City News entry for Friday, November 24th, 2006
Wow, what a day, what a day! It’s the day after Thanksgiving, and despite the horrendous amounts of food I consumed, I again feel the pains of hunger. What a horrible system this is in which the human body requires constant fuel to power its machine of evil endeavors. Then again, I really do enjoy eating. The action and pleasure achieved by such action probably ranks in my “top 3 activities.” Now I don’t know what to think so I’ll probably just go get a piece of pie and ponder the state of colonialism in a “post-colonial,” capitalist society and how bras can make boobs look both big and small. Honestly, how do they do that? It’s like…lace magic or something!
I left all my Thanksgiving feast left-overs at my grandparents’ house because I am indeed an idiot of the highest qualifications. Because I fear people and social interactions, I took the path of least resistance and raced out of there under the cover of other fleeing familial relations. I don’t know if that sentence makes sense, but I don’t care. I’m hungry and food deprived.
Today is dedicated to work. So many papers to write. So many books to read. So little time left when you wake up at 1 in the afternoon.
I hope you enjoy today’s comic! I had forgotten when we wrote Wednesday’s comic that Thanksgiving was coming Thursday, so this one was written in hindsight. Still, who can really tell anyways?
Sorry about the shitty grammar. I am too tired right now to make any sense. Happy Holidays, kiddos! Enjoy your break!
Whoooooooooooooooooooooh!
-WHISKEY J
Okay, Yeah, It's Pretty Funny
Wow, what a day, what a day! It’s the day after Thanksgiving, and despite the horrendous amounts of food I consumed, I again feel the pains of hunger. What a horrible system this is in which the human body requires constant fuel to power its machine of evil endeavors. Then again, I really do enjoy eating. The action and pleasure achieved by such action probably ranks in my “top 3 activities.” Now I don’t know what to think so I’ll probably just go get a piece of pie and ponder the state of colonialism in a “post-colonial,” capitalist society and how bras can make boobs look both big and small. Honestly, how do they do that? It’s like…lace magic or something!I left all my Thanksgiving feast left-overs at my grandparents’ house because I am indeed an idiot of the highest qualifications. Because I fear people and social interactions, I took the path of least resistance and raced out of there under the cover of other fleeing familial relations. I don’t know if that sentence makes sense, but I don’t care. I’m hungry and food deprived.
Today is dedicated to work. So many papers to write. So many books to read. So little time left when you wake up at 1 in the afternoon.
I hope you enjoy today’s comic! I had forgotten when we wrote Wednesday’s comic that Thanksgiving was coming Thursday, so this one was written in hindsight. Still, who can really tell anyways?
Sorry about the shitty grammar. I am too tired right now to make any sense. Happy Holidays, kiddos! Enjoy your break!
Whoooooooooooooooooooooh!
-WHISKEY J
City News entry for Monday, November 20th, 2006
Just a quick post. ReDfielD was gone all last week and I don’t have the means to update the post-page by myself because I have the capacity of a child when it comes to managing simple tasks. How I ever manage with eat, sleep, shit and breathe with any competency is a mystery to me…the uncovering of such is a task best left to those more appropriately suited.
Anyways, we’re all back now and I thought I’d give you something new to look at. A quick run-down of my morning: Sometime in the early hours, Justin from MotA and I finished up our last shots and a round of Halo. For anyone new to this life who is ballsy enough to match Justin drink for drink, I strongly suggest you reconsider your eventual mistake. I drank with him just for the latter part of the night, after most of the other kids were exhausted. Even with his couple-drink head start, Justin eventually depleted my drinking endurance. I kept telling him “Make whatever and bring it out here so we can drink.”
This somehow leads us to this morning at approximately 11 o’clock. I opened my eyes to find myself lying on my side, parallel to the length of the bed. However, from my perception, the entire room was continuously turning counter-clockwise. It would rotate roughly 45 degrees before jumping back and starting its cycle again. Every attempt to stand was met with difficulty and only after numerous tries did I reach the kitchen.
