Thursday, February 28, 2002
I hope everyone understands that my open
declaration of outright love made in my
previous post for a WSN columnist I have,
in fact, never actually met, is not actually
meant in the literal sense but rather
a humorous metaphor for my utmost respect
and praise for her finely and eloquently-detailed
article about a subject to which I relate
in her criticism, though I admit she is
Just making that clear so you don't all
think I'm a psycho or anything.
Well, I think it's gone beyond the one-liner
in my strip two weeks ago. Because of
opinion piece in the Washington Square
News, I think I've officially fallen
in love with columnist Marissa Moss. Okay,
not really... okay, maybe really. Hell,
I fall in love three or four times a week.
Her piece is a brilliant and scathing
article on the hypocrisy of many of the
political leftists here at NYU who decide
that their political mentality is not
really a mentality, but a way of expressing
their outer fashions. In other words,
anarchist leftists have to dress like
80's punks, and a girls who has a great
political mind but just happens to dress
really nice, wears makeup, and has no
visible piercings has no business in the
"liberal" movement on campus.
I hate the way students are like this
at NYU. The people here on the whole either
care only about how they look at hide
any attempt to show a mind, or believe
that because of that reason they need
to deliberately appear different from
other people as if to imply the difference
in their political thought.
Well I don't buy this crap either. I
don't smoke, do drugs, drink alcohol,
or have any tattoos or visible piercings-
that doesn't mean I don't advocate the
legality of all of them. Just because
I wear a long black overcoat doesn't imply
I'm a card-carrying member of the militant
anti-government movement- it means 1.
I think I look good in it, and 2. It's
goddamn freezing outside.
I focused on this in a strip I did last
year about how political statements at
NYU are becomming a fashion rather than
a thinking... hating animal testing and
voting for Ralph Nader aren't becomming
popular because people actually believe
in them, but because it's a great thing
to wear on the weekend. I think that diminishes
any attempt to make those cases even remotely
I guess it's also the big dumb male in
me... ever since I came to college I have
pursued the elusive dream girl of mine
that has a political thinking clse to
me, but just happens to be really hot
as well. Guilty on both counts, this may
explain my sudden Marissa Moss infatuation.
Hopefully I'll be better soon. Maybe I
should just start drinking.
Tuesday, February 26, 2002
No, you're not losing it. After a whopping
five days, I've already reformatted the
site. Because I hate frames. Now there
are no frames. And now I am happy. At
least for a little while.
Now go tell more people this fucker exists.
Monday, February 25, 2002
Jesus Christ on a Segway.
According to the Associated
Press, George W. Bush has just declared,
with a completely straight face (or what
you would call straight in regards to
Smirk) that Afghanistan "failed demonstrably"
in 2001 to cooperate in anti-narcotics
efforts but that the country nonetheless
is entitled to receive U.S. assistance
because of vital American interests.
Yes, the Taliban was doing so much better
when you gave them $43,000,000 last year,
So a year ago the Taliban only got money
by agreeing to burn farms and execute
heroin exporters. Now, because of U.S.
interests (umm, and what would those be,
Oil-boy?) the new government we installed
doesn't have to worry about that. Nope,
no need to stop flooding Heroin into the
country because there's a much more important
pipeline to work on.
I thought if we help drug dealers, we're
helping the terrorists. Any comments,
Sunday, February 24, 2002
24 hours ago, I was about to ink next
week's strip- I actually have to look
at it to remember what it's about- when
I got the news that Chuck Jones had died.
I'm up this late because needless to say,
plans changed. I just finished what I
hope is a worthy strip to express my sorrow
and admiration for this great man's passing.
I have decided to break usual tradition
and post the strip immediately, rather
than wait until it runs in the WSN on
Wednesday. In the only other way I could
think of making this strip special, the
online version's in color as well.
If anyone would like a high-resolution,
printable copy of the color comic, drop
me an e-mail and I'll send you one. Now
if you'll all excuse me, I have to go
and be very unhappy some more.
