Red Sox – Yankees

Since the forum’s pretty much dead, I’m making this post for Craig to gloat in when the damage is done Saturday, Sunday, or Monday.

I’ve been busy this summer and probably only watched about thirty of the regular season games, significantly lower than the one-hundred games I watched during the championship season. Hopefully that will make any tragic outcomes that much more bearable.

The Natty Book of World Averages

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I had to rush this comic to make sure last week’s travelling wouldn’t keep me from missing a deadline. It’s a shame, because I think the premise is solid; it’s just not executed well.

Anyway, a book that champions the painfully ordinary instead of record breakers doesn’t require a lengthy commentary, especially when it’s done this lamely. To make up for the lack of content, here are some links that are vaguely related to this week’s toon:

For those unfamiliar with National Bohemian and the evil eye of Mr. Boh, this site will get you up to speed. Natty Boh is the only economy brew that holds a special place in my heart. My apologies for shoehorning him into a comic. I’ve been trying to do that for years now.

Reciting pi to the nth digit has always been a nerd pissing contest. Now that pi is a button on nearly every calculator, memorizing it is a completely pointless exercise. You should free that brain space to figure out where you’re life went so wrong. If you insist on memorizing that mystical ratio, Hard N’ Phirm have an excellent video to help you on your way.

Did you know the store’s open? Well it is, and in spite of my tiny little girl hands, I was able to type the Paypal code perfectly.

Two more things about the stuff in the store: 1) If you’re one of the lucky few who get to see my grumpy grimace in the real world, you can buy this stuff minus the shipping costs, or just get me drunk and I’ll give it away like your moms. (Oh no I didn’t!) 2) I haven’t actually dropped the comics off at Million Year Picnic yet. I’ll be going sometime Monday evening.

Obligatory DeLay Post

Just to get my business all up in the blog aggregators, I’d like to point out that I did a cartoon about that human shit stain Tom Delay a couple months ago.

The indictment’s great and all, but since the GOP controls everything, this won’t mean anything until most people start paying attention, which won’t be until late summer ’06. And even then, that’s assuming the Democrats take the cocks out of their mouths and start screaming about the corruption that has undermined our government.

Sure the Republicans are failing spectacularly, but if the Democrats refuse to fill that void, the GOP’s just going to come back in ’06 with some bullshit catch phrases and photo ops.

Me Me Me

As part of Phil Kahn’s essays for Katrina relief program, Rob Balder asked him to write an article about Big Fat Whale, which you can find here.

Thanks to Phil for writing the rather flattering piece, even if the humanitarian pay for play influenced his opinion. And thanks to Rob for pimping my comic, a chore I’ve been neglecting for far too long.

I agree with Phil’s assessment about this site’s poor navigation. It’s cobbled together from bits of code I learned in high school, so it’s unlikely I’ll be able to master a more dynamic and user friendly site design any time soon.

If that’s not enough of other people talking about me, David Halperin of Campus Progress wrote about meeting the Campus Progress cartoonists (sans David Rees) at SPX here.

Finally Out of My Automocar

The Yankees ruin everything. I was all set to make it back from SPX in record time when I got stuck in stadium traffic. Other than that, the weekend was dandy. Now it’s sleepy time.

I put up the new store. Let me know if I fucked up the code, particularly the Paypal links. If they accidently charge you a bajillion dollars, pay it anyway so I can buy a houseboat.

SPX

Come visit me in Bethesda, MD at SPX, the country’s premiere indie comics convention. I’ll be sharing a table with Matt Bors of Idiot Box fame. In addition to our fabulous asses, hundreds of other cartoonists will be in attendance, including Keith Knight, Mikhaela Reid, James Kochalka, the Dumbrella folks, Ryan North, and many others who are probably well-known to people who aren’t me.

The new mini-comic will debut at the convention at a discounted price.

$8 for a one day membership, $15 for the whole weekend.

Friday: 2-8 PM
Saturday: 10 AM-7 PM

More info
In addition to being free of mainstream superhero comics, and the retailers and cosplay nerds they attract, this convention features a cash bar. And if you need more prodding to make the trip to DC, there’s an anti-war rally, fair, and concert that same weekend!

SPX

Come visit me in Bethesda, MD at SPX, the country’s premiere indie comics convention. I’ll be sharing a table with Matt Bors of Idiot Box fame. In addition to our fabulous asses, hundreds of other cartoonists will be in attendance, including Keith Knight, Mikhaela Reid, James Kochalka, the Dumbrella folks, Ryan North, and many others who are probably well-known to people who aren’t me.

The new mini-comic will debut at the convention at a discounted price.

$8 for a one day membership, $15 for the whole weekend.

Friday: 2-8 PM
Saturday: 10 AM-7 PM

More info

In addition to being free of mainstream superhero comics, and the retailers and cosplay nerds they attract, this convention features a cash bar. And if you need more prodding to make the trip to DC, there’s an anti-war rally, fair, and concert that same weekend!

The Free Speech Institute

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I was going to write a lengthy commentary for this, but I’m short on time. I am incredibly conflicted when it comes to protests and could’ve used a few hundred words to explain my Kerry-esque nuanced position, but a couple glib paragraphs will have to do.

I’m obviously a big free speech advocate. And with the exception of Fred Phelps and the Potential Baby Brigade, I almost always agree with the cause of the protestors. However, I hate hippies, and this is where my conflict lies.

Almost all protests devolve into some sort of circus of the retarded, with a bunch of well-intentioned, but painfully obnoxious folks who appear to be more concerned with having a good time than convincing others that theirs is a worthy cause. I have no data to back this up, but I’m fairly certain that all the protests that ever got anything done were dignified affairs that made it difficult for the participants to be marginalized. The Civil Rights movement and Cesar Chavez’ march come to mind, but I’m sure there are others.

The model for protests should not be the anti-war movement of the sixties. In case you forgot, it didn’t do shit. Public opinion turned on the Vietnam War in spite of the hippies, not because of them.

The media is already slanted towards the interests of its owners. Don’t make it easier for them to marginalize you by acting like a moron. And pretty please, with whole grain granola on top, no more fucking puppets. I know your parents paid a lot of money for art school and you have nothing else to show for it, but it’s really not helping.

And if you insist on being a dink in DC this weekend, you can swing by SPX, and organize a sit-in around my table, V-55. Everyone else can go to the Big Fat Store starting Monday.

I Still Love Television

It’s comedy nerd xmas, season premiere week on the fun box. Of course there’s tons of crap that makes me question how dumb our society can get, but if you look closely, you can find some good stuff mixed in, like sparkling tinsel in a puppy’s Christmas poo.

Arrested Development and The U.S. Office picked up right where they left off. If you’re not watching either, you’re killing them, and poor Uncle Oscar. I’ve only seen the pilots, but so far My Name Is Earl and Kitchen Confidential show a lot of promise. None of these shows have laugh tracks, so I only recommend them to those people who are already aware of what they find funny.

There’s other good stuff too, but these are the best ones that are in danger of getting cut because the audience they’re aimed at won’t put down the brie for thirty minutes to watch TV like the plebes.