The war not goin’ well?
Gas prices through the roof?
Nawlins warshed away and unknown billions in damage an’ hundreds, maybe thousands, dead?
Fergit yer problems an’ have an old timey ho-down!
‘Cause, sufferin’s fer poor folk!

I occasionally throw out my neck at the gym, typically, when I make the mistake of arching my neck while doing some form of bench exercise.
Monday was one of those mistakes.
I proceeded to compound the injury on Wednesday because making a mistake just once isn’t satisfying enough.
A visit to the activator looses everything back up but while I have most of my range of motion back immediately it takes a week or so for the pain to subside.
Friday I did legs for the first time in four months, including a harder set of lunges than I’ve ever done before. So my gluts, hamstrings and quads are all making me pay for neglecting them.
My neck is screwed up so I can’t look around properly when driving, nor can I sit in an upright chair comfortably. And my butt and upper legs are all torn up so I can barely walk, stairs become a ordeal and sitting down becomes a long term commitment.
I’ll spend this weekend finding comfortable positions and staying in them for extended periods of time.

In other news this is the greatest statue ever made and this is the greatest Marvel Comics in joke ever drawn.

Graffiti from Pompeii:
Some of my favorites:

• Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!
• I screwed a lot of girls here.
• To the one defecating here. Beware of the curse. If you look down on this curse, may you have an angry Jupiter for an enemy.
• The one who buggers a fire burns his penis

I have just reviewed my entire Livejournal; adding tags to older entries and updating broken links for which I am responsible.
Since I’m moved much of my image hosting over to flickr I’ve elected to repost the 24 Hour Comic for 2004, Prom Night and the art Sam Mooney did for Seize Him!

You’re welcome,
Tone Milazzo

David propped himself up on one elbow and said, “You know. It’s totally cool if you ever want to have sex with another woman.”

Mary looked back at him sharply, “Why would I want to do that?”

“I’m just saying. If you wanted to, you could… as long as I get to watch.”

“That’s very generous of you.”

“I do what I can.”

“And you could have sex with another man, if you want to,” Mary said, “as long as I get to watch.”

“Okay.”

“But you go first.”

David pretended to consider this offer before lying back down.

“Nevermind.”

Why is it that when I have company, when things are getting hot and heavy, when I’m about to triple X throw down, why is it that I’m suddenly incapable of removing my pants with any grace or dignity?

Maybe it’s my big Bavarian calves and feet, but I usually end up with one or both legs in a denim death lock. Then I either alternately pin-and-pull in what looks like a demented softshoe or I’ll try to kick them off like a cat with a piece of tape on the bottom of its foot.

Yes, I’ve fallen down during this process.

Is this a common problem or am I just a big dufus?

Liberality For All

It is 2021, tomorrow is the 20th anniversary of 9/11. America is under oppression by ultra-liberal extremists which have yielded governing authority to the United Nations. It is up to an underground conservative group (known as F.O.I.L.) led by Sean Hannity, G. Gordon Liddy and Oliver North to thwart Ambassador Usama Bin Laden’s plans to nuke New York City.

Ok, couple of questions off the top of my head:

1. Who thought that putting the inner thighs of a cyborg Sean Hannity on the cover was a good idea?
2. Why are two out of the three protagonists convicted felons in the real world?
3. Why is this minor protagonist dressed like a total skank? [I've only seen these five pages so I'm not going to point out that only people of color are part of the ultra-liberal oppressors.]
4. Are Neocons so addicted to fear that they have to make up alternate universes to be afraid in?

They own the Executive and legislative branches of the government and they’ll own the judicial branch soon enough. They even own the forth estate and yet they insist on casting themselves as the underdog. I know the people in charge of this country don’t believe that any of this bullshit is true, and I know why they keep on spreading the fear. I’m just disappointed that these tactics work.

If your leaders live off fear then it’s in their best interest to keep you afraid.

M_ stood in the kitchen where her mother had tried to kill her and told the cop what had happened. That M_ had only used the skillet to defend herself from her mother’s knife.

But the cop wasn’t listening. He’d seen it all before. He’d assumed that the mirror, razors and baggies belonged to M_.

He told her that her mother deserved better. He told her she should be ashamed. He recited the fifth commandment.

M_ rearmed herself with the pan. A moment later she stood over the cop as blood poured down his face.

She put the pan down.