It’s good to know that white people worldwide are discriminating against brown people. I would hate to think that the all the people in the world who hate the US would think that we are alone in behaving like world-class jackasses.

In all seriousness, I hope that those that are peeved in France chill out, and are subsequently respected more. The comic is a related conversation paraphrased from real life. (And by paraphrased, I mean that no one was really talking to anthropomorphic Speed (It does do a body good, though) ).

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Sung to Queen's "Bicycle".

I want to eat my fried Chick-en. I want to eat my bird.

I want to eat my fried Chick-en. I want to eat it where I like.

FRIED CHICKEN! FRIED CHICKEN! I want to eat my FRIED CHICKEN!

You say dark! I say Light! You say Spicy! I say Crispy!

Mashed potatoes, dinner rolls! Pumpkin Pie and Vegetables!

(The people responsible for writing this song have been sacked).

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Ha! I read a piece of advice to weblogs (it was actually a blog about bloggin. A meta-blog if you will). (A blog, for those who are competent with technology and can't understand what the media is jibber jabbering about, is a web page by someone who doesn't know html, ftp, or web design. Sometimes the media even refers to something called the blogosphere. This is why terrorists hate us, people. Not that I'll fight it. Sure, okay, webpages are now called blogs. Whatever) So this web-page about web-pages gave out such sagacious advice as "Give terse, meaningfull headlines". The one I gave above would set off alarms and bells in the metablogger's bell/siren region. They actually said, don't use humorous titles. Well, one of these websites is not like the others.

You know where I'll be.

Actually. Contrary to my alkie self, I'm working on my the site because I'm too lazy to walk to the liquor store. I've got vodka and dr. pepper. But I quit soda.....Wait a minute. Blogs are also about talking about what you do and do not eat, as well as what you did and did not eat. Drink is as much the same thing as food as life is to whistle (what?). So I've digressed into a blog.

Go ahead and click the link to the comic above. Like the caption says, there is no hidden meaning. Comix are a medium. There doesn't have to be a joke or a story. This one is just about texture.

BTW, I found a sketch I was working on. I had totally forgotten about it. It cracked me up. I hope to have the full blown comic up next week.

See you in Church.

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Just when I thought I was being clever by coming up with some badass rules for strip monopoly, my own personal slumlord's body of work reared it's ugly head. We had lost power to the front part of the apartment about a week ago. Then we started having brown outs. Then we lost all power except for three outlets (no lights). It was a lucky 3 outlets though: Fridge, Coffee maker, and TV.

TV, you've been voted off the Island, because me, Mr. Extension cord, and Mr. Fan want to sleep in peace, without a lake of napsweat.

The other cool thing about it was the personal fireworks display that I got whenever I tried to reset the breaker.

I guess my landlord was in Vegas, Baby. He must have done well, because he seemed eager to help.

So. No power = sketchbook scan. Enjoy. I'm going to go sleep at the YMCA.

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. They spent their lives eating chocolate... or beer. Regardless, the fineries of life go to one's head and a peculiar bit of philosophy evolves when one is giddy, or at least attempting giddy. Speaking of giddy, I mean philosophy, an uncredited hack of an author wrote an essay declaring that Science Fiction is philosophy for Stupid People. I am a full fledged member of Stupid People. On second thought, instead of being pissed, I think I agree with him. I think it's funny. I'm still going to read Sci-Fi though.

PS Guinness is Good for you.

PPS We will indeed report back from our fact finding mission....later.

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And so it begins. We can only hope that one of the two heroes within this comic will wrest themselves loose from the struggle of superiority and save all of humanity from the depths of our own selfish indulgence. What rapport we could have with god, if only one of the two would bless our villains with their curly chest hair of JUSTICE.

My brother got married over the weekend, so we decided to translate one of the old comics for our foreign audience. So go looking through all the county records in the USA and see if you can stalk me. No, really, it's hot out so I'm usually in the buff at home. Go do that creepy internet stalking thing that you do and sit outside of my house and look at me with some binoculars. I'll let you talk to me if you buy me dinner.

One more thing. Apparently it's legal to molest children as long as you can make it look like you can walk on the moon. Bitchin'

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Now I shit you not, this story is 100% true. If you went to see Star Wars, episode III on opening weekend you can believe me, there are some pretty freaky people there. I went to take a leak before the movie started, because I'm getting old and I can't hold it so good anymore. There was another theater that had just finished getting out, and there was a group of stragglers by the bathroom. More correctly they were in front of the Zorro 3: Robo Zorro poster (okay, so that part wasn't true, but when they make zorro 3 with a robot monkey, you'll think back, woah, how did he know that). There was a Anthony Michael Hall poster and a Catherine Zeta Jones Poster. Okay, again, it wasn't Anthony Michael Hall, but you know who plays Zorro, and we all know who would be funnier. So there's this group of 50-something goth-nerds surrounding the poster. I didn't know they made 50-something nerds with black make-up, fishnets, and trench coats, so that was a little out of place to begin with. So this Middle Aged, Dee-Snyder look-a-like is rubbing her hands on the poster of Cathy Jones. The poster consists of Cathy's busoms and not much else. The entire group is guffawing with their nerd laughs. (I've got one too, but these were five strangers). Finally, Dee says "I was checking out the embroidery". Which makes sense. She looked like she wore bustiers in public. The depth and breadth of wierdness in this world has only begun to amaze me.

All things aside, the social experiment that is Star Wars crowds is amazing. There are smart nerds, dumb nerds, nerdy preps, and all of them made me joyous. There was a group of teenage boys practicing alpha male pecking order. Oh what a sight to see the pendulum swing back and forth.

So, the comic is about another experience that I had at the show. There are no spoilers, so go ahead and click away.

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