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Am I the only one who “gets” Chris Muir’s Day by Day about half the time…and finds about a quarter of that at all amusing? I don’t mean to be Art Bitch or anything…

I have to admit I don’t see where it’s going today. But I think I usually get it, and like it.

I do miss the loonngg Sunday episode Chris used to do. Can’t blame him for stopping it. It had to be 10x as hard.

How many noticed his “fundraiser” he had one day a month or so ago? That was mightily hilarious – and nice too. He’s the only fundraiser in history that had to shout, “Stop!”.

Sorry about your feet, Weaz. Glad you took a day off, though!

Me neither can see what’s coming after today’s cartoon, McGoo.

I usually enjoy the strip, whether I get it or not, even on days when I don’t think it’s particularly funny. The guy can draw some babes. Heh.

Sweasel, good to see you are restessing. I was worried that the moving stress had provoked a synaptic overload, or some such.

Maybe it’s because I didn’t follow it from the beginning; I can’t even work out what’s going on a lot of the time.

Phew! The Wuzzadems’ McCain boosting has morphed into something pungently nasty. Hard to see the upside of that approach, but…whatever.

DbD can be … oblique … even opaque … sometimes.

On Wuzzadem’s stuff – Weaz, I believe it’s gonna get seriously filthy before it’s over. Maybe worse than its ever gotten before.

I’m having my olfactory sense temporarily numbed in November so I can vote against Hitlery and Kid Obama. Yes – that means … I can’t say it.

Uncle B sent me a couple of good links this morning. Ferret ownership increasing in the UK. Yes! The weasel’s master plan of taking over the world is right on course! Ferrets being, of course, Weasels Lite.

And this wonderfully snarky review of the state of British television. You don’t really have to have suffered under the BBC drama output of late (though it’s funnier if you have) to see what he’s getting at. You’ll get the problem from the review. My favorite line:

Despite the tweeness, the awkwardness, the absence of humour or excitement or pretty much anything else, it slowly grew to have an inexplicably warm, home-grown charm, rather like sitting in a burst of incontinence…

Nobody does bitchy reviews like a Brit. I love it.

The imagery.

Weaz – do ferrets eat the Islamic? Can they be trained to do so?

Don’t say it, McGoo! I’m sticking to SeeDubya’s plan: don’t commit yourself either way. Make him work for it.

I didn’t realize there was kerfuffle over at Wuzzadem until I got abruptly delinked. I hesitated before delinking in turn. It seemed petty and I had been so pleased to be blogrolled there in the first place. But I read back a bit and thought…well, okay.

Pity. It was a great blog. One of my favorites. When John was on a roll, he was as funny as the blogosphere gets. When he turned it over to his wife a ways back, though, teh funny went away. To be replaced by teh shrill and teh pointedly unpleasant. Even before the McCain thing blew up.

Oh, well. Circle of Life and all that. Hey, remember all that pizza that was going to last me until Wednesday? Ha! Dibs on the last piece!

I’m still wrapping my noggin around that “sitting in a burst of incontinence” imagery. I’m gonna use that someday, and people are going to be stunned and offended. I can’t wait.

Good point about … him. I will make … him … work for it.

Weaz – I have been known to order pizza and then just let it sit for 4-6 hours – or even put it in the fridge overnight – before consuming it. Pizza is like home-made soup or stew – it gets better with age.

Does camping start next week? Holiday tomorrow.

The Bug Guy comes Thursday night to spray the basement, and I have to let that settle for 24 hours. So, I’m aiming for Friday. Or over the weekend, maybe.

Everything’s happening. It’s just happening at the Speed of Workmen…like three weeks later than expected, on average.

Oh, yes. Pizza is like fine wine in that regard. I worked in an exceptionally good pizza joint when I was in college. Pizza in the South — at least in my childhood — sucked hugely. When I tasted the real thing, I was like, “Holy crap! Is this what it’s supposed to taste like?” I ate pizza every day for a year.

We are of one mind on pizza. You actually worked in a pizza joint? Whoa. That’s a true lifetime experience.

I forgot the speed of Workman delay. That means you can sleep in your own li’l mustalid bed a little while longer, though.

If Wuzzadem delinked you, then it’s their loss. Fucktards.

We were written up in People magazine as one of the ten best pizzas in America. Me, I suspect it’s because Brooke Shields ate there when she was considering going to Brown University. Still, we made a damn good calzone and a ripping good Sicilian pie.

You know something, McGoo? I think I’m going to be happier in the basement. Upstairs, with no curtains or carpets or books or anything, is like living on a basketball court. Downstairs, it’s dark, warm, quiet and private. I always had bunker envy.

John Cleese’s Letter to America.

Hm. That thing gave me wicked déjà vu, Musli. I’m sure some other British figure supposedly revoked our independence a couple of years back. I’d like to see a provenance on that one.

Not least because Cleese famously availed himself of therapy at some length.

Ah. Yes. In the post above, he has since been informed that a) it’s not Cleese and b) it’s old.

[…] February 2008 Peel Revenge Posted by Mrs. Peel under Posting Particulars   You delink Weasel?  I delink you!   […]

Well – by God! – I’d delink Wuzzadem too just to show ’em! – um, if I’d linked it in the first place. And, they never noticed me….or chose to ignore me….(extends lower lip and sniffs petulantly).

nd I still say they’re fucktards.

I don’t care who wrote the John Cleese thingy, Muslihoon. I liked it. And it was new to me! So there! I declare it officially funny!

Simple things are often the best, Weaz. Living in the basement may cause you to re-appreciate the finer things in life; like hot and cold running water, and refrigerators.

And it’ll get you reacquainted with your Inner Legs via constant stairclinbing.

