog that I added to my feeds: Stuff White People Like A funny look at "white culture" or at least the somewhat progressive, privileged, hipster aspects of whiteness.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Ooo! Shiny Object!

YouTube, the shiny object that diverts my attention.

The Causey Family Newsletter: Read Linda's blog. Hey, it's mostly other people's comics and ads!

At church, the subject of reading "Ulysses" came up. It was something a lot of us suffered through (my high school English teacher's Joyce weapon of choice was "The Dead") but not nearly as much as a former Board President. Because of his blindness, he had to listen to records of James Mason reading "Ulysses". That pretty much put suffering through James Joyce in perspective.


Mary Worth has contracted an unusual strain of Asberger's. She won't make eye contact with books or animals. Chester's original dialogue - WTF!

What sort of hybrid is the bear/ kangaroo offspring? Does he have a pouch or any other kangaroo characteristics? Where did his mom's tail go? Did the couple use a surrogate female bear?
Hey, Beavis! Bare ass on the funny pages!

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Humor Gene

Tony Carillo is good. He has, what Scott Adams describes as the humor gene. His humor gene is highly developed. His and Mark Parisi's (Off the Mark).

I wonder what thought process leads to a clock so broken that it is right only once a day? Looking at it now, it seems like such an obvious gag. A bit of low hanging fruit. But no one else has thought of it. Or at least no one else thought to draw it or write it.

A more humor impaired type would say maybe the clock is one of those military type 24 hour clocks and therefore would only be right once a day. If you recognize yourself in the previous sentence, next time that you have a similar thought after someone shares a joke or gag with you, please keep the thought to yourself. It really sucks the life out of comedy. I've had experiences with such people (mostly in progressive circles) and they were awkward and unpleasant. Sometimes it is okay just to laugh at the joke and not think about it too much and then move on.

I wonder if the gags come easily to Carillo or does it take a bit of work? Sort of in the way that most of us are capable of running but it is harder for some than others.

I did think of a second nerdy "Yo Mama" joke. The contest is still open if someone comes up with something funnier. No, I won't share mine until the comic is posted or someone has something funnier.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Comics, comics, comics

Letters have appeared in the local paper complaining about large dogs on the loose. The letters tend to be hysterical in tone and call for a breed ban (Rottweiler, Pit Bull). The large dogs do not bother me. Most owners of large dogs in my neighborhood demonstrate responsibility by keeping their dogs in the backyard or restrained in some way. They follow the leash laws. The people who need reminding of leash laws are the owners of toy breeds. Having a little dog nipping at your ankles while running is quite annoying. I need to write a letter to the editor about that.

Poor Spot. I wish I lived on Ballard Street. A people who have a facade of normality but yet unafraid to display their goofiness.

I thought of Ms. Theologian when I saw this cartoon. I'm living my dream - sitting in a cold office and recording a video about elk calls. I get the edit the video into smaller chunks once I have captured the whole thing. Elk calls are annoying. Trust me on this.

A cool part of this job is my computer is powerful enough to allow me to capture a video and do other things. I do have my own office with full walls and a window. If I had to do aspects of this job in a cube farm my co-workers would have legitimate grounds to beat me. Seriously, elk calls are fucking annoying. Yes, I have the volume turned down low. I don't have it completely off so that I can hear when the video ends.

F Minus illustrates the future. Eventually, all bar stool will be shaped that way.

TJ has other facial expressions!

Call an ambulance! We have a suicidal person on the premises!

Friday, August 10, 2007

Friday

Brilliant idea, Marcus! I should do the same thing. I should put together an activity kit for social gatherings and market it to introverts to use while being forced to attend a social gathering.


Beetle, that's not casual, that's insane!

I can imagine what having a squirrel running around in my blouse and removing my bra feels like.
SPELLMAN! The asshole harassing Dr. Drew about his sex life is named Spellman. About damn time the guy got a name.
Those are not strawberries but peyote.

I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel in regards to the project, I dubbed the Infinite Project. Turns out it was a train. Things keep getting added to this damn project. I think I will qualify for retirement (time of service + age = 80; in my case 10 years + 38 years old = 48 subtract from 80 = 32 years until qualification for full retirement) before this project sees its first iteration. This project will require periodic updates.

I did not update my cartoon last night because I attended a long board meeting. There was a lot to cover. I could have updated after my dental appointment this morning but I decided I needed a nap instead. I have great teeth, the dentist said my teeth were fun to floss and my blood pressure was 115/ 52. Maybe my dentist needs to get out more - using flossing and fun in the same sentence. I admire him for finding joy in the small things.

Edgar is becoming more confident about leaving the cage. I let the birds out while I took my nap. Salvador perched on my upper arm (I usually sleep on my side). When I got out of bed I almost stepped on Edgar. He was on the floor in the hallway. He usually perches on the top of the cage or on some shelves. Fortunately, Edgar got away quickly.

During my nap I dreamt that both Edgar and Salvador were flying around outside. Edgar was flying and landing very well. Both of the birds landed among a group of wild birds. Then Salvador was picked up by a Great Blue Heron. That upset me. I sort of woke up to the sound of one of Salvador's chirps. I moved on to my back and Salvador moved on to my pillow. He is molting so when I left this afternoon there was a small pile of feathers on my pillow.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Killing Me Softly With Her Song

I love Mrs. Yannes' line in the last panel. I plan on using that excuse when I get older.

What a lovely frock. Gold linoleum - Harvest Gold linoleum
Somehow my ears hurt while reading the lyrics to this song. I read elsewhere that an MP3 is available at the official For Better or For Worse site but those who have listened to the song reported that a substantial part of them died. I felt a small part of my soul wither away just reading the lyrics. I cannot afford to lose anymore of my soul. Especially, if I want to live to become a crazy old lady who cannot be held responsible for anything she says. It has happened to Lynn Johnston.
I felt sympathy pains in my nether regions (I should grow up and use the word vagina but I don't want to take away any one's innocence) when I saw Dawn riding the horse in the second panel. I'm glad Giella found the horse clip art and drew Dawn around it.

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I need to teach the someone how to update the Sunday Services page so that it does not do the funky stuff.