Comments on: Next on the CW: Tommie Thompson’s Cavalcade of Soul-Wrenching Depression

By: Pinokeyo's Wife

Pinokeyo's Wife — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 13:47:42 +0000

I do have to say that there is something about Scott’s sling that really bothers me. It’s like the hospital orders “Fake and Injury!” sets from the back of comic books. Aside from its American Civil War era comportment (let’s not forget it’s complimentary headband courtesy of the Revoltuionary War’s answer to the Village People: the fife and drum trio), Scott is laying in bed and therefore doesn’t even need the damn thing.

By: Bender

Bender — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 02:05:05 +0000

It’s funny to see that Tommie thinks a free makeover will help her years of unreleased passive-aggressive rage that resides in that seemingly emotionless facade

By: Stu

Stu — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 00:55:24 +0000

131: Carlo, maybe I’m just overly sensitive to Gil Thorp’s utter d-baggery that I see things that aren’t there: like, for example, a ghost.

By: Squid Vicious

Squid Vicious — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 22:41:36 +0000

Argh. Last post was mine. I didn’t intend to post anonymously. There’s no punchline to the post, I’m merely pointing out that B.C. could have been even more offensive if it tried…

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 22:36:59 +0000

Back in the mid-90s, I taught elementary school in South Texas in a small town named Roma. We used to drive to McAllen to see movies, eat at restaurants, buy books, etc. Halfway between Roma and McAllen there was a tiny little town named Alto Bonito. And in Alto Bonito there was a gas station/garage with huge white building next to the highway. On the west-facing side of the building, there was a lovely mural. On the left side of the mural, there was a painting of a white-tail deer leaping over a stream. On the right side of the mural there was a painting of a naked, blond woman, looking away from the driver. In the middle of the mural there was a man, with a rifle, looking through his scope at the blond woman’s butt. And, written over the top of the mural in letters easily three-feet high was this phrase:

“I hunt white tails year round.”