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    Tag Archive for 'comic'

    #links for 2007-06-22

    • via kr8n: “This is where all the missing ink lines went.” (The triumphant return of the Matt & Ian.)

      (tags: comic)


    #links for 2007-02-17


    #links for 2007-02-01


    #The Simpsonzu

    Blogged just about EVERYWHERE by now: The Simpsonzu — “The Simpsons” as if they were done anime style.  Nicely done, even if Marge isn’t worried enough (and Smithers isn’t erm … “Smithers” enough).


    #links for 2006-10-19


    #links for 2006-09-27


    #Two Lumps

    Yes, there are a million comics about cats out there.  Yes, they all have their own little twist.  But [tag]Two Lumps[/tag] just resonates, OK?  [tag]Ebenezer[/tag] and [tag]Snooch[/tag] are the new felid heroes.


    #BREAKFAST PLEASURE!

    I think today’s “[tag]Dinosaur Comics[/tag]“ is my new favorite.

    Breakfast pleasure! Finally, I have words for the most sublime of satisfactions!! BREAKFAST PLEASURE. I love breakfast pleasure.

    Me too. It’s definitely in the upper tier of my spectrum of emotions.


    #dream.20060618: Lego Babel

    We’re staying in a hotel for the competition.  Instead of large conference rooms, this hotel has a giant courtyard.  We’re one of a couple dozen teams competing to build a Tower of Babel out of Legos.  Ours mostly works so far.  If you stand under, you instantly know any of a dozen languages.  It’s a good start and we’re way ahead of anyone else.  But we’ve run out of red bricks and somehow I know that’s the key to getting this thing to work on French.  (One of my teammates has suggested that Dutch is close enough but we both know deep down that the rules don’t allow “close enough”.)  When I take a break, I’m accosted by a group of young black men.  They accuse me of being a racist, referencing something that I’ve allegedly said.  They take off before I can retort.  They’ve got it twisted up somehow; I didn’t say exactly what they think of said and they’ve taken it all out of context regardless.  I go from floor to floor trying to find them but they’ve disappeared for all I can tell.  And every floor’s layout is different depending on whether you reach it by elevator or the stairs.  From the top floor, the courtyard is a brilliant myriad of colors reaching skyward.  On my way back down, I stumble across a kid who has my brother’s face but a preposterously obese body.  They’re leaving in the morning (he and his corpulent crew) because they can’t get their tower to translate anything.  Back at the front desk, I ask the concierge if she’s seen the kids young men that had accused me of being a racist.  She doesn’t want to help me (taking their side without even knowing what it was I’d supposedly said!) and I find myself trying to explain my position, defend myself.  It’s all without warrant!


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    Today’s Real Life is a classic.  Freakin’-A - - don’t I feel like this every day?