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August, 2005

  1. Um.

    August 17, 2005 by Collin

    I’m having trouble getting into this week. I feel displaced. It happens. I really, really wanted to have the next part of the interview up for your enjoyment, but since I haven’t written it yet that’s kinda hard. Alternatively I would like to have some drawings for you, but every time I try to draw something for the last several days I can’t. Then I was racking my brain for an interesting story to relate but came up empty. Yes. My brain is empty.

    Well, almost empty.

    One thing did come to mind. It’s another story about our former co-worker “Sunny”. The one who is married to the mighty sodomite. It’s a short one. Here it goes.

    “Sunny” once bought meat from a guy who was going door to door selling… meat. Not for a local meat packing company or anything. As far as I know we don’t have a meat packing company around here.

    He was just this guy – I’m reasonably sure she described him as “a bit scruffy looking” – with a cooler full of meat that he wanted to sell, and apparently the best way to do that in his mind was to go around to strangers homes at night, knock on the doors and when someone answered say something like, “Gotsum meat wantsum?” while grinning in a friendly way. Perhaps with banjo music playing softly in the background.

    There must have been something to it because “Sunny” boughtsum.

    I guess she didn’t want to tell the nice scruffy man, “No. I’m not really keen on your meat.” or something.

    Derek probably remembers how much she paid. I’m thinking around $30 or so.

    The next day while telling us about it she asked, “Do you think I should eat it? I probably shouldn’t. Should I?”

    … That’s the best time for second thoughts. A day later. I have no idea if she ever ate it or not.

    You’ve been wonderful. See you tomorrow.


  2. Other People’s Kids

    August 16, 2005 by Collin

    I never planned on wanting to have kids when I was a teenager. I mean I didn’t expect to EVER want kids. Even when my son was on the way I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it. As it turns out I love kids. Specifically, I love MY kids. Other people’s kids…

    This past weekend Heather and I went by Game Crazy to try out the one-race demo of the upcoming game “Burnout Revenge”. It’s the sequel to a racing game that surprisingly captured Heather’s interest: Burnout 3. As fun and addictive as Burnout 3 was, Revenge is set to blow it away. My lord was that fun! Barring delays it’s only a month away.

    I also decided to try out a bargain title called Phantom Dust that they had used and were selling cheap. They had two copies and it is a system linkable game so if I liked it I was going to buy both so my son and I could spend a night or two beating up on each other before school starts and I get to laugh at him.

    The clerk set the game up and I skipped through the opening movies and cut scenes in an attempt to get to the action to see how it played. I made it past the opening stuff but still wasn’t in the action because it’s one of those games where you have to explore a bit to find where you can fight.

    So I’m wandering around in the game and I feel a tugging on the controller cord. I look down and there’s this little boy no older than five or six pulling on my cord. He was a child that is probably referred to as “precious*” by his mother. I could tell he was a child that was going to have a tough time growing up. I mean actually getting bigger. He had stubby arms, stubby legs and a big head with big eyes that were staring up at me.

    “Can I play?” he said when he saw that he had my attention.

    “No, sorry,” I answered and then returned to figuring out where I needed to go.

    *tug*tug* “Why?”

    I look back down and say, “Because I’m trying it out to see if I want to buy it.”

    He gets this screwed up little look on his big melon, stares me in the eye and says, “Liar.”

    My eyes must have widened and I got out, “Wha…?” before his wee legs carried him off to some other display machine.

    I seriously couldn’t believe it. When I was a child I would have never called an adult that I didn’t know a liar to his face. Strangers could still reasonably get away with hitting children who weren’t theirs back then.

    I wanted to follow him and say, “Not only am I not lying, demon spawn, if I like it I’m buying both copies so you shall never play it. NEVER! Ahahahahaahahaah!” but that would have been childish. Also I’d just found where I needed to be, so I set about beating my opponent like he was a rude, pre-dwarf, cord puller.


