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Thursday, July 21, 2011 "Turn it down!"

Crane your neck?

Sorry 'bout that.

Grrr... Stupid machines...

My scanner isn't working at the time. Keep checking back, and I'll have several comics up whenever it does start working.

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I'm Sorry Guys.

So I missed a blog post. And not much happened today. Friends are visiting. Nothing good enough for a comic... Yet... I hope this picture of a green elephant eating a giant ice cream cone makes it up to you.

My Take on Rango

Yeah, I saw Rango. I also saw some friends I haven't seen in forever and got another good review on a to-be-released demo of my music, but I had this image in my head and I had to try it.

Tales of an Embarrassed Cyclist I

I labeled this "I" (as in Roman Numeral 1) because I know there'll be more...

My apologies

Ewww...

Sorry, I didn't feel motivated to color this one. This may happen from time to time. At least I replaced most of my bad handwriting! :D

I Enter Random Garages When I'm Invited In To Fix My Bike

Hey, guys.

I'm experimenting with my drawing methods. On this one I used the original pencil and just colored over it in Photoshop. It was much faster. You may see this again, like if I'm on vacation or something. Also, if I'm on vacation, there's a possibility that you'll see no posts for a week, then seven posts at a time.

I Miss You...

REPURPOSING OF BLOG!!! BIG NEWS EVERYBODY!!!

I've Got A Bike You Can Ride It If You Like... (Her name's Julia, and she's a fairly sexy piece)

It's got a basket, a bell that rings, and things that make it look good...

Actually, no it doesn't. If I need to carry something, I put it in my backpack.

If I need someone to get out of the way, I yell "On your right!" at the top of my lungs.

But it's still a pretty good bike. Especially for having spent $55

on it to-date. I found it on CraigsList... A 1980s Roadmaster Pro Tour 10-Speed, blue in color (I can't seem to find them in any color but blue, actually).

Overall, not a bad bike. I wrapped the handlebars in handlebar tape because the original foam (a little bit darker blue in color)

was starting to deteriorate.

The whitewalls are starting to deteriorate too, and have turned yellow. I'm pretty sure they're original to the bike. The back derailleur is a little bit finicky, and doesn't always shift like it's supposed to, but it should work decently. Like the decals say, it's a ten speed (5 in back, 2 in front), and it's got sexy metal pedals. All the reflectors are also in place, which is a definite pro.

See this little thing here, though? This is under the seat, where the back brake line runs through the thing you loosen to change the seat. It took me and dad a little while to figure out that one.

But, yeah, nice big tail reflector, center pull breaks (you can't really see), and nice smooth whitewall tires with a line of tread through the middle. And you see those fancy decals?

Yeah. Pretty sexy, huh? Despite only being a medium-high quality department store bike, Julia is in great condition, and I'll probably be riding her at least into college. I do, however, want to add a third gear up front (the two-gear setup seems to be lacking something). Oh, and did you notice that those are chrome rims?

Not to brag, but I think I'm a pretty good Craigslist surfer.

Here is one thing, though. Look at this seat! It's like I'm sitting on a freaking sponge. I know, a lot of people would die for a seat like this, which is why, as soon as I get a replacement, I'm giving this one to my mom, who rides a fifty year old restored Sears bike. I just need a saddle, though, because I find it uncomfortable to be sitting, then lean, and find myself sinking off the bike while going 30 miles an hour down a hill through traffic.

One last thing that I think is weird, but I'm sure I'll get used to, is this funky gear-changing mechanism. I've never seen them on the headset like this. But, yeah, here you can judge my dad's taping job. Also, you can kinda see that it has the cool two-part brake levers.

So, what do you think? Was it worth the $55?

Bacon-Feet and Other Useless Threats

Have you ever found yourself making ridiculous threats, like "I will slice your feet off, and cook them up as bacon"? I mean, how practical is that? Feet stink, bacon doesn't, I'm pretty sure bacon doesn't sweat, and last I checked, bacon has delicious stripes of fat instead of toes.

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Yet somehow, I keep on finding myself making incredibly stupid threats. Of course, my brother takes it a step further. He once threatened to knock my face in with a broomdoor. What a broomdoor is, the world will never know.

(Broomdoor? I think that looks a little bit more like a paintbrush. Hey, if somebody goes and invents a broomdoor, let me have some of the money? Okay?)

End of the World... Again.

So, hey guys, I'm kinda new at this. Lemme introduce myself. I'm Ed. I'm in Kansas City. I'm currently in high school (but only for 732 more days). By the way, if you're very religious, or don't like the mocking of the overly religious, you may want to turn back. I might be too liberal for my own good.

Anyways, today was supposed to be the end of the world, right? Big chance for everyone to freak out.

(This, in case you can't tell, is a picture of me freaking out. There's fire behind me just to prove how terrified I am.)

But why am I terrified?

Some guy named Harold Camping has decided that the rapture, being the beginning of the end of the world, would come on May 21st, 1994, and if not, then on May 21st, 2011. Well, it didn't, and we're still here.

(Camping... Hmmm.... Isn't that supposed to be something like this? I don't see fire and brimstone and crap like that in this

pleasant little picture of CAMPING.)

What really gets me is the whole "and if not" thing. I mean, "Yeah, we're all gonna die on this day, and if we don't, it'll be on this day way over here."

But, yeah, Camping is just one of many doomsday prophets. You know the Jehovah's Witnesses? They were originally founded in like 1914 (I'm saying this from memory. Don't hate me if I'm wrong.), and predicted the end of the world every couple of years from then on, until they got so sick of being wrong, that they just started saying that the end was coming soon.

And somehow, this justifies knocking

on your door early saturday mornings.

The original "end of the world" as far as the Christian church is concerned, though, was actually all the way back some time around the year

50 AD when the Apostle Paul died. Everyone thought...

Ever since then, the world's been ending every couple of years. Kinda makes you wonder how Mars feels...