Saturday, February 23, 2002
Chuck Jones, the greatest American animator
who ever lived, has died at the age of
I've just stopped crying. And going to
start again writing this. One of the reasons
I applied to NYU was the picture of Chuck
Jones giving a lecture in the brochure
I read during my Junior year of high school.
I'm serious- the idea that he occasionally
came to this school for an hour every
three or four years was actually incentive
for me to apply. The impact that this
man has had on my life is that great.
History will look upon each and every
civilization and recognize their contribution
to the development of culture through
their discovery of art as a way of expression.
Europe and Asia will fight over who created
the greatest painting, the most majestic
statue, the apex of modern architecture.
But dispite the glamour that Japan currently
gives to it, history will see the truth
that animation as an art form was devised,
invented, utilized, and perfected in the
United States of America.
Napalm. Atomic warfare. Commercialized
Health Care. America is responsible for
many things, and ironically cartoons,
which people have accused for generations
of teaching our children violence, is
probably the one thing that didn't directly
destroy countless amounts of people that
this country is responsible for.
History will look upon American for its
contribution to art and culture. And history
will see American for cartoons. And it
will remember Chuck Jones as the man who
gave America its own art form.
I will never get over the fact that I
never was able to meet the man who made
me laugh before I could read, and I will
never believe that if I live twice as
long I will be able to do half of what
he did. You can argue anything you want
with me about my political views, or what's
wrong with the president, or what's right
with the economy, anything you want. But
don't try to convince me that this man
didn't define an entire art form for this
nation. Democrat or Republican, it would
be an act of treason.
It is far more valuable in my opinion
to address this problem of terrorism with
enough honesty to question our own responsibility
as nations and as individuals for the
rise of terrorism... [I hope I] will be
able to tell our son that his father carried
the flag to end terrorism, raising an
unprecedented demand among people from
all countries not for revenge but for
the values we all share: love, compassion,
friendship and citizenship far transcending
the so-called clash of civilizations.
These words are from a statement by Mariane
Pearl, whose husband Daniel, a reporter
for the Wall Street Journal, has just
been confirmed as having been excuted
on camera by Pakistani terrorists. At
this time, Mariane is seven months pregnant,
and Federal officials predict Daniel's
body will most likely never be found.
There are right-wing pro-war fanatics
who are, as we speak, publicly condemning
Mariane Pearl for making these comments.
I'd like to elaborate on that for everyone:
today, a woman watched a videotape of
her husband having his throat slashed
open, and people are angry at her for
not demanding gruesome revenge against
Please take a few minutes to consider
this before joining me in vomiting.
Friday, February 22, 2002
According to my site tracking software,
I have officially attracted my first visitors
using Netscape and Opera browsers. And
in the same day, too. Hello there, whoever
you guys are. I apologize for the site
probably not working for you, but it's
because you're the only people who
will ever visit this site using Netscape
and Opera. I'm really really sorry about
Thursday, February 21, 2002
Just came back from the Michael Moore
book tour thing. I'm already into Stupid
White Men and I'm amazed at what a
good read it is. People usually accuse
liberal authors, especially Moore, of
being way too pretentious and nasty in
some of their writing. What's great about
Moore is that after reading some of his
stuff about how Bush should resign and
how the Enron execs are comparable to
Hitler in terms of mass life-shattering
crime, you realize that he isn't trying
to be smarmy or witty in his political
analysis: he's dead serious, and is
rationally and open-mindedly citing factual
evidence to support his claim.
Case in point: Bush Sr. had oil industry
connections to the bin Laden energy supply
company. Yes, of the Saudi Arabia bin
Ladens. And Cheney had meetings with Haliburton
and Enron months BEFORE Sept. 11 to discuss
the amazing profit potential of running
an oil pipeline through Afghanistan...
if only the pesky Taliban was out of the
way... but how?
