Let's jump right to it! A beautiful late Spring day, and BAM!
Triceratops horn right through the guts! This is one of my favorite cards.
Please don't get the wrong idea. While I do poke fun at the artwork for its sheer
clumsiness, I do give it credit for the sincerity.
I mean, look at this set-up.
The Triceratops is one big mess. While each wart and wrinkle is lovingly rendered,
I keep looking at the back of the dinosaur, expecting a hand shoved up its ass with the puppeteer doing a Yoda voice,
" More cake of wedding may I have?"
The bride's hands look like they could each palm a basketball. The one guy with his butt in the cake looks to be a dead-ringer, ( pardon the pun ), for America's favorite
consumer guru, Clark Howard.
The other guy sharing the floor with him looks like Leonid Brezhnev.
A Russian leader's daughter getting married in Long Island. No wonder the paparazziis there.But what really brings a tear to my eye is the classy invitation.
Enjoy.
I think the printer had to eat this job. He left off the date.
( As always, click on the images to get a better look at the art. )
Yes, it's Friday, and that means......DINOSAURS ATTACK!
I have a " two fer " for all of you today. First, we go to Washington, DC.
Apparently, Pteranodon wings, while stubbly and covered with warts, are razor sharp,
judging by the Secret Service Agent's head popping off.
And it also seems that they fart fire.
The Pteranodon in the foreground looks like he reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally celebrates
4:20. Dude, put down the pipe and give the ol' peepers a rest.
Although, now that I think about it, maybe he's allergic to the blossoming cherry trees.
I know my eyes look like hell during the springtime, but that's only because Mother Nature is trying to drown me in my own mucus, due to my allergies.
Imagine that, a dinosaur that just needs a shot of Flo-nase and some Visine A/C in order to get its life in order.
Kind of makes you think.
You know, now that I really give these dinosaurs a good look, they look more like pot holders, something you would find in the clearance pile at Bed, Bath & Beyond.
Hmm..maybe we'll learn more by reading the Washington Examiner.
No mention of the " fire-farting capabilities " of the Pteranodons, but the Washington Examiner does point out the typical attitudes of " politics as usual ".
Eastern Liberal Hoax indeed. This reporter seems to have these dino-birds confused with Obama-care.
You just gotta love this clunky artwork. Get a load of the next one.
Where to start, there's so much to look at.
First off, everything is given the same amount of attention to detail.
Barney, the squished dog, is just as important as the flattened cat on the right
by the garbage can, which is one of the nicest garbage cans I have seen in a while.
Each brick is lovingly detailed, as is the cracked sidewalk.
Next week's installment looks to be top-notch, TOP NOTCH!( Can someone say..." Bridezilla? ")
" Ok, listen....every night we order from you guys and you get my sammich wrong!Give us three pepper an' egg, an' I want a ham an' cheese, with MAYONAISE, NOT MUSTARD!
With Muenster cheese, not American, an' not Swiss! I hate Swiss.
Read that back to me.......wait a minute....AHHHHHHHH....frickin' dinosaurs are attacking!
On second thought, I'll come down there an' pick up the order. "
I just found out that AMC is filming their new series, " The Walking Dead ",
based on the fantastic comic of the same name, here in Atlanta.
This goes out to everyone who reads this....how do I get a role as
a zombie extra?
They gotta need people. Who do I have to talk to?
One of the elements of good story telling, is knowing how to pace the events.
A story has to take its time, and unwind itself, developing the plot, revealing the motivations of the characters and.. oh screw that.
Let's see some DINOSAURS ATTACK!!!!!
It appears as that Roger Daltrey is making a break for it, while his jelly-filled companions get chewed up.
On the bright side, looks like that frog is also going to get gone while the gettin's good.
The irony is that the substitute teacher, Miss Gazarian, was one review away from sweet, sweet tenure. Where she would no longer be held accountable for her abilities as a teacher so long as her union dues were paid and she kept her Smart car out of the Principal's parking spot.
(She really wasn't going to get that position. The police were actually on their way to pick her up for " grading papers after school " with that blue shirted, jelly-filled lad).
Here it is. The second episode of our follicle challenged hero, Balding Bob.
Click on the above image to see the comic.
