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Friday, December 09, 2005
The horrors of turducken
A brand-new comic strip, our second in one week (!), this time about the nightmare factory that is a turkey's ass, when stuffed with a duck that itself has its ass filled with chicken.
Yes, people eat this and say it's delicious and that there's nothing wrong with it. They are goddamned liars.
Also: don't forget to vote for us!
by Omar G. at 12:43 PM
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Behind-the-Curve News Network
CNN is right on top of celebrity news with word that Nicole Richie has called off her engagement. You go, CNN!
by Omar G. at 12:16 PM
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Not the artist
It becomes quite clear why I don't draw monkeys in the latest edition of the comic we call Space Monkeys!, posted just this morn.
Be sure to scroll down for my transcript of the illegible parts I criminally neglected to write clearly.
by Omar G. at 5:08 PM
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
You need a hug, man
I can't tell you how forlorn and sad it can make you to look in your site's referral logs and see that someone got there by searching for the words, "Adrian Brody fan fiction."
You really just want to reach out across the Internet and hug this person, because it sounds like they really, really need it.
by Omar G. at 8:10 PM
A haiku for the powerless
I'm recording this.
Because it is in HD.
I hate you, TV.
by Omar G. at 2:08 PM
Sunday, December 04, 2005
An editor friend was kind enough to include me as a contributor in MSNBC.com's holiday books gift guide, where I did reviews of two non-fiction books, Smartbomb: The Quest for Art, Entertainment, and Big Bucks in the Global Videogame Industry and The Devil's Horn: The Story of the Saxophone from Noisy Novelty to King of Cool, which are even longer titles than they seem when you have a 200-word-count limit.
There are some other familiar names reviewing books in their holiday books package if you frequent TWOP or DamnHellAssKings, so go check it out.
by Omar G. at 5:55 PM
'Z' for Nicely 'Zoned'
My boss threw a party for our work staff last night.
We drove up the precarious hills and dark inclines of Barton Hills, where you'd think well-to-do people could invest in streetlights. But it's for just the reason of richness that they's absent, I think. In Austin, the more lost and dislocated you can make people feel on the way to your home, the better you're probably doing, financially speaking.
We got to the house, which was completed in May, and it's absolutely gorgeous. It's Mexican-style, appropriately, and the entrance is a poolside courtyard leading to the arched, wrought-iron enforced double front door. I may be of Mexican/Spanish descent, but my experience with real-life haciendas is limited.
When I arrived, I said with wonder, "It's Zorro's house! We're visiting the Zorros's."
by Omar G. at 5:35 PM
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