    * Okay, if children are so precious, why can’t we sell them? I mean legally. I could have looked down, seen this kid at the end of my cord, said, “Oooh! How precious!”, scooped him up, stuffed him in a bag, sold him and then payed off my student loans. “Precious” my ass.


  3. Welcome to "Name That Comic Book"

    August 15, 2005 by Collin

    Here’s a panel from a comic book series that I loved as a child. It’s from the first issue which really overreached itself in terms of plot and art direction. It got better.

    A few observations about this panel:

    - I never realized that The Village Inn was such a rockin’ place.

    - Look at the size of Bushman’s pointing arm! You can tell he’s right handed. And lonely.

    - I never knew that dancing was worse than death. I know it often feels that way when you suddenly realize just how stupid you look, but given the choice between wiggling around a bit and cooling to room temperature in a pool of my own blood in the street, I’ll wiggle. Thanks.

    - I really think that the humiliation comes in how they are dancing. They just aren’t really trying. No wonder Bushman looks miffed.


    If I get enough people to play along I might turn this into another temporary “regular” feature.


  4. "Unanswerables" Answered – part 3

    August 12, 2005 by Collin

    Okay, first let me tell you the reason I’m going with this instead of the other suggestions. It isn’t because Heather asked for it. I know, that might be hard to believe, but it’s true. I’m going with “Unanswerables” because I’m a bit busier than I expected to be today and most of the things I suggested take a bit of time to assemble. I can do this about as easily as replying to one of Pat Angelo’s posts. I might have a bit of time to make a new CliparToon as well before the day is out. You never know until it’s too late.

    For those of you who were hoping for the other stuff, rest assured that it will be coming in time. I’m not sure the interview will be done after the next part or not, so those of you looking for an end to that, it may still be awhile.

    So here they are: fake answers to real questions that were asked of the fine people at Snopes – Your One Stop Shopping Spot for Urban Legend Debunking.

    Same disclaimers apply.

    Q: Can cocoa butter get rid of stretch marks?

    A: Yes, but only stomach stretch marks and you have to eat an awful lot of it. Constantly. I recommend spreading it on cocoa toast.
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    Q: is it true that if you take already been chewed gum and put it in an orange peel and put it in the refigrator for 4-6 weeks and then eat it will it be acid?

    A: Yes, but not the “happy” acid that makes you see strange and new things. It makes “alien blood” acid that will melt through your jaw and leave you looking like that poor kid who listened to too much ‘Stryper’, took too much “happy” acid then ate a shotgun. Or was it ‘Phil Collins’? Either way, as long as you keep it in that orange peel you should be safe.
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    Q: can you tell me how i would analyze the effect each statistic has on the world.

    A: Statistics actually have no effect whatsoever on the world. Meteors have quite an impact however.
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    Q: I have heard beggars can make a nice $100,000 salary, I was wondering if this is true.

    A: Absolutely! That’s why after the “dot.com” bust nobody really suffered. They just started begging and were able to continue living like kings. Or at least upper nobility. Sure, you have to “dress down” a bit when you go to work but that’s really not that hard. Rub a little dirt in your face; put some fake needle tracks on your arm; carry around a crack baby; you’re set! Honestly, the best career move you could make is to march right up to your McDonald’s supervisor and tell him just where he can stick your paper hat! Then march out with a song in your heart and bag full of cups to hold all of your loot and bask in the big business that is high profit begging!
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    Q: Hippies Help!
    If you smoke ‘shrooms (hallucinating type) will you get spores in your lungs from the fungus? Please advise!

    A: I don’t advise you ask hippies. That’s how they get more shrooms. By harvesting the lungs of people like you. If a hippy friend of yours offers you a shroom, it’s not because he wants you to experience wondrous hallucinations. It’s because he’s planting his future crop. I highly suggest you throw the shrooms back in his face, yell, “Screw you, you damned hippie lung farmer!” and then scamper off before he busts out his lung hoe.
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    Q: Have you heard anything about a palm rub done when someone is shaking or holding hands that indicates they want to have sex with you? It sounds like some kind of secret sex handshake — and I’ve heard nothing about it till today.

