November 2009
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Angela
Being married is when she’s looking at you and she’s thinking “Jesus fucking christ, I want to murder him. I want to take a knife from the kitchen and plunge it repeatedly in his chest. It would be justifiable. They would never convict.” but she says “Okay.”
Uke it up.
Me: I really want to learn to play the Ukulele.
Mary: Why the Ukulele?
Me: Cause I don't think I'm good enough to learn the guitar.
Me: Plus I'm fat. It's funnier.
Jeeves Disapproves →
putthison:
“These are for repair, and these… for discarding.”
“Wait a second… this white mess jacket is brand new!”
“I assumed it had got into your wardrobe by mistake, sir… or else that it had been placed there by your enemies.”
“I’ll have you know that I bought this jacket in Cannes.”
“And wore it, sir?”
“Every night. At the casino. Beautiful women used to try and catch my eye.”
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“So I was sitting there in the bar and this guy comes up to me and he said...”
– Mika, “Blame it on the Girls”
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“My inspirations were the fact that I had to make sales. And I had to come up...”
– Jack Kirby reminding us all that sometimes sitting around trying to be Hemingway is the absolute worst way to create.
“I finally felt safe to sleep on the train. So I let the American soldiers take...”
– My Grandmother, who turns 86 today, telling me about how she carried my infant father from Czechoslovakia back into Germany on foot after the war ended.
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My glasses, so I have them.
If these glasses don’t fix this problem, I might go back to drawing on paper. With ink. And that’s just fucking barbaric.
The Secret Life of Cartoonists:
the story about...
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“Something involving He-Man and Skeletor… Probably make it about it Modern...”
– @Anlath via twitter reply after I asked for ideas for comic strips.
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“I am taking your suggestion regarding Charlotte Braun and will eventually...”
– Charles M. Schulz in a letter to a disgruntled reader, circa 1955