Yeah, Wuzzadem has gotten a little bitchy of late. I actually haven’t read it in a while, but last time I did, they, and by “they” I mean “Mrs. R,” were being pretty snotty.

Anyway, I highly doubt they will notice that I delinked them. AFAIK they’ve never heard of me.

Wow. I just read the comment thread Weasel linked to. Dayum. Nice insult to Ace, too.

Speaking of Ace, is anyone else completely convinced that “Fred (ivBDD)” is Fred Thompson?

Yeah – Wuzzadem has definitely slipped a timing belt or sumpin. They’ll get no more of my business!

Wuzzadem Izznowacrank and Izzagone.

Mrs. Peel – examples of the “Fred (ivBDD)” thing? Which post(s)?

I have to admit I haven’t been hitting AoS as much as normal lately.

You know what I’m really craving right now? PIZZA!

See, this is why we can’t have pizza in the house…

Fred, whose hash is ivbbD (sorry, got it wrong), started posting at AoS shortly after Fred Thompson left the race. I don’t know what it is, but something about his comments makes me think he really is Fred!. He usually comments on political posts, and often mocks Congress. Here is one recent example.

Hmm, I just found some comments going back to July and May of ’07, so I guess I am just daydreaming. Oh well.

Mrs. Peel – I’ll make a note of the hash (I’ll remember the name – heh) and watch for it.

Oh-oh. Weaz is goin’ on a pizza bender.

Ever find out why the car out back was being towed the other day, Stoaty?

You know, the face on that weasel and the words…. it’s Mo from The Simpsons.

Moe Sizlac? Never!

McGoo, not only did I not find out, but they did it again last night. The searchlight on the cop car shined in my bedroom window for 45 minutes. Both cars sat there with their lights on — and, no doubt, their engines running. It was in the teens here last night.

Must be Entrapment Week in the weasel neighborhood.

Entrapment stakeouts at 15 degrees? Jeez – it must be promotion time in the police force there.

Ya know, if that happened on a consistent basis, I could think of any number of pranks to pull on the police. The mind boggles at the possibilities.

I like the whiskers. Never noticed them before.

The whiskers are on a separate Photoshop layer. Sometimes I include them in, sometimes I forget.

Life is a rich tapestry of graphic elements…

Yep. And into each life, some Velveeta must fall.

Check this out. It’s the Velveeta Home Page – and it frightens me:

http://www.kraftfoods.com/velveeta/Home

I keep thinking the second lady is going to force those huge Velveeta N’ Shells down my gullet.

Geez! That is a scary lady, McGoo…

Did you notice that both ladies blink? I find that extraordinarily ominous…

Hm. The animation part doesn’t work from work. Stupid filter. It was that drip of molten Velveeta that almost fell off Lady #2’s shells-and-cheese that freaked me out. The suspense. The horror.

Say, what is cheese food, anyway? Hardened milk?

When in doubt, ask Wikipedia. Whaddya know? Processed cheese is mostly made from…scrap cheese. I feel better. All these years, I thought I was eating mostly emulsifying agents and sodium benzoate and some shit.

“Embalmed cheese.” Hee! I never heard that one…

Somewhere – I think in Harvard Lampoon’s “Doon” parody – I’d read the line, ‘ Velveeta: The Cheese That Will Not Die ‘.

Given your observations, Weaz, I wonder how au courant the writers were of Velveeta history and composition.

Ohmigosh! Lampoon did a Dune parody? Was it as good as the LOTR one?

Weaz – do you realize that – soon – you will never have to put up with a Net filter of any kind again?

That the repeated trauma of being bitch-slapped by Nanny Employer’s Filter will fade into obscurity?

You’ll like it.

Oh, yes! It exists.

Yes and no – re LOTR. LOTR was a classic – the Standard as far as I am concerned.

Yes – it was a laugh-riot hoot, but no, because I feel they missed or skipped several obvious and hilarious possibilities.

I will search for it on the net for you

Here.

http://clipmarks.com/clipmark/420DB772-AB0E-409A-8E40-CD4F46F7B3B0/

“Arruckus — men call it Doon, the Dessert Planet. It is a sugar covered wasteland entirely devoid of entrees, patrolled by a terrifying species of giant pretzel. This savage world is the setting for an apocalyptic drama. On one side is the evil baron Vladimir Hardchargin — ruthless, voracious, extremely fat. Opposing him: Pall Agamemnides, the teen-ager who may {or may not} be the messiah. Paul’s only allies are the planet’s nomadic tribes, the fiercely religious, sweatsuit-wearing Freedmenmen. These forces clash in a deadly contest over Doon’s one precious resource, a substance found nowhere else in the universe: the mind-altering liquid known as beer.”

Giant pretzels!

They have “…the mind-altering liquid known as beer.”

Yes – and instead of “wormsign”, they have a most interesting eructation: “BeerSound”.

I like making BeerSound.

I may have to bookmark that site:

“Biker’s Penis Hit By Lightening”

http://clipmarks.com/clipmark/324B3C4A-A8CD-4A09-BDE2-2F52FB6C3B19/

Poor guy. You know that had to smart some.

That would be “lightning”.

Lightning shot out of his ass?

The Towering Inferno — O.J.Simpson’s finest thespian moment.

Do you know, it holds up real well. Special effects and all. In fact, post 9/11, it’s got extra added creepitude.

The only thing I couldn’t get around were those HUGE pointy bow-ties.

I always thought OJ’s finest hour was in the old “Naked Gun” series episodes? I’ll have to go re-watch T.I.

You know, its a shame Wuzzadem has become what it has become. And what’s with them trashing Ace? Ace has put it out there that he’d probably vote for McCain, even though a lot of the crap McCain does pisses him off. Looks like they’re in the process of purging anyone and anything from their presence that doesn’t rhetorically fellate ol’ JMac. Oh well.