At this point I drank some water, then ate some lemon bread, then drank some orange Gatorade (which really is the best kind, hands down. Sucks to be you, Gatorade Fierce). Kinda a citrus-y based meal, I know. I made it to my room and attempted to lie down when I suddenly became nauseous. Having very little time to “deal with this shit”, I promptly hobbled to the bathroom and proceeded to induce vomiting. Speaking from first hand experience (for those of you who don’t know), I find it much more productive and less painful to wiggle your finger around the back of your throat, rather than just sticking it up there and holding it. This will save you both time and patience. (The things you learn when drinking!)
So, after I’d rid my body of my pathetic breakfast, I returned to bed feeling greatly relieved. I woke up somewhere between 3 and 4 feeling entirely wonderful. Nothing makes a good day great like overcoming a shitty time the day before (in this case, a few hours before.) Following my resurrection, I pissed away the rest of the afternoon, drew the comic and am writing this post before hopefully sleeping for a few hours.
How do I never get any work done? Well, okay, I know…drinking and sleeping. But I swear, there’s more to my life than this!!! Web comics ruin lives!!! But just of useless web comic artists I guess, so it’s okay.
Until next time, kiddos!
-Whiskey J
Consult A Doctor If Condition Worsens
Hey Kids,Just a quick post. ReDfielD was gone all last week and I don’t have the means to update the post-page by myself because I have the capacity of a child when it comes to managing simple tasks. How I ever manage with eat, sleep, shit and breathe with any competency is a mystery to me…the uncovering of such is a task best left to those more appropriately suited.
Anyways, we’re all back now and I thought I’d give you something new to look at. A quick run-down of my morning: Sometime in the early hours, Justin from MotA and I finished up our last shots and a round of Halo. For anyone new to this life who is ballsy enough to match Justin drink for drink, I strongly suggest you reconsider your eventual mistake. I drank with him just for the latter part of the night, after most of the other kids were exhausted. Even with his couple-drink head start, Justin eventually depleted my drinking endurance. I kept telling him “Make whatever and bring it out here so we can drink.”
This somehow leads us to this morning at approximately 11 o’clock. I opened my eyes to find myself lying on my side, parallel to the length of the bed. However, from my perception, the entire room was continuously turning counter-clockwise. It would rotate roughly 45 degrees before jumping back and starting its cycle again. Every attempt to stand was met with difficulty and only after numerous tries did I reach the kitchen.
At this point I drank some water, then ate some lemon bread, then drank some orange Gatorade (which really is the best kind, hands down. Sucks to be you, Gatorade Fierce). Kinda a citrus-y based meal, I know. I made it to my room and attempted to lie down when I suddenly became nauseous. Having very little time to “deal with this shit”, I promptly hobbled to the bathroom and proceeded to induce vomiting. Speaking from first hand experience (for those of you who don’t know), I find it much more productive and less painful to wiggle your finger around the back of your throat, rather than just sticking it up there and holding it. This will save you both time and patience. (The things you learn when drinking!)
So, after I’d rid my body of my pathetic breakfast, I returned to bed feeling greatly relieved. I woke up somewhere between 3 and 4 feeling entirely wonderful. Nothing makes a good day great like overcoming a shitty time the day before (in this case, a few hours before.) Following my resurrection, I pissed away the rest of the afternoon, drew the comic and am writing this post before hopefully sleeping for a few hours.
How do I never get any work done? Well, okay, I know…drinking and sleeping. But I swear, there’s more to my life than this!!! Web comics ruin lives!!! But just of useless web comic artists I guess, so it’s okay.
Until next time, kiddos!
-Whiskey J
City News entry for Monday, November 13th, 2006
Also, ReDfielD is usually my spelling and grammar checker. I write these things from the latest of nights to the earliest of mornings and rarely am I in my right mind anyways, so expect a lot of typos this week!
I was gonna give you this sporadic parody of the Wizard of Oz movie I happened to catch on TBS this week, rather than relying on the carefully planned stories ReDfielD and I had constructed before his departure, but I decided against it (mainly for YOUR sanity, not mine.) Still, I managed to mangle this comic up pretty good. I doubt ReDfielD would even recognize half of it. It’s like when your dad loans you his brand new Lamborghini and you drive it right into a concrete divide, flipping end over end, before finally landing in the middle lanes of opposing traffic. (This has happened to all of us before, right?) What the tow company finally brings home is definitely not what I was entrusted with, but hey, we got insurance, right? And why the hell did he have to leave me in the first place? I’m liable to bring the house down before the week is through.