    A: Hahahah! Look at all the casual sex we’ve been having and you haven’t because you don’t know the secret! You schmuck! Sucks to be you!
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    Q: If you sneeze and get into an accident, are you still at fault? Are there any laws?

    A: Nope. A sneeze is an act of Satan. There are no laws when it comes to acts of Satan so it is considered “no fault”. You can certainly use this to your advantage now that you know the truth. The next time you crash into someone and it looks like it’s your fault, crawl out of the wreckage turn to whoever is closest and say, “Well? Aren’t you going to bless me?” You’ll be golden after that.
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    Q: how much would a penguin egg cost to buy and ship to texas email me as soon as you get the answer to this question bcuz i would like to buy a penguin egg so please email me asap!!!

    A: I have a penguin egg that I’m willing to sell you for $500. Plus $30 shipping and another $100 for insurance. Now, after it hatches you might think it’s a chicken, but it isn’t really. That is just an illusion caused by the hot Texas sun. It’s a kind of defense mechanism that penguins use when they find themselves in Texas. It’s perfectly natural, and is in fact an amazing example of the adaptive abilities of these wonderful birds.
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    Q: Is the government really as controlling and secretive as books make them out to be? Are there really tons and tons of secret spies all over the world?

    A: Of course not. That’s just silly talk. And I’m not just saying that because of the secret implant that nobody ever placed in my head behind my right ear that isn’t rigged to explode if I say anything that could be considered unpatriotic. Wink-wink.
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    Q: I would like to know what does work and what does not work for getting rid of ‘hickeys.’ Such as the cold spoon trick, toothpaste trick, etc.

    A: This always works. You get the person who gave you the hickey and then tell him or her to place lips against the exact spot and then blow as hard as possible. This will force the blood back into your veins where it belongs. You need to be sure they line up exactly right though or it’ll look like you have ringworms which is far worse than having a hickey unless you are in food service. In that case both are bad. If you’ve allowed some guy to indiscriminately hoover his lips all over your neck how can I be sure you’ve washed your hands before making my taco?
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    Q: Is it true that you are more likely to die from a champagne cork than a poisonous spider?

    A: It’s true. Corks can be amazingly vicious when cornered. Many of them pack uzis and they know how to use them.
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    Q: How long are the intestines?

    A: Long enough to run from your stomach to your butt-hole.
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    Q: can you tell me if there any subjects that have not been tainted by an urban legend in anyway shape or form?

    A: No I can’t. Sorry. It’s classified.
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    Q: Is Bounce (fabric softener sheet) unsafe to use? Is it on the EPA’s hazzardous waste list?

    A: They are safe to use as long as you don’t smoke them. This will give you what the kids these days call a “Bounce high”. It’s fun at first but before long you feel like you are being swarmed by beastly little teddy bears. And that’s just not safe.
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    Q: Can you give me ANY statistics about urban legends on the internet? Anything!!! My speech is due monday and I have to have a few statistics in it.

    A: 30% of the stupidest people in the United States will believe their favorite legend is true no matter what you tell them.
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    Q: if anyone understands what im saying please e-mail me at this e-mail adress.

    does anyone here bilieve that there are aliens in other planets? who really made us is there really a god? im not saying there isnt but who made god? seriously please answer back at me

    A: “Answer back at you”? I’m sorry. You are too stupid to be given the Truth. You might put your eye out.
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    Q: I’ve heard that it is impossible to take a lightbulb out of your mouth once one puts it in, without either breaking the bulb or dislocating the jaw.

