Saturday, June 30, 2007

Friday, June 29, 2007

Thursday, June 28, 2007

EXCLUSIVE: Awkward Silences!

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

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Ghost of Die Hards Past

In honor of the new Die Hard movie opening tomorrow, I present to you my Halloween costume from 2004:

Me and the Monkey. I quit smoking six months ago, BTW.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

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(UPDATE 6/28: I ususally don't edit cartoons days after I've run them, but the error was bothering me too much.)

Friday, June 22, 2007

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Car Blue Car

Volkswagen offers Wilco the "Moby Package" and they take it.


This morning on

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

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Obama Girl (almost NSFW)

I Have Deleted White House E-mails!

After Colbert's bang-up job at the White House Correspondent's Association Dinner, I thought perhaps this year they'd skew younger and sell even more downloads than in 2006. Boy, was I wrong! The jokes I sent to Karl Rove and others were welcomed but later ignored by comedy artifact Rich Little. Now those e-mails are either being withheld by the Administration or were erased along with thousands of other electronic documents. Rather than having them dug up by "gododdy221" on FDL in a few months, I'll just start posting them here:

Monday, June 18, 2007

Friday, June 15, 2007

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

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"Probably Not"

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Monday, June 11, 2007

Let Me Get Over You The Way You've Gotten Over Me

Just over nine years ago, Seinfeld was thrown a Cultural Phenomenon Retirement Party rivaling the recent The Sopranos goodbye in both misplaced speculation and media over-saturation. How could fans of either show be satisfied with receiving the standard Gold Watch of finales when we've been imagining a month-long cruise of Mediterranean Sea?

It was after a second viewing years later that I realized how brilliant the final Seinfeld was, despite being critically shredded in 1998 like David Chase is being torn apart today. When Jerry took control of the show after Larry David left, some bemoaned the stylistic turn from everyday observational humor to surrealistic slapstick. Yet if it wasn't for that creative evolution, Sue Ellen Mischke never would have married Peter/Pinter in India, Kramer wouldn't become Merv Griffin 2.0 and there wouldn't be a Festivus for the rest of us. In a few years The Sopranos can be assessed as a body of work rather than a weekly series of unmet expectations.

Larry David and David Chase both returned to their respective franchises after a period of limited involvement to engrave the inscription on the headstones. David's was an indictment of the characters and the fans who loved those characters, for all their selfishness, dishonesty and scorn towards humanity. Jerry and the gang were sent to jail basically for being themselves. My frustration with this season of The Sopranos was its sense of meaninglessness: Vito's troubled son, Tony's Vegas trip, the school asbestos: if these things had a purpose, it wasn't for us to know. That Chase kept the final episode within that theme of ambiguity, rather than tying everything up neatly after months of chaos, is admirable. Unlike David, he's willing to condemn the audience for their crime of bloodlust without getting his hero dirty. Tony Soprano, vicious murderer, gets away in the end while delicate comedian Jerry Seinfeld spends the rest of his days doing airline bits in maximum security.

Other observations:

• I suspected right from the opening seconds there would be no Ultimate Conclusion, with Tony awaking to Vanilla Fudge. "You Keep Me Hanging On", indeed.

• There's no cure for environmental awareness and passionate anti-materialism like a new BMW.

• Agent Harris displaying more emotional involvement in Tony's life than in fighting terrorism. My favorite "FU, audience!" moment.

• LeBron's been catching up on the show during halftimes this postseason. How else to explain the Cavs' awful third quarters?

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Friday, June 01, 2007

Pool Week Continues

A Bigger Doody. Spaulding Hockney, 2007