If you were lucky enough to have seen my Poppy sing at a wedding, you’d probably have heard him do Just A Gigolo. If you were lucky enough to have a 50th wedding anniversary, he’d greet you with, “What went wrong?” Have a spot of tea and a spot of cookie for my Poppy’s 100th birthday today, he was the kind of fun they don’t make much anymore.
Yet another comic suggested by my Nan, singing at the table with the Ninja Twins, based on this strange out of context Fred Astaire musical number:
Two weeks ago I thought it would be clever to start the year with a musical number. Here’s hoping it plays out exactly as I drew it.
Here’s a present to everyone who is pottering around on the Internet today. Cheers!
What? It’s totally a family song, my Poppy sang it at weddings! I mean…it’s about bells on a string…RIGHT? 😉
Who else was told what 111 meant as a kid? Anyone?
Happy 111! I’m so confused!
How do you move in a world of fog that’s always changing things? You put Tom Waits in your ears, for starters. If there’s one thing 2016 has taught me, it’s to be grateful for people being not dead.
To the best of my knowledge there are no songs about John Howland falling off the Mayflower so please do not Google the totally fictional song I’m singing in search of the sheet music or lyrics because I claim no responsibility for what you may find.
Hello, today. If anyone knows what station is playing the Paul Winter show, lemme know.
Outtie time is super fun!
At least now I know what my problem was.
Hey, this thing’s about my life. I once drew a whole book with a main character who puked his way through everything.
I’m overwhelmed with death this morning. Sandra Dee and John Raitt were bad enough, but Dr. Thompson. OMG. I’m bummed. I wanna go watch Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas again.
Meanwhile, I drew today’s strip, and then played Monopoly with myself, because I’m snowed in. I have the EGA Monopoly Designer Kit written by Richard Tom, where 16 “people” can play. I play all 16. I’m currently beating myself after rebounding from a steep rent I had to pay myself on Kentucky Avenue, while I also languish in Jail. I play cuthroat Monopoly, man.
I was able to make my idea of beaming satellite into my head a reality for less than $50, and this is the family-friendly account of how that happened. I didn’t really break my hand, but it felt that way at the time. I’m happy to report that the termites didn’t reach the closet, as I never would have been able to kick my way out of the closet organizer if they had. Well…I would’ve but I’d be downstairs in a broken heap right now.
I’m mostly listening to Sirius 22, because it’s the most like WLIR, the station that was sold for $60 million to Unvision to be a Latino Mix mirror station. It doesn’t look as bad as it really was.
So, I haven’t gotten anything else done. Just listening to radio through my television.
I feel 12.