Well kids, look forward to more antics as I, with the help of my trusty computer, combat monotony 3 days out of 7 until ReDfielD returns to alleviate your mental anguish. Until then, lets have some fun. And when you come back…wear something pretty, we might be going out for steak.
Yours truly,
WHISKEY J.
You Said A Mouthful
Okay, so this week may be way sketchy. ReDfielD is away, so I’m uploading the strip myself and doing all the posts. Normally, I draw the strip and we scan it in. However, ReDfielD is still on his trip and I am ignorant of how to use his scanner so I am drawing the strip on my off-brand Aiptek tablet in the working horse/power house of the graphics industry, trusty Adobe Photoshop! Also, ReDfielD won’t even let me onto his computer. There are rumors that his secrecy stems from a desire to hide some sort of horrendous evil his computer might possibly contain…however, I have been to the depths of the internet itself and seen horrors I cannot even relate to you without diminishing their ill effects in the retelling of such. I have seen a grown man put his WHOLE HEAD in a woman’s vagina!!!! God, I’d pay almost anything to unsee some of the things my poor mind has been forced to endure.Also, ReDfielD is usually my spelling and grammar checker. I write these things from the latest of nights to the earliest of mornings and rarely am I in my right mind anyways, so expect a lot of typos this week!
I was gonna give you this sporadic parody of the Wizard of Oz movie I happened to catch on TBS this week, rather than relying on the carefully planned stories ReDfielD and I had constructed before his departure, but I decided against it (mainly for YOUR sanity, not mine.) Still, I managed to mangle this comic up pretty good. I doubt ReDfielD would even recognize half of it. It’s like when your dad loans you his brand new Lamborghini and you drive it right into a concrete divide, flipping end over end, before finally landing in the middle lanes of opposing traffic. (This has happened to all of us before, right?) What the tow company finally brings home is definitely not what I was entrusted with, but hey, we got insurance, right? And why the hell did he have to leave me in the first place? I’m liable to bring the house down before the week is through.
Well kids, look forward to more antics as I, with the help of my trusty computer, combat monotony 3 days out of 7 until ReDfielD returns to alleviate your mental anguish. Until then, lets have some fun. And when you come back…wear something pretty, we might be going out for steak.
Yours truly,
WHISKEY J.
City News entry for Friday, November 10th, 2006
We’re experimenting with continuing story arcs. Like drug usage, we have little idea how long this type of thing will last or what devastation it will eventually inflict upon us, but I suppose we’re enjoying the ride. At least it is something new, even if we’re not entirely skilled at it (sounds like beginning sex). Wednesday’s comic was part of a story arc that caved in on itself. Now you have today’s comic to amend our lack of foresight, as well as my fickle and rather irrational decision-making. I hope you enjoy it, though if you have never seen Pulp Fiction, you might not get the reference.
ReDfielD is about to leave on a weeklong trip which means that we’ll have to complete three comics by tomorrow night. How likely is this? Not bloody likely. Science help us, I think we’re screwed!
Well, if we’re going down with the ship, might as well drowned in the bottle. Time to get some beer in me and take on my continuing adventures in Gears of War with my good buddy and team leader, Nicky T.
Lates, Strokers! Eew…StrokeCitians? StrokeCityCivilans? Aw, screw it. Nite!
-WHISKEY MC JONESY BONES
(Life is still sweet-White Hassle)
Through The Looking Glass (In The Spider's Web)
I dunno what this “news post” section has become. Is it completely irrelevant to the comic? Well, usually, but not today. I suppose we can keep this post section up a little longer to explain a bit of what’s been going on…We’re experimenting with continuing story arcs. Like drug usage, we have little idea how long this type of thing will last or what devastation it will eventually inflict upon us, but I suppose we’re enjoying the ride. At least it is something new, even if we’re not entirely skilled at it (sounds like beginning sex). Wednesday’s comic was part of a story arc that caved in on itself. Now you have today’s comic to amend our lack of foresight, as well as my fickle and rather irrational decision-making. I hope you enjoy it, though if you have never seen Pulp Fiction, you might not get the reference.
