This site reminds me of the original Fucked Company back in the day: pure, unbridled snark, set afaire with the power of a thousand blazing suns. Good times.
“The South of France, a young man in his early 20′s, rock ‘n’ roll musician, that’s a mighty fine combination. I’m tellin ya, that’s when you’re shittin’ in tall cotton.”
Quoted by Bobby Keys, saxophonist, reflecting on recording Exile on Main Street with the Rolling Stones.
Doonesbury takes on the Texas Legislature: pure unadulterated brilliance.
What’s even funnier is the way most newspapers are underscoring their irrelevance by refusing to publish the strips this week.
Monologue: I’m Comic Sans, Asshole.
Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business’ website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.
Lots of small updates. I was in Chestertown for day 2 of bumper building with Mr. Scout, and I wrote up a report here. I was also trying to make time to get to the steelyard to buy stock for a TV stand, and made it all the way down there with Finn to realize I’d left my wallet at the house.
I’m continuing to enjoy the Chinook IPA I brewed last month. It’s now registered for a local beer competition (“Manifold IPA”, in celebration of successful surgery on the Scout), and have to find a way to get it down to Maryland Homebrew to officially enter it. I also had another fantastic IPA at Brian’s that I think will be my next recipe.
Week 1 of life with my iPhone 4S has been awesome, to say the least. Having the camera in my phone rival that of a dedicated point-and-shoot is worth the purchase price. Having them sync wirelessly is like Christmas in July. I was driving the Scout back from Chestertown yesterday and asked Siri, “Tell Jen I’m over the bridge.” Siri set up a text message almost immediately and sent it off—working perfectly over the whine, roar, and rattle of the Scout at 65MPH. I bought an Otterbox Commuter case for it, and it’s a perfect fit.
Also: this rules.
Another analogy, Gen-X is like the middle child. No matter how hard Gen-X works, it is not going to be the pride of being the eldest child nor the pride of being the youngest child. So, the eldest and the youngest get their sense of entitlement while the middle child works hard just to be recognized for its accomplishments.
…via the comments at Generation X Doesn’t Want to Hear It.