xkcd:

Toothpaste for Dinner:

Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal:

Troubletown:

This Modern Life (not a link to Salon!):

Slowpoke:

And just to totally derail the theme, a horrifying, hilarious Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal:

Big Fat Whale:

Toothpaste for Dinner:

Two from Cyanide and Happiness:

Two from Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal:

Lulu Eightball:

Big Fat Whale:

Matt Bors:

xkcd:

Toothpaste for Dinner:

Cyanide and Happiness:

Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal:

I’m including this Lulu Eightball solely for the first and last panels.  I like the first because I love Mole Men, but in a totally non-Hodgman way.  The last panel will probably actually happen at Jessica’s before the end of the summer.

Two from Cyanide and Happiness:

Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal:

Here’s a Chuck and Beans:

Update:

Jessica just mentioned that she’d shown this to a coworker, who in turn showed it to her hyper-Christian friends, who were shocked by the “nudity”.  My impression was that they were more disturbed by the relative anatomical correctness of the Barbie fat suit.  Granted, all this one has that the stock Barbie is missing are nipples, but whatever.

Then I started thinking about anatomically correct dolls and how they’re used.  I’m imagining a sort of “Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, Toy Story Edition” scenario…

Cop (indicating the fat-suited Barbie): “Go ahead, show us where Twinkie the Kid touched you.”

Victim (sobbing): “I can’t!  I have type two diabetes!  He said that if I ever told anyone he’d come back and give me type three diabetes!”

Cop: “He can’t ever do that.  You’re safe with us.  Not to mention there’s no such thing as type three diabetes.”

Alright, I realize that some researchers are trying to categorize certain Alzheimer’s characteristics as “type three” diabetes, but this is all just a bunch of bad jokes about a fat doll, after all.

Also touched inappropriately by Twinkie the Kid

I started this blog at a very low time in my life and since things are much, much better these days I’ve been neglecting it.  I may even shut this one down and create a shiny new blog with selected content from this one.

Don’t forget to click on the ‘toons to see the full-sized originals and show the artists a little love!

First, Matt Bors.  Admit it, he’s totally right about this:

I don’t think I’ve linked to any Wonderella here before, but here’s a timely one:

Obligatory nerd humor from Toothpaste for Dinner:

Now that the new girlfriend’s in the picture, I have to meet her friends and family.  They seem like okay folks so far, but Cyanide and Happiness describes the situation’s existential dread pretty well:

Even more nerdy humor from Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal:

And speaking of other new girlfriend considerations…

Cyanide and Happiness:

Toothpaste for Dinner:

xkcd:

Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal:

Cyanide and Happiness has one for the ladies:

Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal has one for the psychologists and one for the lit profs:

Rocky Horror Virgins -- the biggest group I've ever seen

Last night the lovely, brilliant, and all-around awesome FaerieJ treated me to my first Rocky Horror Picture Show since 1988.  It was the first time I’ve seen it performed with a full cast and it was a grand experience.  The cast was fun and the crowd was a howl.  It was also my first time at the Crossroads Screenland Theater in Kansas City, which is a great venue.  Every theater should have a bar in the lobby.

There were a surprising number of Virgins last night — almost half the audience.  I narrowly avoided The Mark.  Before the show the castmember playing Riff Raff was distributing complimentary candy and condoms on a silver salver, a tube of red lipstick semi-concealed in his other hand.  His timing was a little suspicious, since Faerie’s group was debating whether two decades without seeing the film qualified one as a born-again Virgin, and I had had the longest hiatus of anyone present at twenty-two years.  If she hadn’t leaped to my defense I would have had a big, red lipsticked “V” on my forehead.

The Virgins were called to the stage just before the movie started.  The under-18’s were dismissed, while the rest were forced to feign orgasms.  The castmembers selected their favorite eight, which then competed by fellating suckers.  Four finalists were selected by the audience to compete in the final event, simulating their favorite sexual position.  The winners, “Sloppy-Cock” and “Double-Fist” (nicknamed by the MC and castemember playing Brad, the latter for simultaneously deepthroating the sucker and a beer bottle) won the opportunity to play the newly-married couple after “Double-Fist” (female) pseudo-pegged “Sloppy-Cock” (male) over a conference table.

Had FaerieJ not rescued me earlier, I could easily have been on the receiving end of Double-Fist’s enthusiastic faux-assault.  Like I said, Faerie’s awesome.

The only hinky part of the evening was Duster-Boy, some frat-rat cosplay maybe-rapist in a black duster with white contact lenses.  He methodically stalked every female present, Faerie included, with comments like “You’re spunky.  I’d like to throw you in my trunk and take you home.”  Little did he know Faerie’d snap his spine like a highway flare, toss him over her shoulder, then walk away whistling.

Geek luv. Don't hate.