June 17, threethousandnineteenthirtyfour:
Earth’s greatest hero, captivity enthusiast, thrice consecutively voted “Most likely to be stripped of clothing and sent to The Arena” and all-around white guy Flash Gordon is defeated by a backwards S (Roneldo’s whereabouts unknown). A truce was called when both sides realized they despised trousers. The kneeling fellow in the second frame is actually being executed for the sake of peace.
Annnnnnnnnnd evidently I have things to do.
Orange and blue? Who’da thunk it? Yes, but see, this time there is green, also.
We don’t get great cellular telephone reception here by the water for some reason.
Also, I suspect this fish is not authorized to wear a hat with so many ridges.
Alsoer, those buildings are supposed to be in the distance, but you are welcome to believe that the foreground creatures are directly beside them, if that lets you like it better.
Sunday, the twenty-ninth: It is against my personal principles, but I am going to try and do something productive tomorrow.
One thing that I think is neat about last.fm, the website which was the topic of this post before it got too long and stupid and I had to remove the actual informative information from it to keep the length reasonable, are these little biographies that show up when I listen to music that I’ve liked for years but never gave much thought to the creators of.
I learned, for example, that before he become a game music composer, back in his younger days as a consulting detective, Koichi Sugiyama developed some solid theories linking video to the death of the radio star.
Later in life he of course went on to be Barack Obama.
Aw ban, that guy has so many albums of the same corny Dragon Warrior tunes, because people buy them. He must be rolling in dough. I, meanwhile, often find myself rolling in dopes. Yes that’s the only reason I mentioned it.
Although now I have decided that also I object to dumb Healie playing drums. Healie is like a floating dope with no torso or nose. Dopes often forget to have arms, so this seems like the next [totally il]logical step.
This puts me in a tough position because healers also remind me of c3po, who is my personal hero in life despite being a robot and not actually alive and not actually existent, but I stand by my principles. Healie cannot stand by its own principles because it has neither principles nor legs to actually stand with.
I’m not here to do things Healie would like! My parties are swingin’ occasions and healie isn’t welcome at them.
(who himself overcame the adversity of not having a face), and daring to go on quests wearing bright pink armor and refusing to shave his purple mustache, but Healie tries too hard to gain favor, and quite pinkly I find it sickening.
Excuse me, Ragnar’s party obtained the gold? As I see it, there’ll be no divvying of this plunder at journey’s end
Well now you’ve done it: you’ve emboldened Healie to commit the ultimate treachery: transforming into a skeleton. A jogging skeleton. You know you’re an inefficient being when becoming a skeleton enhances your skills. That is, if you are competent enough to know things.
we needn’t encourage this sort of behavior!
Now I just feel inadequate. I am blue with envy. I would be green but thankfully I’m not yella.
Although for some people being yella is the least of their problems.
As per the terms of its will or something, its remains were dropped to the deepest, least accessible point of the base of Sabbadoy Falls.
Fort Lauderdoodle, Florida. November 26, 2006
Litchfield, Connecticut. December 25, 2007
New York City, America. November 16, 2008
Mir Space Station, Space. February 19, 2010
Green Hill Zone, Michigan August 11, 2010
FinePix A500, whose name I only discovered by opening one of its pictures in Microsoft Notepad,
Farewell, fine fujifilm fellow. You will be replaced.
I was self-conscious about how stupid this was at one point, but then I uploaded it anyway so that’s kind of pantless. Pointless, I mean. It is very pant-less.
I added those weird squares to trick you into thinking this had a background.
An acquaintance told me how another acquaintance of his, whom he told about my dumb comic, had referred to this blue imbecile as “the UPS dragon” when I guess through some means or another the topic came up, even though this creature is just a regular dumb old lizard and not actually employed by a legitimate delivery service.
In fact it’s hardly a lizard at all. It doesn’t even have scales. I don’t really know what it is apart from very happy and very stupid.
About halfway through I considered the commonly associated UPS brown semi-pants, but I was of the opinion that while that looked very dumb it was not dumb *enough.* As it went, you can tell right away “this thing is incompetent.” Although having the hat backward also accomplishes that goal. The fool looks like an idiot both times that way. There may be other exceptions, as well.
I do not accept this!
Wednesday August 11:
Hello. Are you still there? I’m still not!
Monday August 9:
I complain about lawn mowers a lot. I really can’t stand them. Every week, May to November, lawn mowers mowing lawns. There must be something we can do about this.
I appreciate them trying to address my issue, but I cannot approve of making a public spectacle of clown mowing. It seems rude. Nobody chooses to be a clown, after all.
Friday, August 6:
Hello. Evidently I will be going away for a week. No, not necessarily to jail, and you probably won’t notice.
WOW, you mean to tell me I can get all the channels that everybody gets for free for less than 20 dollars a month?!?!?
There’s probably more to this package than local affiliates, but Comcast ought to at least hint at that. I hate to think, as much as I know it is true, that it is more than sufficient to market your product exclusively at idiots to make good profits.
This is like Sirius satellite radio offering a “lite” option that allows me to pick up fm stations.
I remember when I passed through the New York City, back in Mayish, witnessing a billboard for a radio station proclaiming “COMMERCIAL FREE MONDAYS!”
WOW! I get to not hear ads or songs I hate EVER by not listening to FM radio! People have been buying personal music playing objects for nearly thirty years now and presumably collecting musical recordings to go along with that. Nobody who owns an ipod has any excuse to complain about commercial breaks on radio stations. You paid all that money for the blasted thing, so use it. “Commercial free” may not even be true. A company can sponsor a block of noise and just have said periodically “the drive at five is brought to you by BURGER KING.”
On that note, I think there is great potential in the field of fast food heads of state and positions of authority.*
French Fry Pharaoh
Cinnamon Roll Ayatollah
Gang of Four Hoagies and More
Now I’m hungry.
Now I’m not.
*List separated with colors to make it easier to read and because I didn’t realize how awful it looked until I’d already inserted 50 little font codes, not because ten years ago I built a time machine.