Well, I suppose I can’t put this off any longer, or else the comics will just keep on buildin’ up and buildin’ up and soon I’ll be even more miserable. So forgive me if I’m a little short in this post; I’m just not feelin’ it today. Also, I’ve been droppin’ my g’s, a sure sign that I am beginning to lose it. Er, excuse me, I mean beginnin’.
Hi and Lois, 4/11/09
Of course there’s enough for her: they’re eating invisible food. Unless they plan on sharing that green cartoon duck’s foot in the center of the table. Seriously, Chance Brown, would it have taken you more than five minutes to plop a few steaks on those plates? Or even the ol’ generic Food Lumps? Please.
Hmm. What could Mrs. Thurston (I know she has a first name… Irma? I’m not going to look it up) have been making so close to dinner that required a cup of sugar? A friggin’ dinner-cake? Unless she sent Mr. T off earlier that afternoon and just now realized that he hadn’t returned.
Hi and Lois, 4/12/09
Ignoring the lameness of the jokes in this “comic”, who the heck gives a very breakable egg to an infant? She’s going to stuff the whole thing in her mouth and choke on that bitch. Ah, well. So, are they coloring eggs on Easter morning? I suppose so, since Ditto is flaunting his chocolate booty. My family goes to church at seven forty-five on Easter morning. We don’t got no time to sit around and color eggs. Actually, that’s why Easter is probably my least favorite holiday: because I have to wake up early. Anyway. Screw all y’all.
Hi and Lois, 4/13/09
I read Monday’s strip in the paper on Monday morning, not the night before on the Internet like I usually do. So when I read this strip, I immediately thought: “Rating the holidays by the quantity of candy?!? With that logic, the order of holidays should be Christmas, then Easter, then Halloween, because, honestly, Christmas is gift-centric, not candy-centric. Another flawed rating system! If only I could tell everyone how irked I am at this comic strip!” Then I remembered that I write a blog about this comic strip. Luckily.
Hi and Lois, 4/14/09
Aaaahhhh, finally, Tax Comix! And the day before our taxes are due! H&L, you have surprised me!
Er, are doing one’s taxes really that, ahem, taxing nowadays? Now that we have our fancy-schmancy computer programs and so forth. I mean, it’s really not that difficult: enter your W2s, 1099s if you have them (I do, sometimes), enter your deductions… bam. You’re done. Maybe it’s just me, but it’s not like the friggin’ Apocalypse or something. It doesn’t make me dream up fakey prescription medications that no doubt have a laundry list of side-effects. Tax Lax, indeed. What is this sudden fascination with prescription medications? It may be that the writers are old.
I’ve got House Hunters on in the background while I write this (shut up, it’s either that or Generic “An Animal Is Eating Me” Show), and one of the homebuyers has the same name as I do. And the realtor keeps saying her name; like, sandwiching sentences with it. “KT, how do you like this room, KT?” It’s very distracting. I’m always suspicious of people who use people’s names too often. I know they do it to seem more friendly and personable. It doesn’t work on me.