Headless humans and tummy aches
Today's strip asks you to suspend what you think of beheadings for just a moment -- not that they are horrifying international news letting us know exactly where we stand on the world stage -- but rather that funny shit that used to happen in horror movies to teens that got too frisky at summer camp.
Let's take BACK beheadings, people. Beheadings used to be cool, not a big world news bummer. If we let the terrorists be the only people getting anything out of beheadings, we will have let them won. What are you? French? Don't let that shit happen!
So, anyways...
There's a reason the strip is being posted late at night on Monday instead of way early, and it's not even the computer issue anymore. True, the sputterings of PJ's computer were a factor -- he brought his rig (not named "Chester," but it's a nice thought) to my house. I connected my wife's mouse, monitor and keyboard to his chassis and we did a little diagnosing, playing with RAM sticks, going into the BIOS, all that funky shit. We even downloaded a memory test that only runs in the confines of a 3.5" boot disc! Yeah, we bad muthafuckas! But apart from deciding that PJ's RAM might be bad, we were no closer to fixing the glitch than when he brought his "PC" over.
Then he gets home, plugs shit in, and it works perfectly, like it was some sort of goddamned mocking lobster.
So, long story short, PJ's computer is now in working order.
Then he gets almost-appendicitis! He tells me that he has stomach pains that are moving around in his chest cavity. So it's either his appendix or some H.R. Giger beastie. Yet PJ struggles through like a young Emmitt Smith and finishes the comic. So bravo. I haven't checked on him, though. That beastie may have burst through his ribs by now.
Let's take BACK beheadings, people. Beheadings used to be cool, not a big world news bummer. If we let the terrorists be the only people getting anything out of beheadings, we will have let them won. What are you? French? Don't let that shit happen!
So, anyways...
There's a reason the strip is being posted late at night on Monday instead of way early, and it's not even the computer issue anymore. True, the sputterings of PJ's computer were a factor -- he brought his rig (not named "Chester," but it's a nice thought) to my house. I connected my wife's mouse, monitor and keyboard to his chassis and we did a little diagnosing, playing with RAM sticks, going into the BIOS, all that funky shit. We even downloaded a memory test that only runs in the confines of a 3.5" boot disc! Yeah, we bad muthafuckas! But apart from deciding that PJ's RAM might be bad, we were no closer to fixing the glitch than when he brought his "PC" over.
Then he gets home, plugs shit in, and it works perfectly, like it was some sort of goddamned mocking lobster.
So, long story short, PJ's computer is now in working order.
Then he gets almost-appendicitis! He tells me that he has stomach pains that are moving around in his chest cavity. So it's either his appendix or some H.R. Giger beastie. Yet PJ struggles through like a young Emmitt Smith and finishes the comic. So bravo. I haven't checked on him, though. That beastie may have burst through his ribs by now.
4 Comments:
YEAH!! New Comic! Sweet. And you made beheadings cool again. That's so nice of you guys...
Bis Nation
Hey! I'd appreciate if you could plug my new book, "Beheadings Made Easy -- Trade in Your Saber for a Chainsaw." Thx.
(P.S. Are you guys insane? Is it permanent? Is there any hope for you? -- Breathless in Oregon.)
That reminds me of some erotica I read once. It was a yummy tour de force set in the ghetto about one girl's sexual awakening called, "I Be Heading"
So to answer your question: Yes, we are insane. Permanence? Likely. Is there any hope? I hope I can get this straight jacket off in time to get Greta Garbo out from under my skin. How did I type this? Mmmmmmgottago!
"I Be Heading"? I have not read anything funnier in blogdom than that -- and I have visited all 13 million of them. Don't get sane.
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