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Have things reached a tipping point when I don’t announce a lookalike contest but people still keep sending me lookalike photos anyway? Probably! Kaycee, who’s a faithful reader and close personal friend (I’ve seen her put away a bottle of wine, people!) recreated that golden moment when we first laid eyes on the Rock & Roll Carole King:

And faithful reader ElSanto was among the many who saw the reference to “the One” a few days ago and immediately thought of The Matrix. But instead of just moving on with his life, he created this awesome YouTube video based on the idea:

As a side note, I think it’s a sign of what a wonderful a summer of Gil Thorp madness we have to look forward to that we’re currently getting a return visit from the guy who cut his own leg off and that’s the B plot.

In other news, faithful reader jaybrrd wore his Molly the Bear shirt to Six Flags for his official Six Flags photo!

Reports of hostility could not be confirmed at press time.

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Got a note from faithful reader willethompson the other day with this charming photo:

Awhile back, gh came up to my neck of the Carolinas to pick up his M!B!S! mug and we made a lunch of it. Dingo had been waxing eloquently about pho for a bit, so we arranged the pickup to take place at Saigon Garden, a shockingly good Vietnamese restaurant in Conover, NC. The bowls you see are the remains of two #47s, fish and roast pork with egg noodles.

By a weird coincidence, the Galactic Emperor Chennux was just on the other side of the restaurant enjoying a #15 Bun Saigon (he’s a sucker for fish sauce on cucumbers, or so Yom tells me). He seemed cranky, so we didn’t ask for autographs, although afterward we found the word ‘CHENNUX’ magmacannoned into the parking lot next to Greg’s car. And tell Applegirl that there was a case of shoes there, too, with her name on them. If she sends me her coordinates, I’ll have them shipped to her.

See, there’s nowhere else in the galaxy to get good pho other than our humble blue orb.

Speaking of M!B!S! gear, SOMEONE who shall go nameless ordered a t-shirt out of the latest batch but has failed to pay up. But their loss is your gain! If you’ve recanted on your previous unwillingness to buy and want the shirt, contact willethompson through his Website. First come, first served! And yes, if you want, you can pay via credit card or PayPal (to me, and I’ll get the money to him, but tell him you’re doing it that way first).

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Two random photos for your amusement this evening! First, faithful reader Dingo (in the grey) and his boyfriend (in the black) recreated the now-legendary “Coach Kaz punches out a drunken lout” photo:

“You know someone really loves you when they’ll allow you to pose them to recreate a Gil Thorp panel,” he says, and truer words have never been spoken. Sadly for those of you who actually requested a dark Gail Martin tank top, the one you see in this picture is the result of digital photo-trickery, not the honest heat transfer technology available from CafePress.

Speaking of bizarre expressions of love involving Gil Thorp, among the awesome haul of b-day gifts I got from my wife yesterday were several comic-themed presents, including a Roz Chast collection and book of cartoons rejected by the New Yorker. Surely the most photogenic, though, was this fabulous Gil Thorp t-shirt.

I was going to put a link to the site where you can buy official Gil Thorp merch like this for you and your loved ones, in part as an act of atonement for my profiting off of my own t-shirts, but clicking on the “Merchandise” link on the official Gil Thorp brings you to an error page. Did Amber buy the last one ever?

Update: Apparently not. Buy your own!