Calvin minus Hobbes.
Not quite Garfield minus Garfield, but we’ll forgive it that for being fucking Calving and goddam Hobbes.
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Not sure if this site has been posted before, but working at a comic book store and spending a lot of time there, I think I’ve heard people say all of these things. wow.
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Today is the anniversary of the Moon Landing. Let's review all the ways it is not a hoax. In comic form.
For the benefit of Mr. Lindstedt.
The Book of Genesis illustrated by R. Crumb.
I am buying this. Supposedly he didn’t have to change a thing to make it hilarious.
Hey....I know these girls.
A comic artist spotted me old high school mates, Beth and Cheryl, having a drink at Bob and Barbara’s. We frequented the bar but never did we end up displayed on http://www.phillyturkey.com/Comics/052609.asp
Meet Rob Liefeld, super successful comic book artist.
The fact that he cannot draw anything to save his life has not stopped him from making millions. I hate the world.
How many Dilbert comics have to mirror your real life experiences before it's officially depressing?
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A Music Nerd's Burden
I am not alone in the world. You see, I’ve been in more than my share of arguments about going out to a bar or club and how I picky I am about where I want to go. I can’t go to places with shitty music. I just can’t. It drives me insane. I can’t enjoy myself. People say I’m just exaggerating or being difficult and I wish it were the case, but it’s quite simple: if there’s shitty music, I’m not having fun. I can’t ignore it. I can’t block it out. It’s there and it’s awful and it makes me want to fight people.
If you clicked the link, you’ll see that somewhere else in the world there’s someone with this same complex who wrote a little comic about it. So next time I refuse to go to the Irish Pub or Silk City or all other manner of poorly DJ’d watering hole, you’ll know I’m not being difficult. I’m saving you the trouble of dealing with me being forced to hear Counting fucking Crows.
On the converse, if we go someplace with good music, you get to be around someone who is almost unreasonably happy and excited all the time. So it goes both ways, really.