    Do you know if this is true? I’m counting on you – my husband is really curious, and I don’t want to have to drive him to the hospital…

    A: This is one of those wacky college drinking games. You say that in a room full of people and invariably someone is drunk enough to try it. You wait until he has the bulb in his mouth and then you slam his jaw shut and everyone laughs and laughs. My advice is try it out on your husband and then refuse to drive.
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    And there you have it. Every “unanswerable” question has now been answered and the world is a much safer place for us all. Have a great weekend everyone.


  5. No post today.

    August 11, 2005 by Collin

    This is an illusion. Your eyes are playing tricks on you. Instead of creating something with which to (hopefully) entertain you today, I was over at Mark’s site commenting on a couple of his recent posts. And now my creative reservoir is drained.

    Sorry.

    In the meantime let me pose a question to you. What would you, my beloved readers, like me to do next out of these choices:

    - Write part 5 of the Interview with the Jolly Reaper.

    - Answer the remaining Snopes “Unanswerables”

    - Make fun of some ridiculous children products that I’ve had sitting on my desktop for awhile now.

    - Make a new CliparToon as the one that’s up there now has started to gather dust.

    - Draw something. Anything. Maybe a zombie. Or not.

    - This is an oldie: Make a new “Portal of Evil cartoon”.

    I’m not saying that any of that is what I will do, depending on what happens over the next 18 hours or so. But I would like to hear what you have to say.


  6. Harper’s Tidbits:

    August 10, 2005 by Collin

    Bits from the Harper’s Weekly and my take on the same.

    “A Florida man pleaded guilty to beating his wife to death because she wanted to cuddle after sex.”
    Explain that one to your cell mate. “I was done with ‘us’ time and I just wanted some ‘me’ time.” I hope he gets many years of fuzzy cuddling. Teach him a little tenderness.

    “A Cambodian man found his mother after being separated from her for thirty years, then learned that she was also the mother of his wife.”
    Oops. “Um. Kids. Remember how we couldn’t figure out why you all have flippers? We might have an answer.”

    “In Los Angeles, cocaine was found in the bloodstream of a toddler who died when her father used her as a shield in a shootout with police.”
    WTF? Okay, if someone holds up a kid, the cops should stop shooting. In no way am I saying this guy was right to hide behind his child or give her cocaine, but damn. LA.

    “A man in Yorkshire, England, filmed his own suicide on his mobile phone and beamed it to his girlfriend.”
    Apart from how wrong that is, I can’t help but wonder if he was driving at the time. And yeah, that’s wrong too. But it gives me a little hope if I can look around while driving, see all the people on their phones surrounding me and think that some of them won’t voluntarily be there tomorrow.

    “An Australian woman sued the Sydney Aquarium for allowing a shark tank to shatter and shower her in sharks.”
    I just really like the alliteration of ‘… shatter and shower her in sharks.’ Poetic. Imagine withstanding a shark shower. “We’re gonna need a bigger umbrella.”

    “A man fell off the same building twice in Darwin, Australia.”
    When I get the Harper’s mail I’m not given details. I have to let my fevered brain come to its own conclusions. Here, I figure he hit the ground, got up, dusted himself off, said “Survival of the fittest my ASS!” then hopped back in the elevator for another go. I might be wrong.

    “A British man was ordered to stop committing anti-social acts after he was witnessed throwing furniture through his windows, setting bonfires in the morning, and going out in public naked save for a hat and a padlock on his penis.”
    Thank God he remembered to lock up the penis before he left. That was quite responsible of him, given the circumstances. You know. Being batshit crazy and all. God bless the Brits though, “Oy. You there. Stop it.”

    “A company in California was planning to sell human breast milk.”
    To cows.

    “Scientists found that the male human brain has to work harder to listen to women than to listen to men.”
    Duh. Men usually don’t ask other men questions after a conversation. They just go their separate ways or try to kill one another. That’s it.

