Clowns will eat me.
Okay, not really. But it’s been a pretty lousy thirty-six hours. I picked up a stomach virus from Caroline, got up at 2:30 yesterday morning, thew up, and since then have been alternating between sleeping and lying around listlessly.
So now it’s 1 AM, and at least I’m not throwing up, but I’m also not remotely tired. In the meantime I’m worried Kath will come down with it next.
I hate being sick.
PAD
Originally published October 7, 1994, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1090
Thanks to the shortened work weeks because of (a) Labor Day and (b) the Jewish High Holy Days, I find myself reaaaaaaaaaaaaal short of time this week. So I’m dipping into the official Filler Column file, and giving you Eman R. Torre’s submission to Mystery Sandman Theater 3000; not exactly what I was looking for when I first suggested the idea, but a truly horrific idea in its own right.
Here we go. And feel free, for those of you who are interested, to post what you think the final score will be. The closest person gets absolutely nothing.
As always, I don’t give a crap about the Superbowl. If the Jets had gotten in, there might have been an uptick in my interest. As it is…no.
But I will be live blogging the commercials. So feel free to heat up the nachos tomorrow and hang out.
PAD
Originally published September 30, 1994, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1089
What’s the purpose of labels or ratings?
The geniuses who program Encore are running Groundhog Day, the Bill Murray comedy in which a guy finds himself endlessly repeating the titular day until he learns to be a better person.
And they’re running it the whole day. Up until midnight. Apparently it’s an annual event.
And what’s the first film after that? Strange Days. The title alone makes it a brilliant fit.
Me, I think if the little vermin predicts six more weeks of this crap, we should beat him to death.
PAD
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