ReDfielD is about to leave on a weeklong trip which means that we’ll have to complete three comics by tomorrow night. How likely is this? Not bloody likely. Science help us, I think we’re screwed!
Well, if we’re going down with the ship, might as well drowned in the bottle. Time to get some beer in me and take on my continuing adventures in Gears of War with my good buddy and team leader, Nicky T.
Lates, Strokers! Eew…StrokeCitians? StrokeCityCivilans? Aw, screw it. Nite!
-WHISKEY MC JONESY BONES
(Life is still sweet-White Hassle)
City News entry for Wednesday, November 8th, 2006
We here at the City have remained relatively neutral since we ourselves would like to secure a second term. We’ve only been here...what...2 months? You can’t impeach us yet! ReDfielD hasn’t even gotten a blowjob from a stripper in his private office while spanking a Go-For with an old ping-pong paddle displaying a fading confederate flag on one side and a bright, well-cared for velvet rainbow on the other.
(Breathes in deeply and then exhales wine fumes and cigar smoke) Ah, AMERICA! Thank God for a place that lets me say things like this. Those of you in other countries who whine about America, you know you’re jealous. Come on, admit it! Just a little bit...ahhh...ahhh…I see a smile! Gottcha!
Seriously, this is a great place to live. Do I believe we should consciously tamper with every single freakin country in the world? Gosh, no! Every time I hear we’re even planning on invading yet another country, I have to smack myself in the head just to get the thought to settle in. I’ve smacked my head so many times my face is caving in! I’m fuckin concave-faced over here! DAMN YOU reckless red states and you cowardly blues!!!
I wish we treated the world better. I’d love for America to pull its troops in and regroup for awhile. Maybe some peacetime might be nice? But honestly, if we’re not getting reproached for policing one part of the globe, we’re getting criticized for not policing another. When will the world learn to police and not police itself respectively? You people think it’s gonna be any better when China starts policing the world? Oh, yeeeeeeeeeeeah...that’s gonna go REAL well. Hope you like rice and making happy meal toys, cause your days of sitting on your fat, white ass will be OVER!!! Next-gen gaming systems? FUCK THAT! You’ll be makin shoes for affluent Chinese kids, wigga! (Just kidding, a lot of that cheap labor is done elsewhere now. US citizens will probably just be juiced for body fat, which will be converted into cheap oil for environmentally friendly automobiles! Wow, doesn’t sound that bad! Chinutopia!)
Just be thankful there’s not some North Korean sticking archaic nukes in your face. That is, be thankful if the US doesn’t burn the whole godamn place down first.
(sigh) I need a drink.
A toast to change! Be it good or bad, at least it’s not the same old shit! Well, it is, but until the novelty wears off, it will feel a little different, like socks fresh out of the dryer. Sure, you’ll be sweatin it later, when everything stinks and is dirty, but for now you’re just damn well happy to have something to warm your toes.
-WHISK-OUT
Survivor: Stroke City
Exciting times, kids! It looks like the Democrats have retaken some control in this ruined wasteland of a government. A little late in the game, but let’s see if they can take this ball and run with it. I’m predicting some minor gridlock in our government as a result of this varying amount of control between parties, but what do I know? I have no political sky copter empowering me with the ability to peer down at the politicians as they slowly meander their way honking and cursing through the upcoming term.We here at the City have remained relatively neutral since we ourselves would like to secure a second term. We’ve only been here...what...2 months? You can’t impeach us yet! ReDfielD hasn’t even gotten a blowjob from a stripper in his private office while spanking a Go-For with an old ping-pong paddle displaying a fading confederate flag on one side and a bright, well-cared for velvet rainbow on the other.
(Breathes in deeply and then exhales wine fumes and cigar smoke) Ah, AMERICA! Thank God for a place that lets me say things like this. Those of you in other countries who whine about America, you know you’re jealous. Come on, admit it! Just a little bit...ahhh...ahhh…I see a smile! Gottcha!
