Comments on: Love conquers some

By: Paul in NJ

Paul in NJ — Thu, 15 May 2008 18:11:13 +0000

Ah, the site of Warren recoiling like a bad Bela Lugosi imitation from Lizard Breath’s shiny diamondique decoration brings tears to my eyes. No, actually, that would be the stench from the adjoining Ziggy cartoon. (barfs repeatedly)

By: TrekkieBear

TrekkieBear — Wed, 14 May 2008 12:58:30 +0000

Is Liz showing him an engagement ring or is she exorcising demons?

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By: Pinokeyo's Wife

Pinokeyo's Wife — Wed, 14 May 2008 11:38:06 +0000

What I am left to wonder is why (and for that matter–HOW) did Ziggy flush his computer down the toilet?

And secondly, to the brothers Amalfi (beyond requisite condolences)…I hope that the coffee that you abandoned your (so-near-death-it’s-not-even-funny) mother for tasted really, REALLY good.

By: some guy here

some guy here — Wed, 14 May 2008 07:35:54 +0000

If TJ were a real chef, he wouldn’t be gushing over a new recipe. That’s like Isaac Asimov admitting he got a great idea for his next novel from watching that night’s Star Trek episode – even if it were true you just don’t admit it.

And I never would’ve thought Ziggy’s desperate cries would be coming from the toilet…or should I?

By: tuna melt

tuna melt — Tue, 13 May 2008 22:28:04 +0000

#156 Don’t be so sure the other side of the rainbow is safe. Women can be stalkers, too. And not just the lesbians. The bisexuals have twice the crazy and twice the options. I should know… I’ve been stalked by and stalked both men and women.

Personally, I’m a much nicer stalker than most, I’ll send you flowers, or just happen to get your cat out of a tree after I scare it up there trying to shave it… and I make an excellent victim as well. Just make sure I’m drinking, and I probably won’t even run if you straddle me, so I’d say, if you’re gonna try girl-on-girl action, be open to the possibility of attention coming back to haunt you.

A final thought- Warren gives the hanger-on nails on chalkboard feeling of a lesbian stalker, to me. Like he is one of those ex-girlfriends collecting dust under the bed in Dykes To Watch Out For…

I’m glad all of mine are out of the country. Washing their hair. Or swimming with dolphins or something… happily stalking someone new, ideally.

The poor woman did get off easy; she had no idea how much a wild-caught tuna on rye can just talk and talk and talk, unless its gay boyfriend potato salad is loafing around… Which is why I think this post just barely comes in under the banner of relevance. Because those ten days on a houseboat in Europe remind me very much of the frightful web of tenacious dark hallways and relationships that hold the for better or for worse comic strip loosely in its shell of droll loopy moorings.

Somebody make me sangria to shut me up