Totally stolen from Adam. Blame him. But to be fair, when the panels are that good to begin with, I just can't help it. Plus, it's getting near that dang holiday, so it's kinda appropriate. I guess.
Dear Adam,
Yesterday I finally posted a new entry after a lengthy absence. A lengthy absence during which I can offer no excuses for my constant internet inactivity, quite frankly. But I'll give it a shot: It appears I was suffering from total physical inertia, absence of interest in my ambiance - what some bloggers call "environment" - a failure to respond to the conventional external stimuli - a ribald comment, a nice firm boobie, a power girl reference... To be blunt, I was in a rut. It's the old stockbroker syndrome, the suburban fin de siecle ennui, angst, weltschmertz, call it what you will...
It was moping... and I'll have to remember that. Anywhoo...
When I finally did post, it was simply a slightly off-putting Batman and Robin pose from a World's Finest cover. And nothing more. For this, I am deeply ashamed, and beg your forgiveness.
As you rightly pointed out, it would have been quite easy to take a further step with that cover and make a basic rudimentary joke. Quite simple, really. It was already there, waiting to be teased from it's comfort. If only I took the effort ... if only I took the care to provide you, dear reader, with even a half-hearted attempt at the sort of crudely photoshopped playground humor my quatrain of readers has come to expect.
Alas.. It seems I was still on vacation. Well, the naughty bits were at least. The creative naughty bits, I mean. Metaphorically creative naughty bits.
Seriously... look how easy this was:
A few weeks ago Adam, over at Comics Make No Sense threw the bloggers a fantastic out of context panel that really deserved better treatment than I ended up giving it.
Feelin' a bit under the weather today, (trust me - you don't want any details. Suffice it to say that my scrubbing bubbles are working overtime...) so in lieu of a real post, here's a ribald quickie and an out of context funny. Because, let's face it, we all love toilet humor and bad comics innuendo. Laugh with me! HAHAHA!
Over the weekend the Roller Girl and I went to our local dollar store looking for cheap household supplies, as is our wont. The cashier had just about finished ringing everything up* when I noticed something on the impulse rack, immediately grabbed it and tossed it into the basket. RG asked me what it was:
Me: One of those magic towels that they compress into the size of a quarter until you soak it in hot water and PRESTO! Instant washcloth! They're kinda fun for a minute or so. These are planet of the solar system themed.
RG: Oh? Which one did you get?
Me: You've been dating me HOW long?!?
RG: ... Y'know, I knew the answer as the question was leaving my lips. *Sigh*
Well, it's been a helluvva week .. and things were really gettin' me down until recently. I was seriously in a funk for a while, there. Life was beatin' me up, man! Sorry about the lack of posts - my heart just wasn't in it.
But.. as it turns out.. some things end up being blessings in disguise! And everything is now coming up sunny side! That menacing storm cloud overhead ended up bursting and showering me with delicious, delicious Prozac-filled Care Bears. Or something. Anyway, let's all dance!
So Adam over at everyone's favorite blog, Comics Make No Sense, posted a doozy of an out of context speech bubble to see what my filthy mind could do with it. And not get myself banninated. Or ostracized within the comic blog community. Or bring the Feds down on me after Google Image searching all the necessary comedic photoshop components.
Every now and then (heck, often) Adam blogs a panel that begs re-working. And it sometimes involves a much-needed bitch slap. For example:
