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Luann, 4/22/05

Like, oh my God, Luann’s going to do the high school drama storyline that never ever fails to entertain: one person, one dance, two dates! I’m sure we have several weeks of stressful wackiness in store as Gunther tries to figure out how to say no to either Luann or Bernice (who asked him yesterday, for those not following along), possibly living in fear and panic until the night of the dance itself, when the monstrousness of his deception becomes apparent and both young women, their faith in their fellow humans tragically abused, discover Gunther’s two-timing and stalk off, enraged, with none of the three ever talking to any of the others ever again. Oh, the hilarity!

For the record, as a high school student my social situation bore a passing resemblance to Gunther’s, and for me the scenario played itself out a little differently. First, I wouldn’t ask anyone out because I was too terrified. Then, nobody would ask me out because they didn’t like me or (more likely) didn’t know I existed. Finally, the night of the dance, I would stay home and read Isaac Asimov novels or watch Perfect Strangers on TV. The end.

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Check out the top of the left-hand navbar for a new fun feature here: The Comics Curmudgeon comment of the week! Every Friday (or so), I’ll pick the comment that I’ve arbitrarily found to be the most amusing and feature it in that spot for a glorious seven days. There’s no point to this but to give a little something back to you, the reader. Or at least those of you readers who are funny.

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Apologies to all for linking to the hard-rockin’ sounds of Sleater-Kinney without warning you about the hard-rockin’ yesterday. I actually was browsing with my speakers turned off at that point, so I was wholly unaware of the hard-rockin’-ness.

For everyone who’s ever enjoyed Jowdy! the interjection, there’s now Jowdy! the t-shirt.

A quick look at my referrer logs brings up some alarming searches: no less than nineteen instances of “terry schiavo jokes,” seven of “site joshreads.com lesbian,” and one apiece of
“the truth about stressed out moms and crystal meth” and (of course) “i am britney spears and i am picking my nose stick figure.”

And finally, you knew I wasn’t going to let this one by:

Benjamins? Brah? Rap-dog? Criminey!