…because when else will I get to run it? < p class=”text”>The Devil Ate My Blintzes, an illustrated poem, tells the story of Goldie and Gus, who live in Dogpatch-like bliss and sell “blintzes and wheel alignment” as well as “chicken soup and transmission fluid.” The trouble (and fun) starts when the Devil finds out…
Yep, it’s that time of year again, it’s International Talk Like A Pirate Day, an important holiday in the Church Of The Flying Spaghetti Monster. Extra points if you conduct your Rosh Hashanah services while talking like a pirate. If you need pointers, watch this: In honor of this sacred day, I’m curling up with…
Hat tip: Lisa Sullivan.
Take the time today to remember them in your own way.
What? How could you forget that the third Monday in May is Miracle Monday? Elliot will be very disappointed in you… If you have no idea what I’m talking about (Ma nishtana ha-laila ha-zeh mi-kol ha-leilot) Miracle Monday is the third Monday in May. It’s from a Superman novel of the same name written by…
And remember, if you give your Mom some memory… just read and learn. As someone who spent most of Easter fixing my mom’s computer… oh, just read all of it. And say hi to your mother for me.
May the Fourth be with you. And a good thing too– Clone War advocates are everywhere.
Here… have some eggs for Easter. Mmmmm… eggs.
For your reading pleasure, we point you to Dial B for Blog which has collected the scrolls of Bennie David, better known to the world as Son O’God. And yes, that is Neal Adams artwork. Now if we can only get to the inevitable battle against this guy. That would be a real Final Crisis….
Happy St. Patrick’s Day… …from Glenn to glen.
…and the groundhog saw his shadow, so that means we have six more weeks to plan for New York Comic-Con, right? No? Dammit.
Here’s hoping that when people ask you "Is it 2009 yet?" they aren’t talking about the Dow Jones Index.
