Happy Monday! I guess.
Posted by The Author on June 1, 2009
Let’s get this over with. I mean, let’s read some Comix!
Hi and Lois, 5/28/09
I don’t have much to say about this one except: now that’s squalor. My room has looked like that many a time, what with random bitty scraps of paper lying around. I don’t know about every single drawer bulging open, though. I’d rather not put anything in drawers at all. I’m betting Lois is wishing she hadn’t lined the floors with black carpet over the entire house.
Hi and Lois, 5/29/09
Computers will always be too slow, because our attention spans are continuing to wane. The idea of a Computer-Of-The-Month club both excites and terrifies me, touching both my nerdy and environmentalist sides. Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh yeah. People suck.
Hi and Lois, 5/30/09
Golf! It’s funny! Screw you.
Hi and Lois, 5/31/09
Okay. Here we go. The real meat ‘n’ potatoes of this week. I can just never get enough of Noyz, can you? They have such a coherent style! I’m kidding, of course. What the Eff. Chip, are you a hippie? What’s Mohawk Guy doing there? Jerry! Are you supposed to be a bellhop?
I read this comic in the Sunday paper, initially, and knew I just had to see the throwaway panels. I hoped that they would contain more of Chip’s brilliant lyrics, but it does not. Apparently the band only has two songs, “Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah (Can You Here Me Now)” and this gem, the Shortest, Angriest Song in the World. Now, I listen to some pretty questionable music sometimes. Never have I heard a lyric as explicit and vulgar as “Go ahead and Die! Die! Die!”. I think they need some work. Also, what the hell? Don’t they know that Hi is a Baby-Boomer Parental Figure and will object to all music that doesn’t come from, I dunno, Neil Young or someone?*
They don’t have girlfriends. Who’s surprised?
That about wraps up the month of May, I guess. I’ll start with today’s comic tomorrow, along with tomorrow’s comic. Did that make sense? I’m sure it did. See you later.
*Digression: My father has begun playing the video game Rock Band recently, and lemme tell you — it’s the strangest thing in the world to see my dad playing Rage Against The Machine songs and asking what the lyrics are in a Linkin Park song. “What are they saying? Stand up when you’re talking to me?” No, Dad, it’s shut up when you’re talking to me, a physical impossibility unless you know sign language.