I never use cleaning as a procrastination tool. I'll read, nap, blog, play games, watch TV or work on a more interesting project but never clean.
Reminds that old Bill Cosby bit where he describes himself thinking that for the first few years of his life his name was Jesus Christ and his brother's was Damnit.
Loki recognizes his name very well. He even understands what I want him to do by the tone I say his name. He could probably do some great things if both of us had some training. I think Loki is very intuitive. After the San Antonio marathon I want to see about enrolling in a training class and Loki earning a Canine Good Citizen certificate. I think it would go a long way in eradicating the fear some people have of bully breeds.
Oh come on! Finish the damn drawing before sending it to the syndicate! A corkscrew, knife, bottle opener and nail file sticking out of the Swiss Army cheese would have made the gag somewhat funny. Did drawing all the other details make Tom Wilson too tired to continue?
Maybe I misinterpreted the gag. The deli employees are just messing with people's heads. That sort of thing works better in real life than on the funny pages.
An unrelated question that will piss off a few people: Doesn't the Nobel Peace Prize usually go to people or organizations that work toward peace and justice? Al Gore and the UN Climate Change group are doing some good work but is it peace and justice work?
My running friends do not understand why I don't run in the early mornings. There are plenty of good reasons to do so but none of them sufficiently compelling enough for me to wake up so early. I will get up early if only there is a prospect of a nap soon afterwards. Otherwise, I'm just like Susan for the rest of the day.
Wilbur is climbing further and further up the creep-o-meter. Right now, he's at a 7.
Bonus avatar from Rex Morgan M.D.:
I did not update my cartoon last night because of a thunder storm and I was a bit tired from doing speed work last night. In lieu of my cartoon here are some other people's cartoons.
Rhymes with Orange gives us a slightly surrealistic pun. The older generation is familiar with nose rings just not used to seeing them on Americans.
The artist has captured the essence of cat.
Holy crap! Those are big flys.
Another slightly surrealistic pun.
To compound the boredom I bet alcoholic beverages are prohibited. Boring parties are bad but being forced to stay sober during a boring party - really bad.
The party may become more exciting because that guy doing the cannonball in the background is not going to make it all the way into the pool. I think he will dislocate a shoulder, injure an elbow or have a nasty scrape. At least Drew might have the chance to help someone and taking an injured person to the hospital is one of the better ways to exit a boring party.
Don't take my silence as a sign of indifference but as a sign of caring enough about you to avoid inflicting further pain upon you with awkward words.
Three comics that I would hang on my fridge if I read them in a newspaper. The first two I understand the sentiments expressed in the last panel and the third one I just found sick, twisted and very funny.
Looks like readers of Mary Worth will suffer through weeks of Mary's attempt to get a man for Vera. Mary did not pay attention to Vera when she stated that she did not want to depend on a man. Oops, my heterosexism is showing. Karen Moy could take Mary Worth into controversial territory and set up Vera with a woman. Or even have Mary explore her - oh god, I just made myself ill. Yeah, right. That would be too interesting. Stick with the pedestrian so that I have something to write about.
I don't observe the movement of long hair in real life but, in the second panel, the position of Vera's ponytail versus the position of her head does not look right.
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This cartoon was inspired by my 6th grade band director at Memorial Middle School in Garland, Texas. The school is now some special type of school instead of a regular middle school. The band director whose name I've forgotten was a grade-A asshole to me and incompetent. One advantage to changing schools a lot is that I had a large sample for comparison.
I played the clarinet and I'm slightly tone deaf. Maybe band is not the best place for a slightly tone deaf person. But I stayed all the way through my senior year in high school. All this despite the best efforts of Mr. Asshole. I only suffered through Mr. Asshole's "teaching" for 5 months. Mr. Asshole's technique for helping me tune my instrument involved screaming at me - "YOU'RE FLAT!!!" Adjust your embouchure! YOU'RE STILL FLAT!!! Adjust your EMBOUCHURE! CAN'T YOU HEAR THAT!! YOU'RE STILL FLAT!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!! ADJUST YOUR EMBOUCHURE!
Not a nice thing to do in front of a whole class of 6th graders, who did not like me very much anyway. Luckily for him I did not have access to a firearm or a particularly aggressive personality. The most that I ever did to him was give him a dirty look and point out that I am adjusting the best that I can.
Later, from a different band director at a different school, I learned about adjusting the barrel on the clarinet and purchasing better reeds.
The cartoon is about incompetent people simply screaming useless advice hoping that repeated screaming will improve things.
An evil part of me hopes that Mr. Asshole died a very painful death while an incompetent doctor screamed at him, YOU'RE SICK - STOP BEING SICK!! BE HEALTHY! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!!! WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT YOU ARE SICK!!!!
I would find that very funny and laugh out loud despite the disapproval of polite society. I settle for drawing a cartoon about it 23 years later.
