Olympic Fever!

It may be the fifth time I’ve used that malady as an excuse. I’m taking a short break from the saga of how the Ninja Twins were placed under house arrest to bring you my ridiculous impressions of Olympic Sports from 1988. Note the officials are South Korean, otherwise I’m sure this could pass forContinue reading “Olympic Fever!”

On the first part of the journey….

Oh, the poor kittens. Of course, it loses a lot of suspense when you realize it’s all a flashback. Then again, one of the non-fictional twins jumped head-first into a glass door tonight, so they never fail to dish the suspense to the max. I have since covered the door with Stik-ees, but the kittenContinue reading “On the first part of the journey….”

Flashback to new beginnings.

I’m actually attempting to comprehend what the twins have told me of their lives before me, and show it to you. Turns out they come from the same planet as their Pops. Who would have guessed? So, it’s all intricate and stuff, today’s will also be a tad tardy.

Crossing the line of reality.

I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I have a rather active imagination where my life is concerned. For instance, if a spider were to drop from the ceiling, onto my bed, and steal one of my earplugs, I’d probably let him keep it. This week should start a new arc of the story…ifContinue reading “Crossing the line of reality.”

Everybody has their own doom.

I put so much effort into the 7/21 strip, that I’ve held up the 7/23 one. Now my hand is cramped. For the record, I don’t keep the shop-vac that close to the basement door, and I’d never leave the radio plugged in on the stairs. I could kill someone with that, and at theContinue reading “Everybody has their own doom.”