Bill Hicks! Bill Hicks! Bill Hicks!
For your pleasure:
‘But where did this veneration of childbirth come from, I missed that meeting, I tell you that. “Oh, childbirth is such a miracle, it’s such a miracle.”
No more of a miracle than eating food and a turd coming out of your ass. You know what a miracle is? A miracle is raising a kid who doesn’t talk in a fucking movie theatre, there’s your goddamned miracle. If it were a miracle, then not every nine months any yin-yang in that world can drop a litter of these mewling fucking cabbages on the planet, and in case you have not checked the single mom statistics lately – the miracle is spreading like fucking wildfire.
Trailer parks, all over America, filling up with little miracles. THUNK. THUNK. THUNK. “Look at all my little miracles.” THUNK. THUNK. “Filling up my trailer like a sardine can.” THUNK. THUNK. “You know what’d be a real miracle, if I could remember your daddy’s name, goddamn it.” THUNK. “I guess I’ll have to call you Trucker Jr. That’s all I remember about your daddy, was his fuzzy little pot-belly riding on top of me, shooting his caffeine-ridden semen into my belly, to produce my little water-head miracle baby-child.” THUNK. “There’s your brother, Pizza Boy Delivery Jr.” THUNK. “There’s your other brother, Exterminator Jr.” THUNK. “There’s your other brother, ‘Will Work For Food Jr.'” Thank you very much, good night. ‘
It’s the raver RPG! From Lauren
So here‘s a Buffy personality quiz. (From Soapboxgirls).
For your information, I am Xander, according to the test.
Tom the dancing bug returns with this. It’s achingly unfunny (and yet hilarious) and horrific, and does a great job expressing the unapproachable magnitude of loss that needs to be expressed in NYC, I feel. That sense that no matter what, the line ‘terrorists detroyed the world trade center killing thousands’ will pop up in conversation sooner or later. It’s good to see this starting to be addressed in daily strips. The only one I’d seen previously was User Friendly.
Last night, at Day & Nicole’s birthday party, I think it took about an hour to come up. Which is pretty good. Actually, it came up because Abby had gone to see AI on the 11th, as a break from watching CNN all the time. Of course, you can imagine how that went if you’ve seen it. I can’t remember a mainstream movie that I found as disturbing as AI in recent memory.
If anyone has other web-comics that have had interesting pieces related to all this, please let me know.
This page has a nifty collection of pangrams for all your Type-buffs out there. Otherwise, here’s a link to the site’s front page, as the whole site is pretty interesting.
I stole this link from ‘What do I know‘
Check out Forget Magazine, for an underground-ish Canadian perspective. The article I’m pointing you to is called ‘The Sky is falling’. Thanks to Holland for the link.
So Wil Wheaton has his own website now. I was going to be all sarcastic and stuff, but after having visted the site, I’m so longer so inclined. It’s pretty interesting. No different than any other blog out there, except that he was once a TV/Movie star (I have no idea of his current status). It’s all self-designed, managed and run, and while he gets countless hits and comments on every thing he writes, it’s actually all well written, as these things go. And he likes comics, so how bad can he be?
So my hobbit name is Mungo Proudfoot. Leah’s is Lily Burrows. What’s odd is that I think I have an ancestor whose name was Mungo. St. Mungo, who is the patron saint of Glasgow.
I’d meant to put this up the other day, but couldn’t remember the URL. So without further ado, I present Exploding Dog, a bizarre sort of site. The guy will draw these stick-people figures from titles that random people send it. There are some really neat ones, really bad ones, and more often than not, really bizarre ones. At any rate, a great place to waste an afternoon or so.