When last we saw our bumbling protagonist intrepid hero (me), he (I) was prostrate on the floor of the Castle oubliette (where John had thoughtfully installed a drafting table and quasi-stationary transdimensional barstool), having been damn-near-suffocated between Maggie's boobs clutched to the heaving bosom of the Boston Irish Moat Princess, who then abandoned him (me) -- uncharacteristically -- and dashed out to the bailey for a date -- totally in character -- with a sailor (Boq).
Who was *not* out of character.
Well, I'm still there. I'm stuck in this dream sequence until I'veembarassed the daylights out of suitably limned the remaining chandelier-swinging weaselettes lissome ladies who grace the Castle's environs, but in the interim, various and sundry of you (three, at last count) have threatened my ass pleaded eloquently for another 'toon.
It's out of sequence, but since the dream sequence is already out of sequence with the original sequence in which I had sequenced it, just go ahead and continue your willing suspension of disbelief.
Or not...
Yeah, there's a golf course here. Whaddya expect -- the Air Force runs the place...
And, in keeping with my current policy of shilling for any Army-type folks who draw cartoons about Army Aviation -- 'nother words, the Lawn Darts folks -- hop on over and vote for 'em. There are two icons, one for Buzzcomix and one for topwebcomics, and we'd like to see their ranking shoot into the top 100 (they're steadily climbing, thanks to everybody who dropped by yesterday).
And for those of you who are heavily into the Wild West with a PG-17 American Indian mythos theme, visit Crowfeathers (Sagebrush draws LD and writes 'n' draws Crowfeathers -- *and* she did AIT at Fort Huachuca!)
In other news, there is no truth to the rumor that Argghhh-onauts, The Movie! is going direct to DVD...
Who was *not* out of character.
Well, I'm still there. I'm stuck in this dream sequence until I've
It's out of sequence, but since the dream sequence is already out of sequence with the original sequence in which I had sequenced it, just go ahead and continue your willing suspension of disbelief.
Or not...
Yeah, there's a golf course here. Whaddya expect -- the Air Force runs the place...
And, in keeping with my current policy of shilling for any Army-type folks who draw cartoons about Army Aviation -- 'nother words, the Lawn Darts folks -- hop on over and vote for 'em. There are two icons, one for Buzzcomix and one for topwebcomics, and we'd like to see their ranking shoot into the top 100 (they're steadily climbing, thanks to everybody who dropped by yesterday).
And for those of you who are heavily into the Wild West with a PG-17 American Indian mythos theme, visit Crowfeathers (Sagebrush draws LD and writes 'n' draws Crowfeathers -- *and* she did AIT at Fort Huachuca!)
In other news, there is no truth to the rumor that Argghhh-onauts, The Movie! is going direct to DVD...
As in, "comment on joke" *and* "visceral reaction".
Heh,
Looks like it doesn't need to rain for you to get a few sprinkles, eh?
Do the AP's check the sand traps for IED's?
After they were finished, an Iraqi engineer casually informed them that they'd been using UXO markers as tees.
Bill,
Sounds about right.. :)
The whole planeful.
I dunno if he declared an inflight emergency to cover ditching the cargo or not.
But that's about the only way somone drives down a one mile dead end gravel road (running the gauntlet of McCain/Palin signs on the main drag) to stuff *my* mailbox.
Besides, talking to my mail carrier, I'm thinking that any such material might have been "damaged in the handling of the US Postal Service*."
(*Not really, but he *isn't* a fan of hope and change.)
jeesh
Hootchmate #4 is looking to get a couple, too, and he has his marching orders.