But I digress... go buy the book, which
actually hit #1 on Amazon this morning
DURING Moore's interview with Sean Hannity
(also known as Satan) and get all
the stuff for yourself. There's lots of
other fun stuff in there as well. And
I promise, no more posts shamelessly kissing
Michael Moore's ass. Unless he suddenly
plugs my site. Which he won't, because
like 249 million other Americans he has
no idea who I am. Yet.
Wednesday, February 20, 2002
Okay, so it's a horrible catch line, but
I'm somewhat excited. Strange events between
now and tomorrow night notwithstanding,
I'm going off to the Merkin Concert Hall
at W. 67th St. tomorrow night. There I
shall meet Michael Moore, listen to his
sage words of wisdom, and buy his newest
book Stupid White Men and hopefully
have it autographed as well.
I met Mike last year- in fact, the day
after the election and the dawn of the
Florida debacle, at a guest lecture he
gave at NYU. No, I don't actually think
he'll remember me or anything. But it's
fun to think he would- kinda like that
old SNL sketch where Paul Simon remembers
random people who approach him on line.
"Central Park, 1978... you were the guy
who kept screaming 'Play The Boxer!'"
Aaaah, good times.
this is where you go if you want to
get inforation about Mike's book, and
the tour. Take my advice, you should seriously
try to see him talk live. It's amazing.
You should also try to get his new book
as soon as possible. It's flying off the
shelves, and is actually sold out at Amazon...
at AMAZON, for Christ's sake, which is
pretty damn good for a book that almost
had it's initial run burned before hitting
the stores back in November because the
publisher felt they shouldn't print a
book that dared to say Bush is an idiot.
Tuesday, February 19, 2002
Latest comic put up - "On the Topic of
ABC News just released their annual President's
Day Poll of greatest American presidents.
Lincoln led among Republicans. Kennedy
among Democrats. Most seniors picked Roosevelt
and most black people polled split between
Lincoln and Clinton. And nine out of ten
political analysts reported that the poll
has absolutely no bearing on anything
whatsoever, depsite the fact that it will
without a doubt be the lead topic for
at least three major political news talk
shows within the next two days. Oh, and
nine more people in the West Bank were
shot today, but why should that be news
Monday, February 18, 2002
I've switched around where the hell the
archive pages go about six times now,
and I'm not going to actually have an
archive for another month. It's kind of
Anyhoo, there's a very good chance you
could actually be reading this right now,
because there's a very good chance this
is actually uploaded to the site. The
main page, I mean. Most of the basic stuff
that is undoubtedly vital to the site
running is now up, so basically all that
left are some little things. More flash
stuff coming , I guess. Comic archive's
up, which of course, is the most crucial
part of the site. So GO READ THE FUNNY!
Headline of the moment at CNN: "Bush
to ask for 60 acres added to Arlington
National Cemetery." Jesus, even I
didn't think he was going to get that
many of us killed that quickly.
Okay, maybe I did.
Okay, moving right along. Apparently,
the blog is working. I have, as of this
moment, no freaking clue if the archving
works. So I guess we have to wait until
the end of the week or month or something
like that to find out. Oh goody. Guess
I'll try to start making some frame pages
MAKE SPACE BETWEEN LINES DAMN YOU TO CHRIST!
It's the bunny sponge.
You use it to mop up all
of the spilled bunny.
Haiku modified from post (c) Don Hertzfeldt.
More testing. Thinking of switching to
frames. Hate frames. Have to use frames.
Or else everything else won't work. Can
make work, but will... take work. Grrrrrr.
Wednesday, February 13, 2002
Hello? Is anyone there?
We have contact. Well not really, because
unless your part of the Illuminati or
somehow actually found a page with no
active links to it yet, there's absolutely
no way you can actually be reading this.
This is the testing phase for the new
site at xoverboard.com. Odds are you'll
find this several weeks afterwards. i
have to fix the site up, reupload all
the files, and make some more fun stuff
too, not to mention custom edit the blog
so it works with my site's own templates.
Whee, ha ha ha, fun.
So in the long run, I guess I'll see
you in a few. Wish me luck on this damn