Seriously, this is a great place to live. Do I believe we should consciously tamper with every single freakin country in the world? Gosh, no! Every time I hear we’re even planning on invading yet another country, I have to smack myself in the head just to get the thought to settle in. I’ve smacked my head so many times my face is caving in! I’m fuckin concave-faced over here! DAMN YOU reckless red states and you cowardly blues!!!
I wish we treated the world better. I’d love for America to pull its troops in and regroup for awhile. Maybe some peacetime might be nice? But honestly, if we’re not getting reproached for policing one part of the globe, we’re getting criticized for not policing another. When will the world learn to police and not police itself respectively? You people think it’s gonna be any better when China starts policing the world? Oh, yeeeeeeeeeeeah...that’s gonna go REAL well. Hope you like rice and making happy meal toys, cause your days of sitting on your fat, white ass will be OVER!!! Next-gen gaming systems? FUCK THAT! You’ll be makin shoes for affluent Chinese kids, wigga! (Just kidding, a lot of that cheap labor is done elsewhere now. US citizens will probably just be juiced for body fat, which will be converted into cheap oil for environmentally friendly automobiles! Wow, doesn’t sound that bad! Chinutopia!)
Just be thankful there’s not some North Korean sticking archaic nukes in your face. That is, be thankful if the US doesn’t burn the whole godamn place down first.
(sigh) I need a drink.
A toast to change! Be it good or bad, at least it’s not the same old shit! Well, it is, but until the novelty wears off, it will feel a little different, like socks fresh out of the dryer. Sure, you’ll be sweatin it later, when everything stinks and is dirty, but for now you’re just damn well happy to have something to warm your toes.
-WHISK-OUT
City News entry for Monday, November 6th, 2006
1. If you drive halfway decently in any sort of California traffic, you know that the system in place requires certain “risky maneuvers,” their inherent danger undermined by how commonplace they are to daily life. Pulling out in busy traffic requires a sort of brotherly understanding between all those on the road. If you expect that someone will accommodate you somehow, you’d best be prepared to accommodate others, and vice versa. Our society cannot thrive when we refuse to help those in need.
2. Reason two: What a bitch! God forbid she slows down for literally one second. She probably didn’t even need to slow down. Not speeding up when she saw me attempting to pull out…that alone might have been just fine.
3. The ease with which I delivered to this lady my “bird” actually startled me. I do not typically endorse such meager displays of retaliation or social commentary. I prefer more sophisticated methods of discourse (Believe it or not after just reading reason number two up there). If I cannot set any sort of good example myself, how can I laugh in this lady’s face later when they’re dealing out the divine justice? I gave up the upper hand when I converted it into one erect finger. This “blog” shall be my atonement.
(If you’d like to skip the rest of the reading, this is a good place to stop. After this, I just get myself riled up again. But only for a little bit longer : )
Also, I was listening to a Dane Cook cd that ReDfielD’s gorgeous and captivating lady left here and it reminded me of an incident at Party City in that SAME shopping center. Here it is:
I was in the terrifying store mere days before Halloween and teens, unwatched-children, and even some energetic parents were wreaking havoc on the merchandise. Costumes, gizmos and festive decorations were strewn across the aisles in a fashion I would imagine mimics the aftermath of some horrendous demon holy war. Strange lights blasted the optical sense from all sides and the numerous odors were indistinguishable, instead rolling into one fowl, overpowering stench. But enough of that, the meaty part is this. I only wanted to buy two black light bulbs, but whatever “line” had formed up to the two cash registers was a complete mess. No one could decipher a “break” between the two sides and consequently, I just stood in the middle, waiting for young families with a caravan’s worth of products to pay for their goods and sluggishly evacuate the facilities.
A lady behind me, also with a handful of purchase-ables, leaned over my shoulder and said “Excuse me, which line are you in?”
“Whichever one gets done first,” I told her.
