The very finest in fake lies, yelling, and jokes that aren't worth the legwork
Okay listen: You know I love you people but my wife’s job is doing a cake for her birthday in forty minutes, and like, comics are still gonna be there later today, but the same cannot be said of cake, so let’s roll this beautiful book footage and get your boi a slice. (Obligatory reminder…
AS BEFITS THE SPOOKITY SZN, our yard has been claimed as the home, albeit probably temporary, of TWO BLACK CATS ₐₙd ₐₗₛₒ ₐ gᵣₑy ₐₙd wₕᵢₜₑ ₜₐᵦᵦy ₒₙₑ, whom we have lent the traveling-names of Hallie Ween (mama, black), Mage (bb #1, black), and Jack (of the Obsessive Bonesman fame, bb #2, tabby). They are…
Well, my wife just called them ‘vampire seeds’ after mishearing me say I was going to have some sunflower seeds, so OBVIOUSLY that’s all I’m ever calling them again; frankly I’m surprised it took this long. She also hates Brad Bellflower, the absolutely fictional founder of Apartments.com, with an incandescent loathing that would kill any…
Pop quiz, gentle readers! Are we watching several small children while their parents travel for a funeral, or looking after very drunk friends who never seem to sober up: I SHOULD HOPE IT GOES WITHOUT SAYING that this is the reason for this week’s late article. Those drunk babies take terrible dictation. (Obligatory reminder to subscribe…
READER: My brain is on fire. Not (or at least not only) for comics reasons, nor for fever reasons because I’m the only one left in this goddamn state who wears a mask, but for a reason I don’t think I’ve ever brought up in my writings here: my lifelong, absolutely personality-destroying obsession with neography,…