Created this summer, the time she was heading to Los Angeles.
Backed Up Comeks
Ryan Ehresmoni has been drawing since his cousin Mike bought him that Mad Magazine. 2011. Updated daily.
Volunteer with children. You get to say fun stuff, like, “These Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles look fantastic, Mojeed!”
Every entree I served that evening is written around that sketch. Must have been a slow night.
Answer to the question, “You planned a rock show, and that’s all?”
I add, “And I moved apartments. Fall has been fun.”
Answer to the question, “What the hell have you been doing since August?”
Nothing too special over the weekend. Just making note that Town Hall’s jukebox is as collective as the patrons. Someone played “Redneck Woman”. It’s a great pop country song, but after living in Indiana, your threshold for that shit grows very thin. You learn to hate perfectly good songs like “Before He Cheats” before you even give them a chance. So, I was happy to hear some syrupy glossy Gretchen Wilson single in the mix, rather than listen to the twenty-two minute squealing bologna of the Velvet Underground.
The common clay of the New West.
DOUBLE WHAMMY TODAY.
First, I had a conversation years back with a special lady friend about the inability for women to grow facial hair. She expressed her disappointment. “Why would a God discriminate against women like that? It’s not fair at all.”
She paused and added, “I think it’d be awesome to have a beard.”
The second drawing has been floating around the apartment since the Pride parade came through and destroyed my neighborhood. And for the following week you could see glitter, confetti, and feathers all over the sidewalk, as if a gay H-Bomb exploded at Roscoe and Halsted.
Good health is a small window.
Planview actually says “crying” instead of “whining” in the final scene.