My aim was not to be a smart ass. I was being entirely serious. However, I don’t think there was any way I could communicate this concept to her since I think it is entirely inherent to men and possibly foreign to women. I have 2 tiny things to buy. I am ahead. You have tons of things to buy. You are behind me. Do you really feel it is right that, because everyone else lacks the ability to comprehend the idea of “single file”, you should make your transaction before I make mine?
Okay, you don’t get it. Here’s another example. Pop quiz: I was in Vons late some awful night behind a long line of men. Only two cash registers were open to handle the entire horde. How many lines were there?
Answer: Just one. All the men there understood the concept of “first come, first serve.” As long as we all follow this concept, men are content to wait a reasonable amount of time. They just want to get their goods and get out.
If we were to let those who arrived after us go before us, the entire idea of waiting in line is rendered meaningless and we might as well just bull rush the whole godamn place, biting and clawing for dominance. You know what, why even pay? Fuck that. Mob rules initiated: smash and grab people, smash and grab.
Come to think of it, why do grocery stores, after decades of first hand experience, still have their archaic line system? I applaud places such as Best Buy and Fry’s for their higher-level line arrangement. They have everyone stand in one line and actually DIRECT each person, one after another, to whatever register opens up next. If there is no register available at that time, no one goes. You wait in the master line. (Clap. Clap. Clap.) Bravo! Look how far we have come. Perhaps now we can even rightful call ourselves…civil?
This about wraps up my commentary on society for tonight. It is kind of strange, this feeling, as if each Sunday night is another opportunity for sermons. But, you know, of wickedness and boobs and stuff.
I hope you learned something, kids! I sure did! Church is adjourned! Nite!
-Pastor Whiskey
Back To The Bargain Bin
I was driving through a busy shopping center in my old hometown of ENC the other day when I came to a busy intersection. Well, it was more like I was at a stop sign waiting to pull into a stream of cars metaphorically similar to a roaring rapid. During a lull I executed a typical California maneuver and gunned it. I was almost clear when a lady in some red sedan decided to honk at me. My window happened to be open and casually I stuck my hand out, extended my middle finger, and raised my hand high into the air for her apparent viewing. This whole incident frustrates me for the following reasons:1. If you drive halfway decently in any sort of California traffic, you know that the system in place requires certain “risky maneuvers,” their inherent danger undermined by how commonplace they are to daily life. Pulling out in busy traffic requires a sort of brotherly understanding between all those on the road. If you expect that someone will accommodate you somehow, you’d best be prepared to accommodate others, and vice versa. Our society cannot thrive when we refuse to help those in need.
2. Reason two: What a bitch! God forbid she slows down for literally one second. She probably didn’t even need to slow down. Not speeding up when she saw me attempting to pull out…that alone might have been just fine.
3. The ease with which I delivered to this lady my “bird” actually startled me. I do not typically endorse such meager displays of retaliation or social commentary. I prefer more sophisticated methods of discourse (Believe it or not after just reading reason number two up there). If I cannot set any sort of good example myself, how can I laugh in this lady’s face later when they’re dealing out the divine justice? I gave up the upper hand when I converted it into one erect finger. This “blog” shall be my atonement.
(If you’d like to skip the rest of the reading, this is a good place to stop. After this, I just get myself riled up again. But only for a little bit longer : )
Also, I was listening to a Dane Cook cd that ReDfielD’s gorgeous and captivating lady left here and it reminded me of an incident at Party City in that SAME shopping center. Here it is:
I was in the terrifying store mere days before Halloween and teens, unwatched-children, and even some energetic parents were wreaking havoc on the merchandise. Costumes, gizmos and festive decorations were strewn across the aisles in a fashion I would imagine mimics the aftermath of some horrendous demon holy war. Strange lights blasted the optical sense from all sides and the numerous odors were indistinguishable, instead rolling into one fowl, overpowering stench. But enough of that, the meaty part is this. I only wanted to buy two black light bulbs, but whatever “line” had formed up to the two cash registers was a complete mess. No one could decipher a “break” between the two sides and consequently, I just stood in the middle, waiting for young families with a caravan’s worth of products to pay for their goods and sluggishly evacuate the facilities.
A lady behind me, also with a handful of purchase-ables, leaned over my shoulder and said “Excuse me, which line are you in?”
