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Hi there everybody! I’ve had some really awesome and great experiences in New York this weekend, both at the ROFL! shindig Friday night (at which I was not victorious, but that’s OK, since I was really nervous and I think I did my best stuff in the first round) and at the Mocca artfest today. At both, I had lots of encounters with many fine Comics Curmudgeon readers, who are without exception awesome and friendly and fun and good looking. I will be posting a somewhat longer account of my experiences, naming individuals and offering a few pictures, soon! But for now I just want to say that you were all cool and I loved talking to you and I really appreciate all of you reading my site and being fans.

You know who I don’t like and don’t appreicate, however? The New York traffic enforcement department, who towed and impounded our car for being in a bus stop zone, despite the fact that we were not, in fact, in a bus stop zone.

You know who else I don’t like or appreciate? The Maryland MVA, for putting the wrong license plate number on our vehicle registration, which means that that NY traffic enforcement won’t release our car back to us.

New posts coming when we get the hell out of New York, which may be, you know, never.

Update: Slight retraction: Having now strolled past the sad, empty spot where our car used to be, I have to admit that it is in fact a bus stop. A very poorly marked bus stop, but a bus stop nonetheless.

Nevertheless, they’re still being dicks about the license plate issue. Come on you bastards the VIN number on the registration matches and you saw that OUR GOD-DAMNED KEYS OPENED THE DOOR why on earth would we be trying to grift you out of a 1994 Toyota Corrolla for fuck’s sake.

Second update: WE (“WE” BEING “AMBER, THE CAR, AND MYSELF”) ARE BACK IN BALTIMORE. COTW COMING TONIGHT; MORE TO FOLLOW LATER SOON MAYBE.

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Apartment 3-G, 6/22/07

“Thank God! Her mental functions don’t seem to have been affected at all!”

Pluggers, 6/22/07

Pluggers smell worse than you can possibly imagine.

Folks, I am off to make my mark in the Big Apple this weekend! As of Thursday morning, there were still tickets available to the show I’m in up there Friday night, so for God’s sake come and serve as my rooting section, I beg of you.

Also, at some point on Sunday (I cannot guarantee yet what time, but probably in the first half of the day) I will probably be wandering about at the MoCCA artfest. How long I stay will be determined by how awkward I find it not really knowing anyone, but if you happen to be there, look for me! I will look pretty much like this (I’m even bringing that shirt to wear).

Sadly, due to my absence this weekend, I won’t be posting until Sunday night or Monday morning, and am putting a cap on comment of the week as of right now. Thus, the comments on this thread are free from performance pressure! GO NUTS WITH THE ANARCHY, EVERYBODY!

While you’re here contemplating my absence, though, you may come to think, “Gee, why didn’t I get one o’ them swell Margo!Boxcar!Saturn! shirts when I had the chance?” Well, fear not: if we can get enough interest (and “enough interest” means preorders for at least 24 shirts and/or 36 mugs), you can have that second chance — and this time, they’re in cranberry! HOTT!

Shirts are $17 + $5 S&H. Mugs are $13 + $5 S&H. Gotta have ’em both? $30 + $5 S&H. As before, you can order at the site of faithful reader willethompson, the mad genius who designed them.

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Rex Morgan, M.D., 6/21/07

My biggest genuine laugh in today’s comics came in the final panel of Rex Morgan, M.D., when I saw whose names were on that bottle of pedestrian red wine. Graham Nolan likes to play around with his signature spots, but this is probably the best one yet.

Speaking of panel three, June appears to be trying her best to give Heather a run for her money when it comes to lingering stares that are both sexy and soul-destroyingly icy. Hugh just seems to bring that out in the ladies. ’Cause OH NO YOU DO NOT CALL GIRLFRIEND’S WINE SELECTION “PEDESTRIAN.”

They’ll Do It Every Time, 6/21/07

I’m not sure if “total and continuous failure to recognize one’s own inadequacies” really falls into the classic TDIET ironic-twist template. I do have to say that I kind of enjoy the cartoonish overreaction of father and son in the first panel, in which they’re literally spitting out their food all over the table. However, what really caught my eye was the submitter: could this be Mary Worth artist Joe Giella? And if so, why doesn’t the submission reflect that? “Big shot editor at the syndicate says he wants you to ‘sex up’ your older comic heroine (‘Make her younger … thinner too … baby blue eyes … great gams … etc.’) … but what happens when the letters start rolling in? (‘Deeply disturbing … not in keeping with the strip I’ve read loyally for 50 years … I want to tear out my eyes’) … OH YEAH!”

Slylock Fox, 6/21/07

I’m pretty sure that “blue” puddle under the baby has been colored wrong.