Tune in tomorrow as Rev. Croom embarks on a new life of selective observance. He'll dine and dash (thou shalt not steal), covet Herb's wife, murder Jamaal, and make a graven image, but he'll at least call his mom to wish her a happy birthday (honor thy father and mother). The funnies haven't been this theologically bold since Judge Parker financed the construction of a giant needle big enough for a dozen camels to thread.
Mark Trail, 9/7/04
I know, I know, I just did Mark Trail yesterday, but I couldn’t resist doing it again today as a bonus. I’d just like to point out that today’s episode is almost certainly actually about sex. That’s all. Carry on.
With access to my Web host’s logs, I can tell a lot about my readers. Sometimes, I can tell more than I really want to. For instance, if someone finds this Weblog via a search engine, I can tell what words they plugged into the search engine. Usually, they’re just looking up “josh reads the comics,” but sometimes their search terms are more … disturbing. I’m not sure what’s more alarming: the fact that someone searched on Yahoo for “miss buxley in a bikini,” or the fact that this Weblog was the number 11 result for that query. Anyway, in an attempt to embarrass and alienate my readership, I promise to post the most bizarre search queries to the blog.
Incidentally, I’d like to give a linkback to Tube City Almanac. I’m not saying that the author of this blog found my page by searching for pictures of Miss Buxley in a bikini, but I’m not saying that he didn’t, either.
Garfield, 9/7/04
Oh, that Garfield! With the laziness and the obesity and the … um … hey hey. One of the more opaque aspects of this cat’s personality is the arbitrariness of his bloodthirstiness. He smashes spiders with a particular savagery; but, while he doesn’t seem to like mice very much, he can’t be bothered to do them any harm. My cat has the opposite tendencies — she’s killed mice, but insects don’t interest her — so maybe this is a realistic insight into cat psychology. Or maybe it’s incredibly lazy writing. You make the call.
Incidentally, I think one of the things that Americans hold against the French is their aura of cultural snobbery. In the interest of promoting international friendship, I’d like to point out that, during my recent trip to Paris, ads for Garfield: The Movie (or, as they call it there, Garfield: Le Film) were literally everywhere. If we take density of advertising as an indication of importance (and I can see no reason why we shouldn’t), then this movie is considered to be the most important film release there since Truffaut’s The 400 Blows.
And yes, that is the emaciated face of an Olsen twin peeking in from the left.