Your Mother Was Right About That Music

...and it’s her basement.

Lowest Form of Humor Sinks Deeper

Stomach-churning visual puns.
Solve at your peril.

Afterlife FAQs

If you don’t find what you’re looking for, make something up.

Why do we die?
“Same old” would be an eternal curse without death. We need the fertilizer and the space.
Is there a God?
If you want. Life’s a better game with referee.
Why so many religions?
Why so many sports? Or races, languages, flora, music, insect species? Why is it unfair to answer a question with a question?
Which religion is right?
The one whose snowballs survive hell.
Original sin?
Originality is up to the porter’s imagination.  If guilt keeps knocking, sin was involved.
Do atheists have an afterlife?
They make just as good fertilizer as televangelists.
Heaven / Hell?
Two-sided coin. One’s definitely better. Your call.
Good and evil?
The weakest intelligence interprets their enemies as evil. The sorriest lot is the crowd inflicting their idea of the almighty good.
Aliens?
Glad you asked.
Dinosaurs?
As great a lesson in fertilizer as Michele Bachmann orating.
Reincarnation?
The highest intellects say energy never dies, who are we to argue?
What’s the meaning of life?
What’s the meaning of a cupcake if you only devour it to make fertilizer? Share your cupcake, think it over together.

Viewing Habit Afflictions

Stop watching MSNBC.

 Stop watching Fox, too.

Experience

Accumulating it doesn’t automatically make you smarter.

Schadenfreude.

It’s too much effort.

Angry Blonde III

Possibly guiltcadge.com is mythical. Possibly Virginia
legislators are misogynists.

Angry Blonde II

from guiltcadge.com
 

Angry Blonde

She’’ll turn up on guiltcadge.com when it launches.

My Little God Particle


Rats race; hamsters are into spinning.
God’s in the details.


Religion: No Pain, No Game

Avowed hippy atheist mesmerizes masses
A new religion was born last March in New Mexico. Its Messiah, a slender redhead with two sons named after a random license plate and Scrabble tiles revealed the new religion to an elated gathering of pilgrims who collectively experienced transcendent conversion. The new acolytes are oracles of human potential and longing, visionaries of doom and salvation, they’re apostles of the future; they’re game programmers.
     Scoff at your peril— these people don’t merely control billions of dollars, they control billions of minds. With hypnotic, addictive, even deadly power.
     Fortunately, there is but one talisman record of the new religion—a thumb-sized covenant—and nobody outside the gaming geek universe has the slightest idea wtf it is about. Alarmingly, its rapidly evolving mystical power has already caused shame, outrage, banishment and persecution. Volcanoes are involved.
     It’s uncertain where this is heading; check back in 2,000 years.

Evolution is So Gay

Ms. Bachmann holds some odd beliefs,
but I think we both agree God works
in mysterious ways.


But You’d Buy It, Right?

This is pure gadget envy,
there’s no other excuse for it.

Mr. Jobs, you had a cosmic run—RIP.

Swampman Stops Smoking

Swampman and I go back to 7th grade where we played ball, skipped school and stole his daddy’s liquor. I’d do caricatures of him that pissed him off. These days he calls from the west coast a few times a year and we share some laughs... recently he told me the true story of how he stopped smoking.

Life, Liberty and the Cheroot of Happiness

(A continuing history of a comic strip for a small universe)
Filed under “we have the leaders we deserve,” these smoke
out the difference between an optimist and a pessimist...
The optimist smiles beatifically, says “this is the best of all
possible worlds”— the pessimist reflects a minute, grimaces 
and replies, “yeah, you’re right.”
News flash: “one man, one vote” is history— welcome to “one corporation, all the votes you can buy!”


Wikileaks?—it’s not so much selective memory as selective amnesia...

Id, ego, super-ego — and putzes

(a continuing look back at a comic strip for a small universe)
Stuff constantly goes over our heads that we mistake for routine air traffic


Occasional unforeseen events intrude...


but perseverance and character strength get us through.

Sheen and Shinola

(A continuing history of a comic strip for a small universe)

We interrupt our usual chronology because the strip we printed in the club’s February 2011 newsletter coincided with a breaking news story... namely, the front page of Saturday, January 21st shown at left.
Art allegedly imitates life or vice-versa, but it’s not often life so obviously imitates the funny pages. Take a good look at that photo of Charlie though. Is that honestly a face you'd expect to find anywhere else?