Look at this Murderer’s Row of Terrible Life Choices!
Look at the jarringly classy website Pabst has put together to tout their portfolio of arrest lubricants!
Look at the fact that they still make BLATZ. Blatz: The One Beer That Most Sounds Like a Slang Term for Diarrhea. It wins that award even though Schlitz exists!
Look at me, cracking wise when I have repeatedly consumed every one of these brands. Except Champale. Anyone know where I can buy Champale?
Ted Rall is one of the most consistently surprising voices in the “cartooning” industry. I am always surprised how he can make anything about him and his contrarian-ass agenda. It’s a remarkable skill, like being able to carpet-bomb funerals with farts at will. You don’t know why anyone has it, and you hope they never use it. But you know it’s coming.
I never thought I would say “I expected better of you, Ted” in 2013, but here we are.
I screencapped all of the Infinite Jest references from tonight’s Parks and Rec so you can seem super attentive and well-read around the hypothetical water cooler where anyone has read or cares about David Foster Wallace. So, uh… you’re welcome, MFA students?
BY POPULAR DEMAND (Jamaal “Popular” Thomas, Esq.) I have posted a lengthy rebuke of Chuck Klosterman on FBB, even though it has nothing to do with comic books.
Or maybe, as Chucky K might posit, it could have everything to do with comic books?
I suppose it is of a piece with much of FBB in that wags may ask, “Well, if you don’t like it, why do you keep reading it?”
This comes off a little meaner than I thought it would when I was writing this last night.
The main question I wanted to ask was, “Does everyone really love Led Zeppelin that much at some point in their life?” with a side of cracking on Klosterman. Instead I found myself with an essay bashing Klosterman with a side of bashing Klosterman. This is advanced.
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bugs / Look mami I got the bugs if you into eating bugs / I’m into eating ‘sects, I ain’t into making love / So come give me a hug if you into eating bugs
in da bugs
Only loosely related, but when this song first came out I incorrectly parsed these lyrics as “I ain’t into having sex, I ain’t into making love, so come give me a hug” and I thought this was bold new territory, a rapper so focused on The Hustle that he considered himself asexual.
At time time I was working at a Best Buy and had to come into work at 4am to unload trucks, and would spend half my shift half-asleep listening to the Star & Buc Wild Show, so that may explain my confusion.
This was also ten years ago, when it was still considered acceptable to constantly run a drop about how the show was gonna get “all up in Eminem’s faggot ass”, so obviously times were different. Or in the event they didn’t actually run this drop, I was in a constant state of delirium Either seems probable now.
FBB makes it’s triumphant return with a brief look at Brian K. Vaughan, Marcos Martin and Muntsa Vicente’s Private Eye.
Stay tuned for music later this week.
If you like any of the creators involved, interesting comics distribution models or well drawn/colored comics, you should go buy the first issue of Private Eye now, available as a DRM-free digital comic on a ‘name your price’ basis here.