Late comers

by on July 11, 2008 at 10:29 am
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To see the amount of attention CNN is devoting to the recently rescued FARC hostages, you would think that their reporters had been slashing through the Colombian jungle for five years on a crusade to rescue the captives. I don’t remember hearing about these men once on CNN during their five years of imprisonment.

Now they are getting more face time than Anderson Cooper! Everytime I’ve gone to CNN.com this past week there has been another top headline of one of the former hostages decrying their FARC captors as “terrorists with a capital ‘T'” who dress in jackal skins and sacrifice unbaptized children to Chalciuhtlicue.

Not that I am unhappy that Keith Stansell, Marc Gonsalves and Thomas Howes–the three snow-white mercs working for Northrop Gruman whose spy plane crashed into the pie-eating contest pavillion during 2003’s festive “FARC Daze”–are now safe and sound and drinking Anchor Steam again. I just think it’s a little tasteless for CNN to pretend that they were playing Peggy Say for these gentlemen the whole time.

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Return of Your King

by on July 3, 2008 at 6:30 pm
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I am returned from Chicago and posting again, as the final installment of “Not Safe for Work” will testify to.  Yes, my strip was delayed a bit while I sold my cancerous comics to the public, but I know that your patience is as elastic as a rubberband and that I could count on you being here when I returned. You’re all such sheep. 

The show was gangbusters and Deep Fried sold unusally briskly. While I try to figure out if that means I have finally found my audience, why not take a look at some of the interesting people I met there?

My brief enrollment with the Fundamentalist LDS Church (which I mentioned in the show’s program) caused many of the young girls at the show to arrive armed .
Worst Howard the Duck costume ever.
Go away! Aieeeee!!
This is “Venom Pimp” (seen here without his stable of Venom bitches).
My negotiations with Venom Pimp for some post-show entertainment in my hotel room fell apart when I commented that my hat was doper than his.
ARRGGGHHHHH!!!
There are often celebrities at the bigger comic conventions, but even I was surprised to see Dick Cheney show up!

There was alos a surprise waiting for me in my inbox when I returned. Apparently Deep Fried fan par excellance Benjamin Hayden has once again run out of things to do, and so created this alien mockery of Roadkill using Spore, a new video game that requires a blood sample every time you play it.

Well, I can see it a little around the eyes. Roadkill does blaze quite often. Go ahead and check out the video on my Refrigerator Art page and judge for yourself. 

(Ben went on to tear a rib from Roadkill and created a Boogie Bunnee as well.)

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Now Don’t Panic…

by on June 24, 2008 at 9:20 pm
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I had fully (read: FULLY) intended to conclude the “Not Safe For Work” storyline this week, but circumnavigations completely within my control have prevented this. And those circumthingies would be: my attending Wizard World Chicago in beautiful Rosemont, Illinois this week (yes, the name is cruelly misleading).

The time I would have spent drawing the comic strip I usually deliver with 90% dependability was instead soaked up drawing salable artwork of the stupid comic strip heroes that the public seems to prefer over my sexual misanthropes and drug abusers.

Rather than hate me at a distance, you could come to the show this weekend and spit on me in person. Or, you could bask in the pixels of the artwork I spent my time ignoring your needs for (below). I do promise to wrap the story next week though, and apologize to anyone forced to read Ziggy in place of  Deep Fried this week. Trust me when I say I’d rather be drawing.

Don’t forget to express your outrage in the comments section! 

-XXXOOO,
Jason 









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Shed Seven Dirty Tears

by on June 23, 2008 at 1:56 pm
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George Carlin died yesterday, leaving behind a legacy as one of the leading comedic voices of his generation.

Most people are familiar with Carlin for his bombastic, incredulous commentaries on all things cultural and political, and his persona of being your dad’s cool dope dealer. But his greatest contribution to society is undoubtedly  his invention of the now commonplace “seven words you can’t say on television”: shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits.

Carlin invented these words in a Da Vinci-like streak of creativity between 1974 and 1977, premiering them one at a time during his stand-up performances. And though rumors persist that “cocksucker” may have been appropriated from a transient Carlin picked up hitchhiking outside of Las Vegas and later tricked into overdosing on heartworm medication, his overall genius cannot be denied.

Eventually, concerns about public decency  led to the  landmark 1978 Supreme Court decision in  FCC vs Pacifica Foundation, where the seven words were prohibited from public airwaves altogether (this case also became the foundation of the Court’s later decision to make the phrase “I don’t know” subject to the FCC’s notorious “green slime rule”).

Despite this, the field of profanity continues to flourish due to George Carlin’s impact, and we clearly owe that motherfucker a debt of gratitude.

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