December 2008 Archives

I recently discovered an interesting site called Medium Large. Its author is cartoonist, Francesco Marciuliano, who is more widely known for the syndicated, but relatively sedate strip, Sally Forth.

I think one of the more interesting series on this site is called Teenage Girl President. Marciuliano describes it as answering the question, "What if My So Called Life had nuclear strike capabilities?"

If you grew up reading Peanuts in the comics as a kid like I did, then you'll also get a hearty, but sick laugh out of Marciuliano's tribute to Charles Schulz in his Peanuts Gallery.

Despite the power being turned off, Melissa and I were able to have a nice breakfast at Cafe Madrid. While we were out, Santa stopped by to wish us a Merry Christmas. The owner of the restaurant snapped our photo and e-mailed it to us today.

We lost power late Thursday night when the rain turned to ice on the trees in our heavily wooded neighborhood, and branches began popping and cracking. Sounded like intermittent gun fire throughout the night. Friday morning we discovered that branches from our next-door neighbor's trees had taken out the power lines to their house and crushed their mailbox. The line was down across the road and we had to move the blockade the police set up at the end of the street so we could get to work. Roads were clogged with fallen tree limbs and in a few places, whole trees. Despite the four inches of rain we did not have any water in our basement, so flooding was not a problem. Melissa and I both worked all day and returned home to discover that the power was still off. We were very lucky to find that our friends, Nancy & Karl, who were only two towns over, had both power and a spare bedroom for us to crash in.

A Husband and wife are shopping in their local Wal-Mart.

The husband picks up a case of Budweiser and puts it in their cart. "What do you think you're doing?" asks the wife.

"They're on sale, only $10 for 24 cans," he replies.

"Put them back, we can't afford them," demands the wife, and so they carry on shopping.

A few aisles further on along the woman picks up a $20 jar of face cream and puts it in the basket.

"What do you think you're doing?" asks the husband.