One of the few comic strips I truly enjoy (on those rare instances I actually read the comics … usually these days, I settle for browsing Comic Curmodgeon).
“B.C.,” populated by prehistoric cavemen and dinosaurs, was launched in 1958 and eventually appeared in more than 1,300 newspapers with an audience of 100 million, according to Creators Syndicate Inc., which distributes it.
“He was generally regarded as one of the best cartoonists we’ve ever had,” Hart’s friend Mell Lazarus, creator of the “Momma” and “Miss Peach” comic strips, said from his California home. “He was totally original. ‘B.C.’ broke ground and led the way for a number of imitators, none of which ever came close.”
I need more time. Anyone got a watch that stops time? After I get all my work done, we can go to the bars and pick people’s pockets while they’re stuck in time. We can get drunk, too. It’ll be great.
I hope everyone has a wonderful and safe Bunny Day. Just remember to be careful: if the White Ninja Rabbit shows up on your doorstep, throw it a carrot and run like hell.
I saw the trailer for this film on Dara’s blog, and after some research, yes indeed, it is real, and coming to DVD … eventually.
It’s like “Snakes on a Plane”, except instead of snakes they’re sheep, and instead of a plane you’ve got New Zealand, and instead of Sammy Jackson, you got some New Zealander bloke. I can’t wait for the climactic moment of the film when the New Zealander cries out “I am so sick and motherfucking tired of all these motherfucking sheep on this motherfucking beautiful island!”
So after a long day at work, I got off at 4ish. 4:30 to be precisw, because Zebulon who I called at 4 said “I’m mleaving now” and I was like “You’ee schdeculed to be here now” amnd he was lie “…” and I was like “!!!!” and I left at 4:30.
I’m runk, can you tell? if not, you’re dumb. Dumbass.
Anyeway, so I get home around 5 cuz I went to the ATM deposit first. I’m supposed to be at Geisha’s at 6:45: dinner wirh her an d her new boyfriend at 8p or whatever. So I get home and I’m hungry and I don’t want to eat a hotpicket so I put in a microwave popcorn and pop a Narty boh to drink with it Then I drive over ot Geisha’s at 6:45 to meet the cab, and lo’ and bwhols, I oull in the parking lot and there are two cop card and a froesivncs van and I’m like “PNE NATTY BOH!” but they weeen’t there for me — two or three people got murdered in her buklding or some shit.
Antway, park, wak past the cops — tons of ‘em! all of Cocketysvile!!!!!! - and banv on her door until she lets me in, Meets her new b/f who she calls something specific, but I’m calling him “Shaggy.” Great guy. We hit it off. Cab down to Obrecki’s in Baltimore — FIRST TIME EVER IN A TAXI CAB — not a fan of crabs (and me a native Martylanderewr) and I eat mostly feies and onion rings and a SHIT LOAD OF BEERS HOLY WFF I’m DRUNK CA YOU FUCKING RELL — a nd then I give over-counter-bearhugs to the bartender who’s awesome and commuted to work at Californaia Pizza Kitchen in H.V. for awhile — and then a taxi ride hpke — SECOND TIME IN TWAXI EVER — and then I’m punching out thisp ost wasted,
Shit.
I counted like a natty boh, six or seven or twelve Bass ales and yuenglings and two shots of something strong. I’m going to have a fuckign hang over tomorrow.
Except a sober version of this later in thw week. I LOVE YOU ALL.
SOBERDATE:
(It’s like an “update” but the only real update is that I’m “sober” so it’s a “soberdate.”)
Rough night of sleep — went to bed like a rock, woke up at 5, and tossed and turned for the rest of the night. No porcelein hugging thank goodness, but I think this is going to be one of those days I take a nice long nap in the afternoon. Now I just have to get my car back … (left it at Geisha’s).