    “Prairie dogs in Colorado were found to have the plague.”
    Again? Haven’t we had plague ridden prairie dogs for years? Is this still news? I don’t think so. When their little plague ridden bodies rise up from the dead and start thirsting for whatever it is a prairie dog thirsts for – holes I guess – then it’ll be news. As far as that goes, would a prairie dog zombie actually rise from the grave or would it just resume burrowing with the occasional, “…rarrr…” ? Why am I asking you? You don’t care about these things.

    “Someone in South Africa was sodomizing corpses.”
    Talk about the best possible time for a zombie outbreak. Ride the tiger, buddy.

    The entire list can be found here: Weekly Review 2005.08.09.


  7. Apart from that Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the concert?*

    August 9, 2005 by Collin

    I was silly when I said I would have something more for you today. I’m dragging so much ass today I need another pair of pants and a few more hands. The concert ran long. We got out at 12:35 am. Home from picking up my daughter by 1:30. Might have fallen asleep by 2. Was supposed to be up at 7. Overslept a tinch and was six minutes late for work. The traffic lights were kind to me this morning.

    The good: It was the Aquabats. Trevor got four of the five band members to sign his shoes. I have a sticker… I didn’t get beat up by a gang of young freaks, which were there in abundance. Um…

    The bad: I will never, NEVER go to that venue again. Good GOD! It was easily 40 degrees hotter in that place than it was outside. And it was a damp, sweat infused, people stink heat. Standing room only. I hate crowds as it is, and there they kept touching me. Ugh. UGGGHHH! And yes, my ears are still ringing. If I ever find myself deaf when I’m older and start to wonder how it could have happened, it would be grand if someone would refer me back to this post so I can read it and go, “Oh. Right.” My eyes hurt too, probably from smoke or missing sleep. Or some eye disease that was born through the air on the freak funk. I don’t know. About halfway though The Aquabats’ song “Red Sweater” I realized I was about to pass out from heat exhaustion. Someday I imagine I’ll look back on this and say, “Gosh, that was hot.”

    Tomorrow I might be back to normal. Whatever that is.

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    * I know, it’s “play” but I wasn’t there for a play dammit! And I do feel like I was shot in the head.


  8. All Hail Stan

    August 8, 2005 by Collin

    Okay a couple days back Eye of Goof linked to this site where I found a poster that I spent a couple minutes on my break turning into this:

    And that’s it. Munch them cookies.


  9. A quick post of no substance

    August 8, 2005 by Collin

    Hi kids! Today there are three of us here in our wonderful art department, where there would normally be six. That means I’ll only have time for a single quick post today. And this is it.

    Tonight I’m going to be taking my son to see The Aquabats in concert. It’s in a small venue so I expect that I shall be deaf by the end of the night. I must say, hearing was awfully fun while it lasted!

    Trevor will also be going. Even though he forgot to tell me about the concert, he did manage to paint up a new pair of converse high tops with the Aquabats logo. They turned out real nice. He’s going to try to get them signed after the concert. Regardless of whether he succeeds I’ll post some photos of them at some point this year.

    Tomorrow I might have something wondrous for all you out there. I have a couple new drawing programs that I’m trying out. “Real media” programs. If I come up with anything decent I’ll put it up. If I don’t, that’s right, I won’t.

    Oh yeah, school starts for my chill’ens a week from Thursday. One is excited and one is depressed. You can probably guess which is which.


  10. The explanation…

    August 4, 2005 by Collin

    I should have added this to my first set of Answers to “Unanswerables”. This is Snopes explanation for the questions:

    Every day our inbox fills with hundreds of questions that range from the routine to the extraordinary, the mundane to the fantastic. While we’re honored that our readers think to turn to us with these head-scratchers, many of their queries are too obscure or complicated for us to answer. Among the more unusual questions that are sent our way, we sometimes find a few seemingly posed with such a sense of urgency that we can’t help but wonder about the circumstances that prompted them — and the results.

    Unfortunately the results may never be known, but at least I can help the world at large by providing answers that can be relied on to be totally wrong if not outright lies. Just doin’ what I can.