Friend Roman Countryman

In response to numerous complaints, I fixed the Lincoln block portrait. There were a couple of orange Post-its where light blue ones should have been, and vice-versa.

Happy?

Miscreants & Fussbudgets

Hey, bastards! There's a brand-new Underwear Lane comic. Don't ask me how I did it, but this one doesn't contain even one f-word.

I promise, it'll never happen again.

Go To Chapel, Get Married

Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out

I see some of you glaring jealously at me at school and in the mall.

Just because I have more luxurious facial hair than you, and just because I've chosen to nurture it in a manner that you hadn't thought of, and just because you're suddenly filled with a burning desire to copy my beard's exact look but you know it would take you months to get your facial hair to this point IF you even had the stamina to go unshaven for months and IF you didn't fuck it up miserably in the process and by then you'd probably see someone else whose look you'd decide to rip off anyway you shouldn't hate me.

Go hate somebody else for a change. Go glare at somebody with mutton chops or a handlebar moustache.

Or a Fu Manchu.

Shitty Haircuts Are Still "In," Right?

OK, here we go.

I haven't been writing here very much lately, as you may have noticed, and I kind of don't want to get too personal on this little "blog" thing, but I thought I'd toss out a few tidbits of "news," for the benefit of anyone who cares.

I had the crappiest holiday season ever. I'll go chronologically.

I quit my "day job," which was actually one of the best decisions I've ever made, but it was just kind of stressful to cut myself off from my income source around the holidays like that. The work was boring, boring, boring, but most of my other coworkers loved it, and worked through lunch every day, stayed until 8:00 every night, came in on the weekends, and worked from home every evening, all for free. I started hating all the self importance, and the passive/aggressive guilt trips. I got fed up and quit just before Xmas. I'm never working for a place like that again. I'm currently going to school full-time, which is good because I'll actually finish soon.

My grandmother died, and that sucked, as you can probably imagine. She went into the hospital on Xmas and I visited her almost every day. She died last month. It was really depressing.

What else? Oh yeah. My girlfriend and I broke up. It's really as amicable as this type of thing could possibly be, but I've been pretty much devastated. We were together a long time, and we really care about each other a lot. We're trying our best to be friends, and so far so good. Nothing "happened," neither of us did anything "bad" to the other, neither of us "hooked-up" with the other's friends.

It still really sucks, though.

All right. Thanks for "listening." Happy Saint Patrick's Day, b'gosh and begorrah!

Bonds: Rate-Cut Expectations Fall by Wayside

This is us, back in November at the Unurban in Santa Monica, courtesy of the ever-patient Laura. She actually recorded an entire song, in a really good manner, but it was too big to upload to Youtube, and I was too lazy to fix it, so here you go.

Enjoy!