21 posts tagged “funny”

Apologies to our good pal Kay, who is a much more reasonable Crazy Cat Lady...

I am really hoping they gave this lady a nice stay in the hoosgow and the mother of all fines.

Courtesy of the great site, E-mails from Crazy People. 

Just so you know, this could be me.  It feels like I'm walking on sunshine.

Bonus knowlege: not only is Fred Armisen straight, he is also engaged to that gal from Mad Men!  Who knen?

I just flew in from low-Earth orbit, and BOY are my arms tired!

You can shoot them with Omega Beams, disintegrate them with a giant machine meant to consume the multiverse, even blow them up with a good, old fashioned booby-trapped World War II plane... but they still come back for more! Ever wonder why so many dead comic book characters just refuse to stay dead?

Turns out they've all got a serious jones to out-do the Big Guy. You know the guy... wonderful... counselor... the Prince of Peace. That's right: Jesus H. Christ.  They all saw the way he came back into continuity after a mere three-day absence, and ever since, they've been trying to one-up him.

But how does the Last Son of YHWH feel about it all?  Having granted me an exclusive interview just in time for the big anniversary of his greatest performance EV-ER, I have explained it all in my latest offering for the Queer Eye on Comics series over at the Prism Comics site, which was so great, they had to publish it in two parts.

As ever, you can find a complete listing of my increasingly hilarious offerings to this now FIVE YEAR OLD continuous column right here on this blog.  If you're into that sort of thing. And let's face it -- you are. You might claim to be here for the recipes, but we know better, don't we?  Mm hm.  We do.

Happy Easter!

Come over to the Dark Side.

Remember when I used to write a lot in this blog? Remember when there were recipes and funny stories, Found Porn, and the occasional pot-shot at bad comic books?

Me neither.

That's because evil evil Facebook has been taking up what little uninterrupted writing time I have!  We're down to one usable computer at home, and Facebook is blocked at work (thanks!), so how else am I supposed to keep track of all those folks I went to High School and College and Choir Camp with but to keep checking Facebook when I can slip in front of C'pher's precious new MacBook?  Somebody might have SuperPoked me!

What's worse is that Facebook is like some kind of evil evil gateway drug.  My friends are exceedingly witty, so that means commentary on their various status updates and hilarious old mall-hair pictures... but it also leads to watching endless videos on YouTube and FailBlog.  It also leads to checking out the various bands, TV shows, and odd foodstuffs my friends have become Fans of.  And it also leads to straining your eyes VERY VERY HARD to see how people you went to High School with look in their tiny tiny profile pictures without actually having to add them as Friends.

This Facebook thing is exhausting!  I need to get back to my Internet roots and spend hours posting to comics message boards.

And blogging!  Jeez... how quickly I forget.

"... it could have had more musical numbers."

The First Boy and Last Boy. The Universal Orrery. Tiger-Men. Good girls gone bad. Most Excellent Superbat. Old Gods and New Gods. A Rubik's Cube. The Zoo Crew. Wunda. Metron. Monitors. And a Black Superman who's also the President of the US of A.

Worlds lived. Worlds died. And so did my spirits once I finished DC Comics' latest mega-event, Grant Morrison's opus Final Crisis. It's over people!  Now, like it will with the Bush Administration, we just have to wait for history to be it's final judge.  Hurry up, history!  I have some unanswered questions.

Did I look forward to it?  Sure I did! Did I understand it?  A little, I guess.  Did I like it?

Can I get back to you on that?

In the meantime, you can read my latest offering for the Queer Eye on Comics column over at the celebrated and award-winning Prism Comics website. In it, I explain all about Final Crisis and why being in love means never having to say "WTF, Grant Morrison?"  Links to all my side-splittingly hilarious QE essays can be found on this very blog.

And hey... will someone please let Eddie Berganza out of that cell he's been locked in for the last nine months?  Thanks.

Have you ever wondered what road led the citizens of the US to elect their first African-American president?  I like to think that -- since old white people have co-opted a lot of jazz -- the black community adopting white customs plays a microscopic part.

Bank robberies and jewel heists are SO 2008.

This emphasis on Christmas has given me an idea for a new adventure in writing for the Queer Eye on Comics column over at Prism Comics dot Org!  The editors there will rue the day they mentioned the words "How would you like to try to make people laugh with ham-handed jokes about comic books and penises and stuff!  With a holiday twist!"

At least... I think that's how it went down. Maybe I'm not remembering entirely correctly.

Boner. Boner. Boner. Boner. 

Yep... still funny.

I mean... a life hangs in the balance! Can't you read?

I've gone and done it again... I've written another semi-humorous gem for the Queer Eye On Comics feature over at Prism Comics' website. This time, not content to poke fun at questionable crap like Cage and Rob Leifeld's vast body of work, I take on a little book called Action Comics #1. It stars some crazy guy who... get this... wears his underwear on the OUTSIDE of his pants!  And his undies are RED!  That spells comedy gold.

The article is due to go up tomorrow, but you can get a sneaky preview here.  For more of my work in this regard (say you need something to get you to sleep and can't find your copy of War and Peace), see my post celebrating four years of writing for the series.  And they said it couldn't be done!

Or... did they say it shouldn't be done?  I can never remember.

I discovered a new (to me) comics blog this week -- 4thletter! -- but more to the point, I discovered this amazing song at a new (to me) comics blog. How this Animaniacs classic has passed me by all these years I'll never know. But thank God for it now!