If it somehow slipped your mind, don’t forget to register to vote, especially if you live in one of those not quite lame, yet not quite cool places we politely call swing states. The deadline’s very soon and in some places you can already vote.
Also, I won’t be at SPX this weekend. Say hi to the nerds for me!
We need a new bubble to fool-heartedly invest in. I humbly suggest alt-weekly cartoons. Fungible Funnies! Now gimme your money! There’s equity in my stack of cartoons. I promise!
Even I, a lowly fart-joke merchant, knew the housing bubble was fucked over five years ago. The same folks who did nothing to address it in all that time are now saying we have to act fast? With some bullshit plan slapped together in a week? Fuck that noise.
I should’ve noted in my previous post about Ward Sutton’s fake cartoonist character Kelly that the non-fictional* Jen Sorensen of Slowpoke fame is also in Denver doing some excellent blogging for C-Ville Weekly. And Tom Tomorrow’s doing the same for the New Haven Advocate.
Which leads me to ask: Why didn’t The Phoenix send me? I can twitter as good as David Bernstein. There’s a notebook full of mile-high-club dick jokes I have to throw out now.
*As far as I know, Jen is a real person. She could be an elaborate Andy Kaufman-esque performance art piece, but she stayed in character even while crashing on my inflata-bed.
Hey you assholes! I’m still unpacking and thinking up a cartoon, but I thought I’d let you know you can now listen to Phill Jupitus’ BBC Radio 4 show about comics whenever you like. Now the foul language I spewed all over the British Isles is preserved for all eternity.
Apparently my swearing was allowed to air because of my accent. From the producer of the program:
I had to get that swear word signed off from the powers that are on high! We got away with it because of your accent I think - priddy shiddy!
I guess it’s similar to how arse and shite are allowed on PBS when they run stuff from the UK.
You can find the audio embedded on this page. The bit with Jen, Mikhaela, Masheka, and myself starts around the 20 minute mark.
After listening to this program, it’s pretty obvious that I still overcompensate for my Boston accent. I tried to drop it in college because it was a source of much amusement for my peers. But now I add the letter “r” into places where it doesn’t even belong. Acknowledging this is the first step towards me becoming non-rhotic and proud.
Apparently everyone everywhere can listen to that BBC radio thing about comics I was talking about. Go nuts.
I spotted this while urinating at the impeccable Brockton Fair toilets during a demolition derby.
Brockton, even if you spell it incorrectly, doesn’t suck ass. It sucks balls, and that’s it. Maybe I’m ego-centric, but has Easton produced a snarky cartoonist? No?! Of course not. That place is fuckin’ boring. Brockton is where it’s at. Brockton nurtures nerds like you wouldn’t believe. I’d have a real job by now if Brockton really sucked ass.
But seriously folks, only move there if you suck at driving and enjoy being part of the shittiest driving community I ever had the displeasure of driving with. Really. You Brockton peeps suck at cars!
Here’s the result of last Wednesday’s Drinking and Drawing Boston. When I first went up, I really screwed over the poor person who had to turn my tentacled mess into something workable. The second time I went to the light tables, I created what are essentially IPA-fueled scribbles on a lawn chair.
Here’s the result of last Wednesday’s Drinking and Drawing Boston. When I first went up, I really screwed over the poor person who had to turn my tentacled mess into something workable. The second time I went to the light tables, I created what are essentially IPA-fueled scribbles on a lawn chair.
