I have "met" some really great people so far here at Vox, many of them lovely and talented ladies who live on the other side of the continent or--in at least one case--the world. But so far, with the exception of a couple friends I've coerced into joining up here (none of whom are really participating as much as I'd like), I have yet to encounter any locals.
Portland is one of the most literate cities in America: there must be thousands of bloggers out there. Some of you might even be smart, sexy single ladies in my age range.
YOU MUST EXIST.
I refuse to believe that every crush-worthy woman on Vox lives on the East Coast or in another country.
Show us the cock you'll be watching tonight.
That is a highly inappropriate request.
-OR-
The first song written by my non-existent band. This one is a straight Ramones throwback, but with sci-fi organs on the "Cosmic Horror!" parts.
Miskatonic Hop
(First Verse)
Oh, no,
I think I read the wrong book!
I just
Wanted to take a look.
Now there's something crawling on the ceiling.
My nerves are shattered, and my mind is reeling.
(Chorus)
Miskatonic Hop!
I was just curious.
Miskatonic Hop!
But now it's serious.
Miskatonic Hop!
I've freaked my mind out
'Cause I've learned a thing that no man should ever find out…
(Second Verse)
I flipped
Through the Necronomicon.
Now a
Large part of my mind is gone.
Look! There's a tentacle coming 'round the corner!
My days are numbered; I know that I'm a goner.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Cosmic Horror!
Cosmic Horror!
Cosmic Horror!
Cosmic Horror!
One-Two-Three-Four!
Gnash your teeth and hit the floor!
Five-Six-Seven-Eight!
Scream for mercy; it's too late!
Nine-Ten-Eleven-Twelve!
Dancing in your padded cell!
(Chorus)
(Third Verse)
Now I'm
In the sanitarium.
My friends
Don't visit 'cause I'm scaring 'em.
Ranting and raging about an ancient crime,
Malevolent creatures, and the end of time.
(Chorus)
Cosmic Horror!
Cosmic Horror!
Cosmic Horror!
(I've learned a thing that no man should ever find out.)
Cosmic Horror!
(I've learned a thing that no man should ever find out.)
(repeat to fade)
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It's getting harder and harder for me to summon the appropriate rage and disgust for stuff like this. Maybe that is their plan: shove so much bullshit down our throats, so quickly and in such immense volumes and with such audacity that they will simply exhaust our ability to express outrage.
Fuck these people. They have stolen our country, stolen and perverted our science, and will not rest until they have stolen our minds and our souls.
I didn't have space to work this joke into the last panel, so...the argument continues!
Who's your 'blog crush' on Vox?
Holy Jebus, do we have enough time to list them all? Here's the deal: I think they all know who they are. I don't usually keep my crushes secret: I have a policy of total transparency. Sometimes this causes trouble: when you wear your heart on your sleeve, so to speak, eventually you're going to slam it in the car door.
As I have said before: Vox is crammed to the rafters with smart, funny, talented, beautiful ladies
It seems I have enough different poses of these characters to bang one of these out when I'm in the mood without having to do any new drawing, which is a good thing. The next joke I have in mind requires new art, but in the meantime here's a quick one that does not.
I would never suggest that Saddam Hussein was a good man, nor that the world was better with him in it (although there is evidence that maybe Iraq was), but I can't help thinking that a dangerous precedent is being set. I'm not comfortable with a policy that dictates that we can invade another country, topple its government, capture its leaders then turn them over to a puppet-filled kangaroo court and execute them just because we suspect that maybe, possibly, there's a chance that that country might be a threat to us someday (oh, and, coincidentally, it's chock full of oil). Who's next? Iran? Syria? North Korea (oh, no, wait...they have nukes...they're a genuine threat)? How many more countries does Captain Bush of the Starship Democracy have in his Prime Directive-defiling sights? There's not a nation in this world that we can't trump up a justification for invading if we decide we want to do it badly enough. Is that a world, or an America, that you want to live in? I know I don't.
This is probably going to be trumpeted as a victory for peace and democracy by our Prez and Pals, but frankly, I'm rather disgusted.
Of course, I'm one of those rabid liberals who doesn't believe in the death penalty, not even for genocidal madmen, so what do I know?
What is one of your addictions?
Submitted by Paperheart.
I have a lot of things that I really, really like, but the only thing that I am certain that I am actually addicted to is caffeine. I know, boring answer, huh? If I go a day without it, I get head-achey, nauseated and irritable (sure sings of chemical dependency).
In the more colloquial use of the word (which is how the question was no doubt intended), I would say that I am "addicted" to fried foods, Magic: The Gathering, the Internet, and pornography.
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