“Whichever one gets done first,” I told her.
My aim was not to be a smart ass. I was being entirely serious. However, I don’t think there was any way I could communicate this concept to her since I think it is entirely inherent to men and possibly foreign to women. I have 2 tiny things to buy. I am ahead. You have tons of things to buy. You are behind me. Do you really feel it is right that, because everyone else lacks the ability to comprehend the idea of “single file”, you should make your transaction before I make mine?
Okay, you don’t get it. Here’s another example. Pop quiz: I was in Vons late some awful night behind a long line of men. Only two cash registers were open to handle the entire horde. How many lines were there?
Answer: Just one. All the men there understood the concept of “first come, first serve.” As long as we all follow this concept, men are content to wait a reasonable amount of time. They just want to get their goods and get out.
If we were to let those who arrived after us go before us, the entire idea of waiting in line is rendered meaningless and we might as well just bull rush the whole godamn place, biting and clawing for dominance. You know what, why even pay? Fuck that. Mob rules initiated: smash and grab people, smash and grab.
Come to think of it, why do grocery stores, after decades of first hand experience, still have their archaic line system? I applaud places such as Best Buy and Fry’s for their higher-level line arrangement. They have everyone stand in one line and actually DIRECT each person, one after another, to whatever register opens up next. If there is no register available at that time, no one goes. You wait in the master line. (Clap. Clap. Clap.) Bravo! Look how far we have come. Perhaps now we can even rightful call ourselves…civil?
This about wraps up my commentary on society for tonight. It is kind of strange, this feeling, as if each Sunday night is another opportunity for sermons. But, you know, of wickedness and boobs and stuff.
I hope you learned something, kids! I sure did! Church is adjourned! Nite!
-Pastor Whiskey
City News entry for Wednesday, November 1st, 2006
So, this comic “concludes” whatever we had going on in Monday’s strip. Hope you guys enjoyed a little variation from the routine. Happy Halloween! ReDfielD and I ran out of candy (I’m not going to discuss whose fault this is) but I went out afterwards and bought $15 worth of more candy. I don’t think even $3 worth has been eaten since I returned. Damn you tricky Halloween economics!
Anyways, I had a lot of fun drawing the strip today. I’m experimenting with some new pens I bought. I dunno if I like it. I really enjoy the minimalist (lazy?) aspect of Stroke City, but we shall see. By the way, this comic marks the arrival (return?) of a new character. Now StrokeCity isn’t such a “sausage fest,” right Kerry? RIGHT?!?!?! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!?!?!
Sorry. Tired. Like I said. So, here’s to experimenting! With...art, I mean. The City is here for you. We’re hopped up on after-hours candy and just foaming with delight to satisfy your carnal cartoon needs. But please...read, do not screw the comics. I’d hate to think of the horrible repercussions my use of the world “carnal” could invoke.
Goodnight kids! Brush and floss…gawd, please brush and floss.
-Whiskey
And That's A Wrap
Shit. I’m tired.So, this comic “concludes” whatever we had going on in Monday’s strip. Hope you guys enjoyed a little variation from the routine. Happy Halloween! ReDfielD and I ran out of candy (I’m not going to discuss whose fault this is) but I went out afterwards and bought $15 worth of more candy. I don’t think even $3 worth has been eaten since I returned. Damn you tricky Halloween economics!
Anyways, I had a lot of fun drawing the strip today. I’m experimenting with some new pens I bought. I dunno if I like it. I really enjoy the minimalist (lazy?) aspect of Stroke City, but we shall see. By the way, this comic marks the arrival (return?) of a new character. Now StrokeCity isn’t such a “sausage fest,” right Kerry? RIGHT?!?!?! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!?!?!
Sorry. Tired. Like I said. So, here’s to experimenting! With...art, I mean. The City is here for you. We’re hopped up on after-hours candy and just foaming with delight to satisfy your carnal cartoon needs. But please...read, do not screw the comics. I’d hate to think of the horrible repercussions my use of the world “carnal” could invoke.
Goodnight kids! Brush and floss…gawd, please brush and floss.
-Whiskey
