I seriously hate losing an hour. Gaining an hour is like some awesome time traveling adventure where you’re rewarded for your valiant efforts with extra sleep. Losing an hour is just cruel.
Pasta
Pizza
Steak Subs dripping with juice
Hand tossed salad
Juicy Imported Tomatoes come on the “Caprese”
Hot, Wide-Open Zucchini Blossoms, deep-fried
Is good literature dead? Yes. That’s why this column is so successful (I have two loyal readers I don’t even have to PAY). I like to think this is the place where one can focus on the shitty books of now (or then) that would make Wharton cry elegantly or cause Poe to have a [...]
I challenge you: grab a magnifying glass and a butterfly, and tell me that what you see doesn’t look exactly like the butterfly in this comic. The crazy eyes. The bad teeth. These sort of things are standard issue in the butterfly world. Caterpillars think they’re going to become beautiful, but in reality, they look better as fuzzy worms. Cuter that way, too.
Introduction:
My job is stupid. Don’t get me wrong, I like pay checks and employment, as I lack other methods for collecting said pay check, but working is just dumb. To clue you in to the environment of my mental personal hell, I’ve included a scene from this mornings antics:
Method One:
Boss: “Did you print something on [...]
A bus load of Tea Party protesters arrived Saturday at Yellowstone National Park, kicking off a cross-country tour to protest the National Park system for what they consider wasteful spending and misuse of public funds—among other issues.
“Give us back our land” was the mantra of the 1,500-strong crowd at Yellowstone’s front entrance, carrying signs saying “Real Americans R Endangered Species, Too – Wheres R Protection?” and “Illegal Immigrants Out of ‘Jose-mite’!”
This comic is actually based on a true story. This guy Eileen and I knew in college did this exact thing, only instead of a hotdog, it was human being.
A hasty survey (taken at parties when I say I am going to powder my nose, but really I am checking out their fridges) of my friend’s fridges (and pantries) reveals that certain people can live without quinoa. Few of my friends are spelt-lovers. Few take the time to cut fruit with a fruit knife in the European manner—there are lots of packages of Wegman’s pre-cut melon.
How would I go about throwing a fancy dinner party for upwards of 50 guests?
Stage One: Denial
What? Fifty people didn’t really respond to the Evite. It’s not like they all don’t know you live in a two-bedroom apartment. They don’t expect you to cook anything – you have an abortion for a kitchen, [...]
Sometimes, a cartoonist just needs to draw a pig.